I’m Debuting With The Bias I Killed - Chapter 2

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Episode 2
“Gasp!”
Breath tore out of him. His lungs screamed as though he’d just surfaced from water, chest heaving with pain.
“I’m alive…….”
At least I’m alive. First thing — call 119—
“Wait.”
His hand froze.
Nothing. No car, no road, nothing at all.
Darkness stretched endlessly in every direction. As if he were trapped somewhere.
“What is this…….”
He pinched his cheek frantically.
“It doesn’t hurt?”
A dream, then. Of course it was. The worst nightmare imaginable.
It would end when he woke up.
That terrible accident wouldn’t exist, Iyul would be fine, and he’d slip back into his ordinary life.
“Whatever this is, I’m not going to that cursed event.”
But time passed and nothing changed.
“……Did I really die.”
Then again, after an accident like that, being alive would’ve been the real surprise.
So this is what the afterlife looks like.
“Go ahead, take me wherever. Heaven or hell…….”
The moment those words left his mouth—
Pop!
A loud crack split the darkness, and suddenly light flooded everywhere.
“Ugh!”
A blinding flash, and inexplicable sound effects.
Boom-boom-boom!
“……Huh?”
[Congratulations!]
What in the world—?
[A lottery winner after 100 years, Deceased Number 392849384…….]
An incomprehensible status window began reciting numbers without end. As it continued, the recitation grew breathless and somehow pitiful.
“What is this?”
Then crude animation played across the window: King Yama spinning a roulette wheel with a deceased person’s name on it, the lucky deceased receiving a “Deceased’s Wish Ticket” that granted them one wish.
[You’re quite fortunate, Deceased! Wish Tickets are normally granted once every hundred years. However, due to the previous winner’s inappropriate use, the ticket was revoked—and you, my friend, have become the new bearer of fortune!]
‘So my wish to win the lottery is coming true like this?’
But what’s this about “inappropriate use”?
[The chosen Deceased, Yu Seongwoo, may grant yourself a single wish.]
Well, it didn’t matter. The important thing was that he’d been given an impossible chance.
“Is it—is it possible to wish for my life back?”
[Of course. There are no limits to what King Yama can grant!]
“Did Kang Iyul die too?”
Please, please say no.
[The accident claimed two lives: Yu Seongwoo and Kang Iyul. However, Juhan, Choi Unjo, and Han Sangyun are in critical condition but still alive!]
“……What?”
He went blank for a moment.
“So that bastard Go Jaeseong is fine?”
They were right about how insulting people kept them alive—he should’ve cursed that bastard less.
“Can you turn back time?”
The status window seemed to understand his intent.
[Are you saying you want to erase it completely—as if it never happened?]
“Yes, if I just don’t go to the event, none of this happens, right?”
[Even if time is reversed, the future will repeat unless the root cause itself is eliminated.]
“The root cause…….”
Sadly, there was no need to think hard about it.
Why had Impactor agreed to cover that regional event in the first place? The answer was simple.
“……Because we’re jinxed.”
Which meant that as long as Impactor remained jinxed, the event that killed him and Iyul would repeat itself in some form or another.
He remembered the bitter posts on social media from fans asking: What’s so wrong with being jinxed? Was it worth dying over?
Though there were plenty of reasons they were struggling: poor concepts, mediocre styling, lackluster songs.
But the core issue was unmistakable.
Go Jaeseong’s blunder—his weak excuse and sluggish response—had engulfed the entire team.
And because of that bastard, the other four members, who’d suffered and bled for this, were bound to a death sentence?
“That’s not fair at all.”
My fists had begun to tremble. Where the wave of anger had swept through, only cold reality remained.
Slowly, I spoke the answer.
“I can do it instead. I can be the one.”
If Go Jaeseong—the one who caused the blunder—disappeared, the team wouldn’t collapse. If the team didn’t collapse, that terrible accident would never happen.
But the Status Window saw through me once again.
[An already-determined fate cannot be altered.]
An already-determined fate….
“So I can’t change Impactor once they’ve already debuted. I need to go back before the fate was sealed.”
Then there was only one way.
“…The Survival Audition!”
[One minute remaining.]
‘This isn’t some fan signing event.’
I’d refined the words in my head over and over.
I couldn’t afford to mess this up. I had only one shot.
“Send me back four years so that Kang Iyul and I can participate in the Survival Audition for Boys Code.”
If I couldn’t join Impactor instead of Go Jaeseong after they’d debuted, then I’d participate in the Survival Audition from the start, push him out, and become a member of Impactor myself.
An idol—I’d never dreamed of it, not once. But I wanted it more desperately than anything.
Because both my life and Kang Iyul’s were on the line.
‘That’s right. Go Jaeseong debuted—there’s no reason I can’t.’
“This time.”
If he was still alive somewhere, savoring the joy of surviving alone, I hoped he was enjoying every moment. It would be the last happiness he’d ever know.
“I’m going to debut.”
To save Kang Iyul.
[Executing the wish of Deceased Yu Seongwoo: ‘Send me back four years so that Kang Iyul and I can participate in the Survival Audition.’]
[Good fortune to you!]
Darkness wrapped around me again, and my body plummeted endlessly downward.
* * *
“……Gasp!”
I lurched upright, gasping for breath.
Was I in the afterlife again?
Smack!
“Ow!”
The blow across my back burned like fire.
What? That familiar palm smack was definitely….
“Now you’re awake? You said we had to leave early!”
“…You?”
My only blood relative: Yu Seonga.
“Yeah, I’m your sister. Who else would I be?”
