I’m Debuting With The Bias I Killed - Chapter 28

—————
This chapter was translated by Lunox Novels. To support us and help keep this series going, visit our website: LunoxScans.com
—————

Episode 28
Three hours in, and the meeting was still going.
Yet they kept circling the same argument. At this point it wasn’t just spinning wheels—it was sprinting on a treadmill to nowhere.
“I think Hip-hop is the way to go.”
Jang Hyunjun, that Hip-hop fanatic.
Lives and breathes Hip-hop, wouldn’t know what to do with himself if he wasn’t doing it—the type who gets splinters in his mouth if he has to stop for five minutes. No wonder Go Jaeseong kept him around as a lackey.
Guy literally sags his training pants. Says it all, really.
“No way. Wouldn’t it be cleaner going Urban? That’d flow better, wouldn’t it?”
The problem was Han Sangyoon wouldn’t budge either.
He’d plummeted from Code 2 to Code 8 overnight.
‘Even Han Sangyoon would be desperate now.’
“Clean might just end up… ordinary, though?”
‘Now they’re starting to treat him like an equal.’
When Nam Junho jumped in, the conversation looped right back to square one.
Hip-hop.
Urban.
Hip-hop.
Urban.
Lost count of how many times they’d ping-ponged between those two.
“Hold on.”
I finally raised my hand.
“Let’s just do both.”
“……Both?”
I pointed left and right with my fingers.
“One Hip-hop version, one Urban version.”
Everyone looked at me like I’d lost my mind.
“We prep choreography for both, and we decide at the Mid-term Evaluation.”
“…….”
Silence hung in the air.
“Ah…….”
Han Sangyoon caught on first, naturally.
“You mean we pick based on the crowd’s reaction?”
“Yeah.”
I nodded.
“At this point, talking’s useless—neither of you is backing down anyway.”
Kang Iyul gave a small shrug.
“Wait, so—”
Jang Hyunjun’s frown deepened.
“You’re saying we prep both?”
“Yeah. Roughly split down the middle.”
“Who’s supposed to do all that?”
“……Us?”
Why was he asking something so obvious?
“Does that even make sense?”
“This situation makes even less sense.”
I tapped the table lightly.
“Three hours and we’ve decided nothing. Every other team’s already locking in their choreography—”
No one argued back. You all know three hours is hopeless, right?
“Besides—”
I let my gaze sweep across the table.
“If we bomb at the Mid-term Evaluation anyway, it’s over.”
Not that I was walking blind into this.
Go Jaeseong had blown up the entire team roster, which meant this round’s outcome was now completely unpredictable.
‘Damn him.’
Who’d handle which part, where the crowd would lose it, who’d survive—every future I’d mapped out had been twisted into knots by one choice Go Jaeseong made.
But there was one thing.
One event that hadn’t changed yet.
The Original Artist Surprise Evaluation. Since it was the final round of Survival Part 1, they’d apparently put extra weight behind it—a surprise event exclusive to round three.
‘Just need to survive one more day.’
I’d said we’d decide at the Mid-term Evaluation, but really, tomorrow would be when it all came down. Bombing in front of the original artist would be embarrassing as hell—but that’s exactly why it would hit harder.
“Of course, even before that—”
Reality pulled me back.
“If something overwhelmingly good comes out, we should go with that.”
This time the silence stretched longer.
‘If it bothers you, then bring out something amazing.’
“Hmm…….”
After a brief sigh, Han Sangyoon spoke first.
“……Alright. Let’s try it that way.”
“Why are you going along with this too?”
Jang Hyunjun pushed back immediately.
“This just means we’re doubling the time we spend, doesn’t it?”
“We’re already spending time on it.”
Han Sangyoon replied flatly.
“Without deciding anything.”
“…….”
“Wouldn’t it be better to just do something, anything?”
This time Nam Junho opened his mouth.
“But will we have enough time to prepare the stage?”
As he spoke, he jutted his chin toward me.
‘That inconsiderate bastard.’
He was openly implying that time would be tight because of me.
“You’re right. If we’re being honest, I’m the biggest problem.”
I answered back at once.
“You’re all faster than I am anyway.”
A suffocating silence fell. We searched each other’s faces.
“Since I’ll be handling the arrangement anyway, I’ll adjust it to whatever direction we decide on.”
“No, you don’t have to go that far……?”
