I’m Debuting With The Bias I Killed - Chapter 41

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Episode 41
“Team selection will proceed in order of debut group ranking.”
Ju Han called out the first team member.
“First, trainee Kang I-yul.”
‘Ah…….’
It was identical to before the regression. For I-yul’s sake, those two really shouldn’t be paired together.
“Next, trainee Go Jae-seong—please call your team members.”
“Yes! First, trainee Choi Un-jo.”
Following Choi Un-jo, the names of Hwang Geon-hui and Song Woo-joo rang out. Hwang Geon-hui slipped into the seat beside Go Jae-seong, now vacant with Jang Hyun-jun and Nam Jun-ho gone.
‘He’ll just disappear in the next round anyway.’
One spot remained, and I could see the others moving their eyes in sync with Go Jae-seong’s gaze, desperate to be called.
I simply waited. Waited for Go Jae-seong to say my name.
“And finally, trainee Yu Seong-woo.”
At that moment, the practice room fell silent.
“What?”
Someone let out a confused sound.
“……Huh?”
“Did he just say Yu Seong-woo?”
Not just the trainees stirred—the production staff murmured too.
“We’ll proceed with these five members.”
Go Jae-seong finished as though nothing was amiss.
I walked forward slowly. Our eyes met.
His gaze was still confused.
But soon enough, he’d believe. People always choose to believe what serves them best.
* * *
“Now that team selection is done, we need to decide on wardrobe, yes?”
The production staff gave us a mere ten minutes.
“Let’s go with suits.”
Go Jae-seong spoke first.
“Yeah, men wear suits.”
Hwang Geon-hui agreed at once.
“……Wouldn’t street style work too?”
Song Woo-joo offered his opinion hesitantly, but Go Jae-seong smiled with that characteristic warmth of his.
“I’ve got a specific image in mind. Trust me, it’ll work.”
“…….”
“You’ve been stuck in either fresh or hip-hop concepts this whole time. Let’s try a real image transformation this round.”
“……All right, then.”
Persuading a single rookie was effortless for him.
“Un-jo, you good with it?”
“No problem at all!”
“Seong-woo, suits okay with you?”
“Yeah.”
The consensus formed in an instant.
“That wraps up today’s filming—”
With the production staff’s closing announcement, the trainees filed out in a rush.
The moment Go Jae-seong stepped into the dorm, he headed straight for the bathroom.
Click.
Only after locking the door did a long breath escape him.
“……Haah.”
The same melody kept circling through his head.
[Closer and closer]
That song Yu Seong-woo had been humming.
It was familiar.
Too familiar—that was the problem.
“Does this make any sense……?”
In his desperation, he’d brought Yu Seong-woo onto the same team. He needed to keep him close, hoping to uncover something.
His original plan—the four-round stage format—had already fallen apart, but that wasn’t what mattered now.
Mun Ho. A producer whom no one knew the true identity of. A man whose face, age, and background were all shrouded in mystery.
The song Yu Seong-woo had been humming was written by that Mun Ho.
Go Jae-seong ran his hands through his hair, his thoughts tangling into knots.
This doesn’t make sense.
Mun Ho hasn’t debuted yet at this point. He’d searched secretly earlier, but as expected, nothing came up.
“Surely not—”
In that instant, a possibility flashed through his mind. Go Jae-seong’s eyes hardened gradually.
“He said it was an original composition.”
Yu Seong-woo had mentioned it casually. That he’d written the song himself.
“No, that can’t be right.”
He shook his head. It made no sense. It couldn’t be.
“A kid like that—”
In that moment, Yu Seong-woo’s words that had been nagging at him suddenly replayed in his mind.
—Yes. The keyword for the stage I’ve prepared today is “original composition.”
—Since we haven’t been at this long, I thought it would be good to show it in this mission!
—Still, we’re the only two doing producing. Let’s do well from here on out!
Go Jae-seong’s eyes wavered.
What if, just what if.
‘What if Mun Ho’s beginning is now?’
What if his future changed because of my regression?
“Crazy—”
His eyes, which had been filled with confusion, slowly transformed into exhilaration.
“……How is this even happening?”
His lips trembled with emotion.
