I’m Debuting With The Bias I Killed - Chapter 1

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Episode 1
Someone said it once. If you’re frustrated, run it yourselves.
Right. Now I really want to scream it.
I’ll do it. I’ll handle it myself.
So—
“Stop giving me this garbage music!”
[Impacter “Boom-Shot!” Music Video]
Today was the day Impacter, a five-member male idol group, released their sixth single.
There was an obvious reason for releasing just two tracks as an album: a declaration that they were going to kill it at the fan signing events again.
The moment it hit 6 PM, the music video that was supposed to go up immediately didn’t get uploaded until twenty-seven minutes later.
“……Wow.”
Was I really the only one waiting? The comment section was eerily silent.
Not a single complaint.
Even up until their last album, people were grateful just for a comeback.
[My heart pounds thump-thump-thump
Shooting shots at you shot-shot-shot
I’m throwing my heart away]
Watching the members sing these pathetic lyrics nearly brought tears to my eyes.
If this was how it’d be, they might as well have just read emails—what kind of damn company ignores me when I keep pestering them to use my songs, only to make them comeback with this trash?
[‘Impacter’ Collaboration Proposal_Composer SW (Demo attached)]
[‘Impacter’ Title Track Proposal_Composer SW (Demo attached)]
My emails had started out legitimate enough.
[‘Impacter’ Free Music Distribution_Composer SW (Demo attached)]
Within a few months, the subject lines had been changed to free distribution,
[♨Which zodiac sign strikes it rich this week?♨]
[※Starting salary 4K+? Click here to find your next job! ☆CLICK☆]
and eventually became more obnoxious than spam.
“……Are these guys insane?”
The really absurd part was that they’d actually read the last two. Though it seemed they never bothered opening the attached demo files.
“If they had, they wouldn’t have come back with this song.”
I pushed my chair back and leaned into it.
[‘Sorizen’ Title Track Request_SJ Entertainment]
[‘Genie’ Title Track Work Commission_K Entertainment]
.
.
.
[Debut Album Producing Request for New Idol Group_Startit Entertainment A&R]
My inbox, by contrast, was flooded with requests from entertainment companies. I was successful enough to pick and choose only the work I wanted—I was Yu Seong-woo, the composer everyone called SW.
Passion and talent rarely align, they say, but I’d been lucky. I was good at what I loved. Number-one hits on the music charts, OST work for films and games I adored, even reverse runs on music platforms—everything always turned out well.
But there was one thing I’d never managed to accomplish—
Giving a song to Impacter.
Impacter. A five-member male idol group that debuted three years ago, their name combined “Impact” with the suffix “-er” to express their ambition of becoming a powerful force in the music industry.
They’d debuted through their own company’s survival show, generating considerable buzz at debut with their handsome visuals, rookie spirit, and the narrative built by the survival format. But Impacter’s fall from grace came in an instant.
[A tone-deaf guy assigned to rap
A two-line part that ended with just a mumble]
When a mixtape surfaced in which Go Jae-seong, the member handling production, had dissed a famous male idol, Impacter faced indiscriminate attacks from that idol’s fanbase. The bigger problem was that this lunatic had dissed more than one group.
Right—Go Jae-seong was a punching bag for everyone.
He’d even written boastful lyrics about a famous female idol, as if he could date any of them whenever he wanted, despite having never even met them. On top of that, his ignorant remarks amounting to racial discrimination flipped international K-pop fans upside down.
They say one loach muddles an entire puddle. Go Jae-seong alone had ruined Impacter.
If they’d been completely unknown, it might have been buried, but because the survival show had given them an awkward level of notoriety, and their fanbase hadn’t solidified yet, Impacter’s supporters scattered to the winds.
Then, when plagiarism allegations about their debut track surfaced belatedly, they quickly embarked on the path of a failed idol.
There were fans who stuck around, but when the agency made nonsensical moves defending the problematic member, even those fans abandoned ship. As if they were in a pissing match with supporters, Impacter sealed their fate by making Go Jae-seong the center of their next album.
Go Jae-seong Withdrawal Bot @OUT_GO 2 minutes ago
Did Go Jae-seong leave?
No
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Get your mind straight @seeballoma 1 minute ago
Not even a handful left, more like a handful of a handful of a handful, and they’re still doing the kicking dance lmao these insane bastards
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Impacter’s done @mangpacter 3 minutes ago
Impacter fell apart. I thought they’d make it at some point, but they collapsed in an instant.
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And I was a male fan who showed up late, stepping into the ruins everyone else had abandoned.
