I’m Debuting With The Bias I Killed - Chapter 21

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Chapter 21
Thirty minutes into creating the choreography, the Practice Room’s atmosphere had grown heavy again. The music kept playing, but no one opened their mouth.
‘Man. This is suffocating, seriously.’
Everyone was thinking about something. The problem was, no one wanted to make the first move.
Afraid of being told they couldn’t pull it off. Afraid of stepping forward and killing the mood.
“Let’s just stick with the original song.”
Someone said this while flopping down on the floor.
“I mean, we-”
The words trailed off. No need to finish; everyone understood.
They were a bottom-tier team, after all.
The weakest of the weak.
I watched them in silence.
So the broadcast really had done us no favors—more like it had edited us a thousand times over. Now I understood exactly why that stage looked so catastrophic.
“Everyone, gather around.”
Waiting longer wouldn’t change anything.
“Let me show you what I came up with first. It’s seriously incredible, trust me?”
Skeptical glances. But they gathered anyway.
“You… choreographed something, sir?”
“Yeah. I put so much work into it, too.”
I turned on the music with a casual air and started moving.
“……?”
From the first move—something was off.
Offbeat timing, vague hand gestures, joints bending at bizarre angles.
A grave, solemn expression that had nothing to do with the bright, refreshing song. And then, out of nowhere, a jump.
The more earnestly I danced, the worse it looked.
“Whoa…….”
“What… is that……?”
All of this with an absolutely serious face.
“So, what do you think?”
I finished the last pose as badly as I could manage.
The silence that followed was almost deafening. No one could speak.
“Not bad, right?”
At that shameless comment, Gwon Gi-hyeon finally snapped.
“Are you insane, sir?”
“Even if you’re joking around, this is a little—”
I nodded along blithely.
“Right, you see how amazing it is, don’t you? Let’s start practicing it right now.”
“No, that’s not—”
I felt the air freeze over.
“Any objections? Why?”
I smiled and played the music again.
Now it was up to them—whether to eat the rice I’d cooked, or find their own ingredients and cook something themselves.
“All right, I’ll show you the first move.”
“Wait, sir!”
Song Woo-ju shot to his feet.
“Were you… serious?”
“Of course! How hard I worked on this?”
Anyone with eyes would have to recoil—I made those moves deliberately hideous!
“Here you don’t extend—you have to bend it this way!”
The moment he blurted it out, he seemed to realize his mistake and clamped his mouth shut.
All eyes snapped to Song Woo-ju at once.
“Huh?”
I tilted my head, playing dumb.
“Bend it? Bend what?”
“I mean—”
I deliberately twisted my body in even more grotesque ways. It looked like an inflatable tube man caught in a strong wind.
Song Woo-ju’s hands flailed helplessly. His face screamed frustration.
I asked casually.
“So, how about you give it a try?”
Song Woo-ju sighed and slowly pushed himself up.
‘Yeah, there’s no way you’d just let this slide.’
The bait had caught perfectly.
“…….”
I cleared the space unobtrusively, and Song Woo-ju stepped forward slowly.
“Don’t laugh even if it looks weird.”
“Come on, anything’s better than—”
I glanced back at Ji Dong-seok.
“Better than what?”
“Oh, never mind. Woo-ju, go ahead and show us.”
He’d clearly understood I meant my choreography, but I let it pass without comment.
It seemed to have given Song Woo-ju the confidence he needed.
“Start the track.”
Song Woo-ju moved in time with the music.
It was completely different from my style—the rhythm crisp and precise, movements flowing into one another, with an unmistakable sense of form.
Though entirely different from the original arrangement, the choreography matched the bright, refreshing mood of the song perfectly.
“Oh—”
“Yo, that’s good.”
Even the ones who’d been silent immediately responded.
Song Woo-ju hesitated, clearly taken aback by the praise.
‘So he’d been planning this all along.’
In fact, after dropping out of the Survival Show, Song Woo-ju had pivoted to choreography. It was a career change that had surprised even the fans who’d expected him to become a rapper.
He’d quit as a trainee and struggled immensely, but he’d become so celebrated as a choreographer that I’d even seen interviews where he talked about overcoming it all through dance. That was Song Woo-ju.
