I’m Debuting With The Bias I Killed - Chapter 15

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Episode 15
Producer Jack Pi grabbed the microphone urgently.
“Hold on, Code 4 Trainee.”
His tone shifted entirely.
“You said you could compose?”
“No, sir. I didn’t mention it separately.”
Yu Seongwoo laughed shyly.
“If the opportunity came up, I wanted to show you on stage.”
Beyond the mirror, Go Jaesung’s and Yu Seongwoo’s eyes met for a moment.
Go Jaesung was in a foul mood. He’d never expected to be blindsided by a newcomer like this.
His territory violated not by Han Sangyun or Juhan, but by a trainee who’d barely been here a month?
“What? Didn’t you say he was a rap position?”
“Jaesung said that……”
At that, Go Jaesung let out a short laugh. It was closer to a hollow sound.
“I didn’t say rap position.”
His mouth was smiling, but his eyes weren’t.
“I said he does rap production.”
“Ah…… right.”
“Sorry, I must’ve been confused.”
Go Jaesung bit his lip weakly.
‘You deceived me?’
He’d done it on purpose. And the expression on his face just now showed he’d calculated every bit of this reaction.
What irritated him most, though.
Was that this newcomer wasn’t the slightest bit intimidated. He didn’t avoid the gaze that met his beyond the mirror. He met it head-on.
‘Interesting.’
He deliberately relaxed his expression. The camera was still rolling.
But inside, he was already seething.
“Well then, let’s hear it. What’s the song title?”
“‘Shooting Star.'”
In that instant, the judges’ expressions all stiffened simultaneously.
“……What?”
In a survival show where everyone was called by code numbers alone, to have his real name come out so boldly like that.
Noticing the judges’ bewilderment, Yu Seongwoo laughed with artless ease and added,
“I made the song after being moved by the sight of a meteor shower falling from the sky.”
“……Oh, that shooting star~”
“The sight of meteors falling is pretty, haha……”
Embarrassed laughter rippled through the room. A single trainee was orchestrating the entire atmosphere of the session.
“I haven’t finished the backing track yet.”
He plucked the guitar strings with his fingertips.
Ting— a clear, bright resonance spread through the practice room.
“I’ll play it with guitar accompaniment for you today.”
At his practiced tuning, the vocal trainer asked with interest,
“You can play guitar too?”
“Yes. I’ve been playing since I was young.”
“We’re learning so many new things today. Why did you have so many secrets?”
Yu Seongwoo laughed awkwardly.
“I wasn’t trying to hide anything……”
Because of that, his gleaming braces stood out all the more.
“It’s just that I haven’t been here very long yet.”
“Not even a month, right?”
“Yes. It’ll be exactly one month next week.”
In truth, no one had ever asked. It was difficult to have expectations for a newly arrived trainee. This changed reaction was thanks only to the signal song.
“Then, Code 4 Trainee. Show us what you’ve prepared.”
“Yes!”
With a final soft guitar stroke, he checked the sound. All preparation was complete.
“Code 4 Trainee, we’re beginning your first mission interim evaluation.”
With those words, the red light on the camera capturing Yu Seongwoo head-on blinked.
This was the moment the flow of the survival would shift.
* * *
The clear guitar sound spread out quietly.
One note, and then another. With nothing but that simple resonance, the space fills completely.
Tousled black hair and chunky horn-rimmed glasses, a hint of braces visible whenever he smiled. Not an idol on stage so much as a boy still bearing the marks of school—young, unpolished, raw.
And yet the eye kept returning to him.
Even his clumsiness became a device that made his performance shine.
[I admired them once
Those shining stars]
“……?”
Vocal trainer Park Jaehun’s eyebrows shifted almost imperceptibly.
The opening phrase.
That single short line altered the entire atmosphere.
[Too faint to illuminate
The darkness of night]
‘What’s this?’
Park Jaehun straightened in his seat without thinking.
[Will I ever shine as brightly
As one of those stars someday?]
It felt less like listening to a song and more like eavesdropping on someone’s innermost thoughts.