* * *
Did this agency know any way to make money besides fan signing events? They only promoted for two weeks, yet they’re still running fan signings with an album from two months ago.
Would you believe me if I said today was already the twentieth one?
Sounds like bullshit, I know. But it’s even more ridiculous that I’ve attended all twenty of them.
“We meet again?”
“You came yesterday too, didn’t you?”
Only the most devoted fans remained now. They’d stagnated so long they were on the verge of decomposing.
I set up my camera with practiced ease. The moment I aimed the lens at Kang I-yul, my bias, he broke into a wide grin and waved.
‘And yet they call him a failed idol.’
He really did have a cruel life.
Even having come this often, the first thought that struck me every time was—
‘They shouldn’t have failed like this.’
“Yu Seong-woo, you came again today?”
“You seem like you’re here every single day.”
“Thanks so much for supporting us this comeback too!”
“Man, I’m really moved.”
All four members had good looks, solid character, outstanding talent—
“Hello.”
“…….”
Just a slight nod instead of words……
Except for this piece of trash.
“…….”
“…….”
The second thought I had every time I came: Why did fan signings require spending equal time with every member?
‘I genuinely have nothing to say to this bastard.’
The Go Jae-seong standing in front seemed to feel the same way. ‘Why would a guy pay money to see a guy?’ Just looking at his eyes, I could practically hear this asshole’s true thoughts narrated aloud.
“Sung-hun? Sung-ho? Sung-un?”
True to his reputation as a playboy, despite having seen him dozens of times, he still couldn’t remember my name. At this point it seemed less like a lack of sincerity and more like a genuine lack of intelligence—or so I was seriously beginning to suspect, when—
“……Seong-woo.”
The bodyguard standing behind him quietly breathed out my actual name. It sounded like it slipped out without his meaning to, because even he couldn’t take it anymore.
“Ah, Sun-woo? Nice to meet you, Sun-woo!”
The staff member shut their eyes tight and turned their head away.
‘That’s it, that’s enough.’
I genuinely had nothing left to say, but I squeezed out something anyway.
“I heard the demo track you uploaded to SNS.”
“Oh, you did?”
“…….”
“……So, what did you think?”
What did I think? It was so shit I turned it off halfway through.
“Well, maybe you could dial back the autotune a bit?”
The guy who’d been wearing that chewing expression the whole time now let out a snort.
“Come on, you really don’t know anything. That’s the charm.”
It wasn’t charm—it was slathered-on production to cover up your lack of vocal ability. I had no idea you were so forward-thinking, you bastard. The song was so drenched in synthetic sound that it wouldn’t be surprising if AI had made it.
“Your taste is really off—”
Speaking casually now, this rude asshole.
“Anyway, what would Go Jae-seong know about songwriting?”
‘It’s Seong-woo, you goldfish-brained idiot.’
“You must listen to SW’s music pretty often.”
“Phew—our SW is a god.”
My insides twisted. If I had my way, I’d tell him I was SW and shut that blabbering mouth of his for good.
“It’d be so nice if SW gave Impacter a song.”
“Nah, SW’s music is too good for that.”
I barely choked back the words: ‘It’s wasted only on you.’
“SW should release a solo track with someone like me.”
……I could kill him.
This lack of self-awareness was itself a crime.
“Ah, haha, yeah, you’re right. See you next time.”
I hadn’t heard the signal to move yet, but figured a minute must have passed and got to my feet. The staff member’s hand caught my wrist.
“We still have time left.”
…Don’t make me laugh. It hasn’t even been a minute? Felt like I’d survived an hour in there?
After a silent staring contest, I finally heard the words “We’re moving now.”
“Oh, it’s Seong-woo!”
Whoever said there’s no paradise in flight was wrong. Heaven had been waiting for me.
This guy right here was my absolute favorite—Kang I-yul.
What caught my eye even before his bright smile was his hair. The repeated bleaching had turned it to straw, and under the stage lights it looked even more pathetic. Bizarrely, the management company—which had completely lost its touch—only dared experiment with these wild colors on I-yul.
‘I should get him hair essence as a birthday gift.’
What exactly had he done to the CEO to deserve this lifetime sentence of cheap dye? Was being handsome a crime? It was the first neon hair color I’d seen since my childhood friend’s Maltese, Poppy.
“Did you prepare to be an idol, hyung? Honestly?”
“Huh? How old am I—”
“Every time I see you, I’m amazed. Your face looks like it should be on stage with us.”
And on top of being handsome, he was kind too.
“Oh, actually I wanted to ask you something.”
“What?”