Nam Junho looked at me with a startled expression instead.
Right—if the one with the weakest skills says he’ll push through even under time pressure, there’s nothing left to say.
“Fine.”
“……Alright.”
In the end, everyone nodded.
‘Done.’
It wasn’t a perfect solution. If anything, it was inefficient as a team approach.
But for now, this was the best we had.
Forcing a bunch of kids with this much pride—and actual skill to back it up—into a single unit? They’d never hold together. They’d explode.
‘Better to get torn apart by someone better.’
Go ahead and strut all you want. Tomorrow, that high nose of yours is going to get broken for real.
* * *
While everyone was in the middle of practice, the speaker crackled back on.
[All trainees, please gather at the Studio.]
“Again?”
“We don’t even have time to practice as it is…….”
“Isn’t this the second assembly call today?”
I ran through the timeline in my head. The only reason to suddenly call everyone to the Studio at this point in the schedule…….
‘The teaser dropped.’
As expected, a teaser thumbnail appeared on the screen.
[BOY’S CODE TEASER]
“What, the teaser’s already out?”
“That’s crazy…….”
Everyone’s faces lit up. The camera panned eagerly across them.
‘Capturing reactions.’
Boom—
The video started with an unnecessarily grand sound effect.
[You want idols? There are way too many these days…….]
[All male idols look the same anyway.]
Distorted voices, as if someone had breathed in helium, flowed one after another.
[Isn’t idol survival just rigged from the start?]
[Finding a Hexagon Idol these days is so hard.]
[It’s an era where only the big entertainment companies survive—]
Words piled up in abundance, and the Boy’s Code logo crashed down amid brilliant CG effects.
Bang!
“What the—?”
[A true survival show that will open new horizons in idol survival!]
“Oh…….”
They’d clearly spent real money on this. The transitions were lavish, the BGM swelling and heart-stirring.
[Rigged survival shows? We evaluate based purely on talent and star quality.]
As the voiceover continued, the faces of Ju Han, Han Sangyoon, and Kang Iyul flashed across the screen in sequence. It was obvious they’d cherry-picked only the visuals.
When three devastatingly handsome men appeared, the entire program suddenly felt like it had jumped three levels in quality.
[Right, of course—visuals are part of an idol’s skill set, wouldn’t you say?]
Ju Han with his polished, quintessential idol look, Han Sangyoon with his gentle handsomeness, and Kang Iyul with his cold aura that transformed whenever he smiled.
A living embodiment of “one of these must be someone’s type.”
Gasps rippled through the trainees around us.
“Wow, insane.”
“Really gorgeous.”
I found myself nodding along.
‘Those three, yeah, I can’t argue with that.’
Then, in the next instant, my face suddenly popped up on the screen.
“……Huh?”
My mind went blank for a second.
“Me??”
The surprise ripped a sound straight out of me.
What is this—Ju Han, Han Sangyoon, Kang Iyul, and now Yu Seongwoo?
Han Sangyoon grabbed my shoulder from beside me and shook it.
“You’re in it, Seongwoo!”
I was genuinely flustered.
I’d already been self-conscious about sitting between Han Sangyoon and Kang Iyul, and now this—was I dreaming?
‘Are they messing with me?’
[A Hexagon Idol—right here among us.]
Ju Han and Han Sangyoon made the cut again. Choi Unjo appeared as well, and cheers erupted from his team’s section.
“Oh—Choi Unjo!”
“But hexagon? What does that even mean?”
“Guy can do it all. Renaissance man—”
“Whoa!!”
I wasn’t thrilled about Go Jaeseong making the cut.
[The miracle of an underdog—please remake it with your own hands!]
“Do I not get featured?”
“You’ll show up later—”
Fitting all twenty trainees into a short clip wasn’t easy. Even a pathetic amount of screen time was something to be grateful for. Some people cheered if they managed to catch even the back of their own head.
[The day five Codes are completed, the doors of debut will open!]
‘Man…… watching this again really is cringey directing.’
[Trainees’ friendship]
[Competition]
[And tears!]
By how much everyone had cried over the past weeks, even the ones who’d complained about having no screen time showed their faces.
“At least I made it…….”
About ten seconds left. I figured they’d announce the air date and time and wrap it up.
But then.
‘Oh, please no.’
A memory I’d been working hard to forget.
[I want to do well, but……]
A familiar voice echoed out.