In that moment, he understood.
‘It’s the timbre.’
Like an old song drifting from a vintage radio—spare, yet somehow touching the deepest corner of the heart.
His heart began to beat slowly, deliberately.
The joy of discovering raw talent. A tremor born not yet of polish, but of promise.
‘I want to teach him.’
‘I want to nurture him.’
His fingers tensed involuntarily.
The other judges sitting beside him wore nearly identical expressions now.
[Still afraid
But with this feeling
It will be a magnificent journey]
He was leaning forward without realizing it.
Closer, always closer, so as not to miss a single note.
[The moment you give up
Is the moment you lose]
There were no flashy techniques, no explosive high notes.
[I look forward to
My tomorrow
The size of my dreams
Growing day by day]
Instead, there was story.
[Watch me
As I sing
Believe in me
For my tomorrow
Walk with me
Through my journey]
The song was unadorned. The lyrics simple. Yet because of that, they rang clearer.
A song that would lose nothing even if all pretense fell away.
[If you believe in me
I will give everything
And shine
Become the brightest
Star of all
And run toward you!]
A trainee had written this. Not even a month in.
“This doesn’t make sense……?”
Katin muttered under his breath. Jack Pi answered only with a nod.
The stage that had shaken the practice room with amazement moments ago was already forgotten. Only this moment filled his mind—this stage, this song, nothing else.
In that instant, the main producer of Boys Code knew.
“That’s it.”
His fists clenched without his knowing.
“I’m alive. I’m alive.”
It felt like a reward sent down from heaven for taking on a program no one else would touch—a moment of such overwhelming emotion he could barely contain it.
Three minutes. Short, if you looked at it that way. But more than enough.
“That concludes my performance.”
To show them the sheer torrent of Yu Seongwoo.
The judges all reached for their microphones at once.
“How long have you been studying composition?”
But it was Kang Sejun who seized the chance first.
“…Not quite half a year, I’m afraid.”
“Wow—”
Gasps rippled through the room.
“And this still isn’t even a finished track, is it?”
“That’s correct.”
“Huh…….”
Kang Sejun let out an incredulous laugh. To feel this kind of spark in a program he’d only taken on because of a personal connection—who would have thought.
He decided right then that he’d be heading to the studio after this. It was a competitive fire he hadn’t felt in a long, long time.
“So when it’s finished…… how much better will it become?”
Genuine admiration. Yu Seongwoo smiled brightly and bowed his head.
“Thank you so much!”
The flood of praise from the judges even at this interim stage prompted the writer to hastily raise her sketch pad.
[No excessive praise. The final stage is still ahead!]
Only then did the interim evaluation finally wrap up. A stage no one had anticipated—and all the more vivid for it.
He was no longer a Code 4 Trainee.
He was simply Yu Seongwoo.
* * *
The moment filming ended, Go Jaesung approached.
‘Get out of here, would you.’
I was in such a good mood, but seeing his face just ruins it.
“I was pretty sure you were working on rap composition.”
Go Jaesung opened his mouth with an affable smile.
“Is this some kind of surprise?”
I paused, working my lips for a moment, then scratched my head.
“…The thing is.”
I laughed, a touch embarrassed.
“I was actually planning to do rap, you know?”
“Yeah.”
“But—”
I exhaled sharply.
“It was genuinely terrible.”
A flicker crossed Go Jaesung’s eyes.
“I didn’t realize I was that bad at rapping…….”
“Ah…….”
His cheerful expression cracked. Undisguised bewilderment.
I didn’t stop there.
“I really wanted to kill it, you know? Like—”
I slashed at the air with my hand.
“The beat drops hard! And I’m going rat-a-tat-tat with the flow! And people are like, whoa!—”
As my gestures grew wilder, he instinctively leaned his upper body back.
“But still—”
Go Jaesung tried to say something.
“So I had to make a choice.”
I cut him off. No point listening to him ramble.
I raised my hand solemnly.
“Bomb with something new?”
Then let it drop limply.
“Or just do what I’m actually decent at.”