‘So what would be the point of me choreographing when he’s standing right there?’
“Wow, Woo-ju. That’s really good.”
“When did you come up with this?”
“If we hadn’t asked, we’d never have known.”
Praise poured out in stark contrast to the silence from moments before.
“Perfect. Let’s go with this.”
So I nailed it down right then. And this time, everyone nodded in agreement.
‘It’s way better than what we had before anyway.’
It was the only logical choice.
Song Woo-ju didn’t seem reluctant either. If anything, he let out a breath of relief.
“Thank goodness…….”
I’m the one who should be thankful, really. I was worried you’d all just go along with my bizarre choreography.
“So what comes after this part?”
“Well—”
This time, Gwon Gi-hyeon jumped in.
“Could we connect it this way?”
It was always like this—the hardest part was just getting started. Once someone spoke up, the ideas came flowing.
“Or what about this?”
“Oh, then the beat would really pop—”
The Practice Room that had been silent just moments ago came alive with noise. Ji Dong-seok’s enthusiastic praise and cheerful comments were exactly what they needed to build confidence.
“Then I’ll take a shot at choreographing the second half of the second verse.”
“Good. So who’s doing the Sharp Group Dance?”
“I’m not sure I can……”
“No, just try it. It’ll be better than—”
Gwon Gi-hyeon quickly covered Song Woo-ju’s mouth.
“Shh!”
A moment of silence.
And then—
“Pfft.”
We all burst out laughing.
There was no need to finish the sentence—everyone already knew.
Anything would be better than my outlandish choreography.
I leaned against the wall and watched them.
‘Good.’
Now I didn’t need to get involved anymore.
In fact, if I made even the slightest move—
“No way!”
“Don’t come over here!”
“Form, you have to do the music arrangement!”
I’d jumped to the conclusion he wanted to join the choreography creation, and panic had set in. Before long, he was dragging chairs and cushions from all over the Practice Room.
“Form, sit here.”
“Make yourself comfortable.”
“Absolutely not! Don’t even think about getting up.”
The Practice Room had turned chaotic. The dead atmosphere came alive again.
“Hey.”
Ji Dong-seok called out to me.
“Aren’t you going to do anything?”
“Oh, form…! Sung Jun-woo is busy because he has to arrange the music!”
I shrugged my shoulders.
“Why? So you really liked my choreography—”
“……That’s enough.”
“Did you hear what the kids said? I need to arrange the song right away.”
“Yeah. That’s good.”
Laughter burst out.
Of course, I also let out a sigh of relief at the successful plan.
* * *
Two hours later, I called the team members back together.
“I’ve decided on the arrangement direction.”
Music flowed from the Laptop speaker.
“Since we don’t have proper equipment right now, I put together something rough — listen.”
A familiar melody, but the atmosphere was different from the start.
Instead of the original’s light Synth Sound, a fresh Guitar Riff caught the ear first. The drum beat came in much sharper and brighter.
The team members’ expressions shifted by the second.
At first, everyone looked unfamiliar with it.
Then gradually their bodies began to respond. Gwon Gi-hyeon tapped his fingertips against the floor in rhythm, and Ji Dong-seok had already started swaying his head.
True to their Dance Position backgrounds, they moved their bodies cautiously.
“Wow—”
A brief exclamation escaped Song Woo-ju’s lips.
Then came the Chorus.
As a different variation from the original entered, all four of their eyes went wide.
“Form, what was that just now?”
“It sounds like a completely different song!”
It was a flow that was refreshing yet could capture the taste of a live stage performance.
“How do you like it? Does it sit right with you?”
“Of course it does, right?”
Ji Dong-seok jumped up from his seat.
“Wow, how did you pull this off in two hours?”
“I absolutely love it.”
“I, I do too.”
“Form, play that part again — where the Guitar comes in right before the Chorus!”
The atmosphere had completely shifted. Now they were asking him to play the music again right away.
“If we just slot the choreography in here, it’ll be perfect.”
“Wait — I just thought of something brilliant.”
Song Woo-ju came up with an idea immediately.