“How did you end up becoming our fan?”
For a moment I was at a loss for words. Fair question, really. It was unusual for a male fan to show up at every fan signing event. I never thought I’d end up liking an idol, much less a boy group. And I’d never cared about female idols my entire life.
“Hmm… I’ll tell you next week.”
“What? Now I’m curious—”
I’d already signed up for next week’s fan signing anyway. Since the signing fell on I-yul’s birthday, I’d tell him then while handing over his present.
‘I was able to write songs again because of you.’
* * *
“Man, is this heat even real?”
Sweat poured off me just standing still. That cheap agency wasn’t above shortcuts either—they’d suddenly booked a provincial event the day before I-yul’s birthday.
Buzz—
“What?”
It was my friend and work partner, producer Moon Geon-ho.
“What’s up.”
[Can you get the work files over today?]
“No? I’m outside right now.”
[Why? Wait, you’re not… seeing our I-yul, are you?]
“Yeah, so fuck off, I’m swamped.”
Click.
After running around to see Impacter so many times, I’d given up on keeping it secret.
“Damn, it’s hot…”
The heat plus exhaustion had irritation rising to the tips of my hair. One wrong word from anyone about the seating and it was 100% a trip to the police station.
A trot singer, a children’s choir, a dance team I’d never heard of… After waiting for ages, the MC finally bellowed:
“Leading the Korean Wave—the global boy group! Impacter!”
The only accurate thing in that introduction was “boy group.”
“Hello, we’re Impacter!”
…Shockingly, no one reacted. The silence was unbearable, so I swallowed my pride and let out a cheer.
“Our song has lyrics that go ‘Boom-Boom-Boom, Shot-Shot-Shot!’ Should we try it together?”
The leader, Han Sang-yun, didn’t back down and rallied the crowd. Idol work really isn’t something just anyone can do.
“Boom-Boom-Boom, a heart racing toward you, Shot-Shot-Shot!”
Regardless of anything else, I can’t stand watching my kid lose heart.
“Boom-Boom-Boom! Shot-Shot-Shot!”
It felt like I’d become a parent screaming their lungs out at a kindergarten talent show.
Still, smiles bloomed across the members’ faces. Kang I-yul gave a thumbs-up toward the camera. With time, all of this would become something we’d laugh about.
‘Things will get better.’
Even if it was just a provincial event, they danced and sang with the passion of a broadcast performance. Though some loach of a guy was completely messing up the formation.
“If only that one wasn’t there.”
It was only one stage. I’d spent a solid seven hours getting here and waiting for Impacter, only for it to end in three minutes.
Still, it wasn’t wasted. Each stage was precious.
“Thank you so much. We were Impacter!”
The members bowed so deeply their backs nearly snapped, then left the stage.
I cleaned up without hesitation and headed back to the car.
Now I had to drive another four hours back to the studio, finish the song work as soon as I arrived, grab a couple hours of sleep, then head to Impacter’s fan signing event.
“Somehow I’m busier than Impacter is.”
As I left the venue, I heard raindrops pattering on the car roof.
Patter, patter-patter.
“What the—is it raining?”
Rain crashed down in an instant, so heavy the wipers couldn’t keep pace.
“Damn, I just had it washed yesterday…….”
Headlights from the opposite direction were flashing frantically.
“Must be a novice—”
I slowly turned the wheel to give them room.
In that moment, the headlights flashed again. The glare was blinding, almost searing.
A fraction of a second.
“……what?”
Beyond the headlights, I saw Kang I-yul’s face.
Bang!
It happened in an instant. A tremendous crash, and the airbag exploded. My entire body twisted, breath caught in my throat. I couldn’t even tell what was broken.
What kept my fading consciousness tethered was that final glimpse of his face. My mind held only one thought.
Please, let it not be Impacter’s car.
‘Please—’
I gripped what felt like a shattered shoulder and somehow dragged myself out of the vehicle.
It was devastation. The crumpled chassis, unrecognizable in its deformation, and shattered glass scattered across the ground.
“Ah, ah…….”
A limp hand hung from the wreckage. Just by looking at that hand, I knew exactly who it belonged to. The realization was too horrible to bear.
“……no. No.”
My legs, barely holding me up, gave way. The rain pouring down felt suffocating, heavy enough to press me into the earth. It would have been fitting if I’d simply sunk into the ground.
I never got to tell him why I became his fan.
In the blur of fading consciousness, I had to accept it.
Today, I killed my favorite person.
I Killed My Favorite Celebrity, and Now We’re Debuting Together (Serialized)
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