After a short, bitter laugh, Go Jaesung stared at me hard.
His expression was unmistakable.
‘What the hell is this guy?’
He’d start wondering soon enough—whether this was all an act or if I actually meant it.
“……sigh.”
I didn’t miss the opening.
“No, but I really was jealous, you know?”
“Of what?”
This time Go Jaesung asked back.
“You!”
Go Jaesung blinked.
“You rap and you show your Performance too—”
I deliberately put on an expression of envious desperation.
“That’s exactly the kind of stage I wanted to do.”
I paused for effect.
“But I couldn’t pull it off…….”
I finished with a despondent look.
“…….”
Go Jaesung studied me again.
His face was completely bewildered.
‘Perfect—that’s exactly the expression he had when he got cut from the Impacter stage.’
How could I possibly feel more despair than he did?
“Still, there are only two of us with Producing.”
I smiled brightly and extended my hand.
“Let’s do great together from now on!”
“……yeah.”
I turned away, leaving Go Jaesung to awkwardly return the handshake.
“……so he’s basically a total loser?”
I heard a small murmur from behind me.
* * *
“Everything’s here.”
Until now, I’d deliberately kept my distance from the Studio. I had to hide the fact that I knew how to Produce.
The Studio at Nyx Entertainment, which I’d finally entered, was packed with state-of-the-art equipment.
Stepping into the most familiar space put me at ease.
“Let’s wrap this up quick.”
I rotated my neck out of habit and sat in the chair. It was eight in the evening; the goal was to finish mixing before midnight.
As the keyboard, bass, and drums came together, the sound grew richer. With each track stacked on the screen, my confidence built alongside it.
I stood before the microphone to add the harmonies.
“Done.”
I checked the time: 11:59. Perfect timing. It was one of those moments that felt good for no particular reason.
“Let me just check it and head out.”
The dark Studio. My voice echoed between the monitor’s light.
[Not a fall,
but to where you are
Pouring down as Yu Seongwoo]
It was an odd feeling—sitting in the most familiar spot, listening to my own voice sounding so strange.
I listened to the song in silence for a while.
All the preparation was done.
Now only one thing remained: Item Creation.
‘That’s why I’ve been saving them.’
Even right before sleep, I’d deliberated over which item would be most effective.
‘Yeah, that one feels right…….’
The next day. The moment I opened my eyes, I spoke.
“Status Window.”
A translucent window appeared.
‘500 points should be enough.’
The most critical point in this mission: highlight strengths, hide weaknesses. That’s why I had to create an item that reflected this principle.
“Item Creation.”
▶Item Name: _______
▶Effect: _______
“Perfume of Selective Memory.”
The moment someone catches the scent, only the ‘good parts’ of my stage are imprinted in their memory. There’s nothing quite as effective as a fragrance for naturally triggering the item.
‘And it’s not winter, so there won’t be anyone with a cold nose.’
‘I wonder how it’ll go this time.’
Amid my anticipation, an unexpected red screen appeared.
[※Creation Failed – Insufficient SP]
“What?”
That doesn’t make sense.
“How difficult could this item be…… that five hundred SP isn’t enough?”
It wasn’t because the item name was poor—it was a shortage of SP.
‘It must be an error.’
I hurriedly checked the Status Window.
And I found myself at a loss for words.
“…….”
[SP 31]
I blinked. That wasn’t enough, so I rubbed my eyes frantically.
But no matter how many times I looked, it was still 31.
“……Why?”
My voice came out hoarse and broken.
‘No, I definitely had over five hundred yesterday.’
I wondered if I hadn’t fully woken up yet, but the number didn’t change.
In that moment, the Status Window answered quietly.
[S: SP is a point converted from people’s ‘interest’.]
“You already told me that.”
That’s why I accumulated it, and that’s why I didn’t spend it.
“Where did all the points I worked so hard to gather go?”
Instead of an answer, another sentence appeared.
[S: Will people’s interest last forever?]
“Ah…….”
At those words, my breath caught in my throat.
I Killed My Favorite and Now We’re Debuting (Serialized)
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