If Yu Seong-woo really was Mun Ho, then he absolutely had to debut with him. If Mun Ho was singing, Impacter would never collapse like it did before the regression.
It was a perfect picture.
Go Jae-seong covered his mouth with both hands. But he couldn’t contain the laughter leaking through.
Thump-thump-thump.
His heart raced wildly.
“No, I need to stay calm. It’s too early to jump to conclusions.”
He knew why Impacter had collapsed in his past life. It was all because of hasty decisions. Accepting mediocre music, his own mistakes.
“Let me just watch for now.”
The moment he was certain that Yu Seong-woo really was Mun Ho, he wouldn’t let him slip away.
* * *
The next day, the song selection meeting began.
“Actually, the reason I chose the suit was because of this song?”
“You’ve already decided on a song?”
Song Woo-joo asked, looking surprised.
“Yeah. You all know Chase, right?”
“A pop song?”
“Yeah. That’s right.”
Hwang Geon-hui responded immediately.
“Wow, that’s going to look amazing with the suit.”
“Right? I’ve already thought out the choreography a bit.”
Song Woo-joo’s eyes narrowed.
“That’s surprising.”
“What is?”
“How did you come up with the outfit and the song in such a short time? And even the choreography on top of that.”
But Go Jae-seong answered smoothly.
“Isn’t a trainee supposed to always be prepared?”
…….
“You need to know how to do anything, Woo-joo.”
Go Jae-seong continued explaining, but the words didn’t reach him.
‘Chase with a suit…….’
Because he was still marveling at his shameless audacity.
Chase had been the cover song for Impacter’s first and final year-end stage before the regression.
Even then, in the perfect suit and with sharp choreography, the response had been quite good.
“If we wear the suit for this song and nail the choreography like that, honestly, no team could beat us, right?”
“That sounds amazing. It’s going to be so sexy?”
“We’re all pretty tall anyway.”
Go Jae-seong and Hwang Geon-hui were chattering excitedly, and in a way, it was a fitting combination. A guy boasting about the future he’d copied, and a follower who didn’t even know his own future and just cheered along.
Behind the two excited members, Song Woo-joo raised his hand.
“But, are we doing the pop song as-is?”
Go Jae-seong glanced over at me.
“What do you think, Seong-woo?”
His intention in asking for my opinion was transparent.
“I think an arrangement would be better.”
So I dutifully took the bait.
“Right?”
“Starting this round, the audience will be voting, so Korean lyrics would sound better to them.”
Go Jae-seong smiled with satisfaction. The moment I saw that expression, I was certain.
That bastard really does think I’m Mun Ho.
“So, Seong-woo. How about you take on all the producing this time?”
Hwang Geon-hui’s expression stiffened immediately.
“Wait, Jae-seong.”
I could hear the shock in his stumbling words.
“You’re… you’re better at producing than anyone.”
Go Jae-seong shook his head.
“This time I want to focus more on the choreography.”
“Ah…….”
“Doing both would be greedy.”
The words sounded polished enough. But the intent was obvious.
‘Yeah. He wants to verify it.’
Whether I’m really Mun Ho, or just happened to create one song that turned out similar.
That gleam in his eye was nauseating.
“Even so…….”
“And you’re good at it too, Seong-woo.”
Hwang Geon-hui lost his words for a moment. Normally Go Jae-seong would have checked me harder, so this sudden shift in attitude was enough to leave him baffled.
“Won’t it be too much to handle alone, Seong-woo?”
I shook my head with a smile on my face.
“No, it’s fine. I’ll work hard at it.”
Go Jae-seong’s lips curved upward slightly.
“Then, is there any arrangement direction that comes to mind?”
“Hmm…… I think I need to think about it a bit more.”
Actually, one idea had already surfaced. A concept I’d wanted to try on I-yul after watching that cover stage.
“Good. Think it through and tell me. Would an hour be enough……?”
“An hour is enough? Wow. For real, Jae-seong?”
‘Where did he pick that up from?’
Whether he had no sense of the room, or simply didn’t care—spilling everything on a survival show was something only Choi Un-jo could manage.
I shrugged.
“It’s enough.”