I rubbed my eyes in disbelief. I closed them and opened them again, but she was still there.
“W-what year is it?”
“Seongwoo, what’s wrong with you today? You were ranked first in school, weren’t you?”
“…”
“Out of ten students in the whole place?”
“Sister, how old are you right now?”
“Can’t count? I’m seven years older than you. Twenty-six.”
My sister was now seven years older instead of just one.
Slowly, I turned and picked up my phone.
July 6th, 202X. It was really four years ago.
“…How old am I right now?”
Yu Seonga looked at me as if I were pathetic.
“Why are you acting like this so early in the morning? You’re going to be late.”
Bang. The door slammed shut.
And the moment Yu Seonga disappeared, the Status Window appeared as if it had been waiting.
[S: You have been sent back four years according to the wish of Deceased Yu Seongwoo.]
“Wait, couldn’t you have told me before she hit me?”
[S: …Your basic information will now be displayed.]
[S: To ensure smooth wish fulfillment, we provide you with a Status Window in a game format familiar to you, Yu Seongwoo.]
Hey, you ignored what I just said, didn’t you?
[Name: Yu Seongwoo
Age: 19
Height: 178cm
Weight: 65kg]
“Ha…….”
Suddenly I was nineteen again.
‘Twenty-nine-year-olds absolutely cannot participate in idol survival auditions?’
King Yama was oddly practical for such a strange being.
“If you were going to adjust it anyway, you could’ve made me even younger.”
It was exactly the cutoff age for idol debut.
It made no sense, but I had no choice but to accept the reality staring me in the face. My back still stung where Yu Seonga had hit me.
I made my way cautiously to the mirror. There were no dark circles from late-night work sessions, no sunken cheeks. The sight of my face, polished smooth as a peeled egg, made me grin without thinking. I was grinning wide enough to see my uvula when I suddenly caught something glinting inside my mouth.
“Whoa.”
There was one thing I’d forgotten.
“I didn’t think even this would be recreated.”
At nineteen, I’d been in the middle of orthodontic treatment. I was startled, but an idol with braces turned out to be a surprisingly marketable option.
“Okay. Not bad.”
The real problem lay elsewhere. My arms and legs were all skin and bones—not a shred of muscle.
“And I worked so hard to build that body—”
Just thinking about how much I’d spent on protein made me want to cry.
Setting aside my regrets, I organized the situation.
1. I’ve gone back four years.
2. Only I am in the state I was at nineteen.
3. Nix Entertainment’s in-house survival audition starts one week from now.
So what I need to do first is—
“Hey! Aren’t you going to the company?”
The door swung open.
Yu Seonga snapped at me through the gap.
“The company?”
What company would a high school student go to—
Yu Seonga narrowed her brows. That’s the expression I made when I was spouting nonsense.
“Don’t tell me all that fuss about getting street cast was a complete lie?”
In that instant, my mind blazed with recognition.
A week ago—an employee handing me a business card on the street. And written on that card: ‘Nix Entertainment’.
Contract, practice room, survival audition.
The forgotten memories came flooding back all at once.
“Damn.”
King Yama’s aftercare service was thorough.
* * *
One saving grace from Impactor’s collapse: Nix Entertainment hadn’t moved offices in four years.
The moment I pushed through the same glass doors as before.
[Danger Level: 90% (▼2%)]
“It went down.”
This was the first time since my regression.
The number that hadn’t budged an inch had changed.
‘What’s the criteria for this?’
Whatever it was, the very term “Danger Level” gave me an uneasy feeling.
‘Could you explain this at least?’
[S: Excessive information may cause panic.]
[S: Necessary information will be provided at appropriate moments.]
“…Smooth talker.”
It basically meant I wasn’t getting an explanation. I swallowed a sigh and stepped inside.
Beneath the familiar Nix Entertainment logo, signed CDs from famous singers lined the shelves.
Song Inhyuk, a casting director from a major agency who’d discovered all sorts of famous idols, and Kwon Jaehyuk, a visual director whose aesthetic sensibilities had earned him praise—
Though they’d increasingly become known by the derisive nickname “the Talents” rather than their names due to their increasingly nonsensical management, the two of them had once been called prominent powers in the idol industry before founding Nix.
So this was what the lobby looked like. I tried to picture the scene Kang Iyul would have witnessed every day commuting here.
‘I’m actually walking through this place.’
I followed a staff member toward the practice room.
The moment the door opened, I scanned the room, but the face I was looking for wasn’t there.
‘Why… why is Kang Iyul the only one missing?’
My heart sank.
Then.
“As I mentioned, we have an important announcement today.”
Song Inhyuk entered the practice room.
“Starting next week, we’ll be holding an in-house Survival Audition to select our debut team.”
The practice room stirred with excitement.
“A Survival Audition?”
After scanning the trainees’ reactions, Song Inhyuk spoke again.
“And the entire process will be broadcast on CNet.”
This time it wasn’t just stirring—it was nearly a cheer.
“Insane, that’s insane.”
“We’re going on broadcast!”
“Are you serious…?”
Everyone was electrified, but I was in a different world entirely.
‘No, so where exactly is Kang Iyul—’
I felt like I was losing my mind from the anxiety.
That was when it happened.
Creak—the practice room door opened again.
“I apologize. I’m a bit late.”
A familiar voice.
My heart responded to that single line before anything else.
The moment I turned my head, my eyes met those of the person standing in the doorway.
Kang Iyul—alive, standing Kang Iyul.
I’m Debuting with My Favorite Idol Whom I Killed (Ongoing)
Author | Yoo Sseu
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© Yoo Sseu 2026
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