[I just can’t keep up.]
My face—eyes and nose flushed red, tears streaming down—was displayed huge on screen.
“So that’s what you cried like?”
“Was that actually real?”
“Whoa, I thought it was just a rumor.”
Even a slow-motion shot of my tear-stained face made it in, meticulously crafted.
My face burned so hot I thought I’d lose my mind.
[COMING SOON!]
But what really got under my skin.
Ding-
[SP 103 (+10)]
Ding-
[SP 124 (+21)]
Ding-
[SP 159 (+35)]
‘God…’
SP climbed. It climbed like mad.
I finally buried my face in my hands.
* * *
By then, Nam Junho had been persuaded by Jang Hyunjun to prepare the Hip-hop choreography together.
Kang Iyul felt more drawn to the Urban side and got serious about choreography production with Han Sangyoon.
“So, let’s each work out our parts and rehearse them by evening.”
“Sure.”
While both teams worked on their choreography, I started reconsidering the arrangement direction from scratch. Judging by the current atmosphere, neither side looked like it would mesh particularly well with the original.
Everything I’d planned ahead was for “Blossom.” The idea was to highlight Kang Iyul’s killing part more and add oriental elements to create a more polished stage.
But now I had to start from zero.
Normally, I’d already be done with the arrangement by now. If so, I could’ve pushed harder against those stubborn bastards.
‘Never mind, that’s ancient history.’
I decided to pull the original song apart again.
[Sometimes I think
If you becoming my shadow
Is just my own greed]
“He was right.”
Buried under the bouncy sound, the lyrics themselves had an oddly obsessive, shadowy quality. There was something fun about that contradiction.
‘Maybe I can work with this—’
Ideas chained one after another.
While that was happening, both teams finished their choreography and showed what they’d prepared.
With pride and competition stacked on top of each other, they’d produced impossible results in such a short time. The problem was, neither matched the original particularly well.
My assessment needed only one sentence.
‘Did they actually make this for humans to dance?’
Wave, then step, then popping non-stop after that, and right now they moved their arms and legs simultaneously, yeah?
“Huff, huff… up to here. The choreography’s good, right?”
Jang Hyunjun asked breathlessly.
I could see each person’s stubbornness on display here too. They’d created choreography that seemed absolutely incompatible with each other.
The Urban team’s choreography was definitely less complex than the Hip-hop team’s, but it was actually harder to execute.
Without solid fundamentals, it’d look ridiculous.
I was already tearing up. Just imagining myself flailing like a squid I’d just caught.
Why were they putting in so much effort?
‘Unexpected.’
Before the regression, I’d barely ever seen Han Sangyoon diving in with this kind of killer instinct.
When people faced a crisis, they changed.
‘This is different too.’
I thought knowing the future meant everything was fine, but even the Lord of the Underworld wouldn’t have known about this.
That’s when the status window suddenly flickered.
‘Is it some kind of surprise item?’
[S: Please be cautious about reckless remarks directed at the Lord of the Underworld.]
‘Good ears.’
“So, shall we start choreography practice?”
“Which one should we start with?”
Nam Junho threw the question out casually.
“Isn’t it enough if you just teach him?”
He had a point. Which was also a sore one.
I stood up from my seat and stretched. Then I smiled at Nam Junho.
“But I should teach well, shouldn’t I?”
“…?”
“The one I dance better will get better evaluation anyway—”
In that instant, Nam Junho’s mouth hardened.
Right. This wasn’t the time to treat me like the weakest link.
“…We’ll let you know first.”
At least Jang Hyunjun grasped situations faster than Nam Junho did.
I Killed My Favorite and Made Our Debut (Serialized)
Author │ Yu Ss
Publisher │ Kim Ju-hyung
Published by │ J Plus Media Co., Ltd.
Marketing │ Han Jae-hyuk
Address │ 401, Ace Techno Tower 8, 11 Digital-ro 33-gil, Guro-gu, Seoul (Guro-dong)
Email │ [email protected]
Homepage │ www.jayplemedia.com
© Yu Ss 2026
※This work is published by J Plus Media Co., Ltd. under contract with the copyright holder. The content may not be used in any form or by any means without permission from the publisher and author.
Violation of this notice may result in criminal and civil legal liability.

—————
This chapter was translated by Lunox Novels. To support us and help keep this series going, visit our website: LunoxScans.com
—————