In my mind, I’d already wrapped a gat around Kang I-yul’s head and dressed him in a durumagi.
‘Ugh, no matter how I think about it, it feels lacking.’
Waiting for your favorite to pick a concept is too passive. I go to the concept myself.
Who knows—if this stage gets popular, maybe one day Impacter will cover it again.
I spent about thirty minutes pretending to deliberate, then called the team over.
Even without speaking, I could feel the three of them brimming with anticipation. Hwang Geon-hui’s look was less hopeful and more like he was bracing himself to see how good the idea would be.
“What about a Grim Reaper concept?”
I-yul had come out with a semi-smoky makeup, and the visuals were so striking you’d want to grab onto them.
Silence hung for a moment. Hwang Geon-hui reacted first.
“What? Grim…… Reaper?”
Next to him, Choi Un-jo’s eyes sparkled.
“Reaper? Lion? I like lions! A lion’s name is Grim? Grim Reaper?”
Then he growled to himself.
“Roar. I want to be Grim Reaper.”
I barely held back the laughter.
“No. Not a lion—Grim Reaper.”
Choi Un-jo’s expression froze instantly.
“Eeeek—”
‘Talk about a place of reactions.’
Hwang Geon-hui asked with a dismissive tone.
“What does Chase have to do with a Grim Reaper concept?”
Now that’s a perfect soundbite for broadcast, Geon-hui.
“Not the traditional kind of Grim Reaper. I mean, let’s reinterpret it for modern times.”
“…….”
“A Grim Reaper is basically a civil servant working in the afterlife, right? Something like that. A Grim Reaper carrying around a smartphone. But then when they gather, they play janggi.”
The more Go Jae-seong spoke, the more his eyes came alive.
“The song’s hip-hop, but we layer in a Korean traditional music sound. Modern, but with this strangely nostalgic feeling.”
His interest had shifted into conviction.
‘The Korean traditional music sound was Mun Ho’s signature, after all.’
I drove the final nail home.
“And the song title is about chasing, right? If we write the lyrics from the perspective of becoming a Grim Reaper, I think it could be really fun.”
Go Jae-seong reacted first.
“Wow—”
Genuine admiration colored his voice.
“That’s really good, isn’t it?”
Even Hwang Geon-hui grudgingly nodded along.
“Yeah. I think it could feel fresh.”
Go Jae-seong seized the momentum at once.
“All right. Seong-woo, I’m counting on you to nail the Grim Reaper concept.”
“Got it.”
“The rest of us will keep working on the choreography.”
After that, things proceeded predictably—almost comically so.
“We’ve already got most of the first verse down.”
Go Jae-seong pretended to deliberate while the choreography spilled out of him effortlessly, and the others marveled at the sheer speed of it all.
“I’ll just clean it up and walk you through it.”
Song Woo-joo offered his own thoughts at one point.
“Actually, Woo-joo’s choreography is interesting—can’t we incorporate it?”
“Well… it doesn’t quite match the tone of what I’ve created, you know?”
Go Jae-seong deflected repeatedly with polite refusals.
“Right.”
Hwang Geon-hui nodded beside him.
“I’ll think about it anyway. You’re okay with that, right, Woo-joo?”
“Oh, sure.”
Song Woo-joo fell silent after that.
Go Jae-seong continued crafting choreography with apparent focus. Or rather, he made a show of doing so.
Meanwhile, Choi Un-jo reworked the rap sections, and Song Woo-joo lingered near my spot.
“What?”
“Oh, um… I’ve got nothing to do.”
“…….”
“Ah, I got it.”
I just watched him silently until he understood and drifted over to Choi Un-jo’s side, beginning to work on the rap together.
‘So now he can read my mind at a glance.’
He’d reached a level where he immediately grasped what needed doing without being told.
About an hour later, Go Jae-seong stood up from his seat.
“Gather around, everyone.”
His expression brimmed with confidence.
“I’m going to show you the first verse choreography.”
I watched his movements in silence.
“This is amazing!”
“Jae-seong, you made all of this yourself?”
While my teammates heaped praise on him, I kept my expression carefully neutral.
Because this…
‘This is just taking a shortcut, isn’t it?’
It was identical to the cover stage choreography.
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