“If we run the Formation Line this way, I think it’ll match the Guitar Riff perfectly.”
“Good. Let’s try it.”
Now no one was holding back. They simply moved their bodies.
The moment the Guitar Riff started, they surged forward, and just before the Chorus, the Formation Line spread out naturally.
“Oh—”
This time, I was the one who gasped.
Choreography completely different from the original. Yet it matched the arrangement with startling precision.
‘That was when I first saw real promise in him as a choreographer.’
“Man, Woo-ju.”
“Um, how is it?”
“You really do have a gift for choreography.”
Song Woo-ju scratched his head awkwardly.
“It’s all thanks to Sung Jun-woo.”
And he added one more thing.
“I’m sorry for just saying to do it the way we’ve been doing it.”
“Sorry about what—if you do it well, that’s all that matters.”
‘At least they’re the kind of kids who figure it out on their own.’
Otherwise, I’d have possessed Yoo Seong-ah again and played the tyrant.
And so, brimming with that fighting spirit, the choreography practice began.
……And predictably, the problem was me.
“Senior, try doing that part like this.”
“Like this?”
“No!”
Song Woo-ju was clearly executing a smooth Wave, but my body was firing off each joint separately.
“You—”
Song Woo-ju let out a sigh.
“If you weren’t on this team, things really would’ve gone sideways.”
‘Woo-ju, that’s exactly why I’m here.’
With these dance skills, if I’d landed on the Sporty team with acrobatics or the Sexy team that would need me to possess some writhing body type, I’d be waking up in a hospital bed.
“Still, we’ve got to nail the Sharp Group Dance.”
A glint of determination flickered in Song Woo-ju’s eyes.
‘That’s incredible growth.’
“Of course.”
After nearly two hours of practice, my legs were trembling even while standing still.
“W-wait, let’s take a break…….”
The moment I collapsed onto the floor, the others tumbled down after me like dominoes.
“Water, water…….”
I staggered out of the Practice Room like a zombie, grabbed a cup from the Water Purifier, and drained it in one gulp.
‘This must be what it feels like to stumble upon an oasis in the desert.’
Just then, a careful voice came from behind me.
“Senior.”
“Hmm?”
It was Gwon Gi-hyeon. I tilted my head, the paper cup still pressed to my lips.
‘Does he want me to move?’
I shifted out of the way, but he just stood there without taking a drink, hesitating.
“What’s up?”
“Was that on purpose?”
“Was what on purpose?”
Gwon Gi-hyeon made a face that said he couldn’t believe what he was hearing.
“That choreography just now.”
“Oh—”
I took another leisurely sip of water.
“On purpose? Are you seriously doubting my choreography composition skills right now?”
“What?”
He pressed harder, curiosity getting the better of him.
“That’s not it, is it?”
“What isn’t?”
“You were laying groundwork on purpose, weren’t you?”
He was relentless, absolutely relentless.
I kept a straight face the whole time.
“Who knows~”
“You did it.”
Gwon Gi-hyeon shook his head slowly.
“Senior, you’re actually kind of insane.”
But the corners of his mouth were already curling up.
“So from now on, if you think of anything, just say it right away.”
I laughed and tapped him on the shoulder.
“Before I choreograph something else.”
Gwon Gi-hyeon laughed with exaggerated horror.
When I got back to the Practice Room, Ji Dong-seok and Sung Jun-woo were already sprawled in a corner.
“Senior, should we head in now?”
I grabbed my Laptop.
“I’m going to the Studio first.”
“R-right now?”
“Yeah.”
When I look back at him with a questioning gaze, he breaks into a hollow laugh.
“Wait, you’re sleeping in the Studio?”
“Of course not.”
Truth is, if I had my way, I’d drag a bed into the Studio in a heartbeat.
“It’s just that when an idea hits, I have to make it right then.”
Song Woo-ju laughs in disbelief.
“Wow, you really are like a real producer.”
I wave my hand dismissively.
‘Not yet, though.’
It’s too early to be surprised by anything.
The real thing starts now.
I Killed My Bias and Now We’re Debuting (Ongoing Serialization)
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