Chapter 30
Chapter 30
Translator: Penny
Chapter 30
The song was nearing its climax.
Remember our pink love story.
Kim Dobin flawlessly executed the final pose, cutely forming a heart with his hands, before descending the stage with the Adora members.
Just as he was about to chase after the fourth member, who was dawdling and refusing to come over despite his frantic gestures, Ryu Jaehee, who had been staring at his phone screen, spoke up first, blocking his path.
"Hyung, Dobin Hyung wants you to bring him some paper and a pen."
"That brat's ordering me around?"
"No, he specifically told me not to ask you and to get it myself."
"That bastard is really bossing around the youngest member?"
"Since when have you cared about me so much, Hyung...?"
"What did you say, youngest?"
"Nothing!"
Deciding it was better to pair Ryu Jaehee with the sensible youngest member—the textbook idol type—than leave him alone, I handed him a pen and paper and sent him over to where Kim Dobin and Adora were.
Even if Kim Dobin tried to pull some crazy stunt, Ryu Jaehee would surely talk him out of it.
"I told you to get out of there quickly and come back, but you're already taking selfies?"
As I grumbled, unable to hide my displeasure at seeing Ryu Jaehee joining in the selfie session, Seo Yehyeon waved his hand dismissively.
"If you're jealous, go join them and take your own."
"I didn't say I was jealous."
"Then why are you so down? I thought you were jealous the youngest members got to take pictures with him."
"Haaah..."
Instead of answering, he let out a deep sigh and turned to Seo Yehyeon.
"Don't get mad again, please."
"No, I'm just not going to listen. Don't say anything. You're just going to say something that'll piss me off again, aren't you?"
He narrowed his eyes at Seo Yehyeon, who was shaking his head and covering his ears, then opened his mouth with an air of indifference, as if it didn't matter whether he listened or not.
"It's just... I get annoyed even imagining Hyung making a mistake on stage, whether it's during rehearsal or the actual performance."
He turned his head to gaze at the stage, where KICKS' rehearsal was in full swing.
"Especially in front of those guys."
"..."
Even though Seo Yehyeon had his hands over his ears, he must have heard my words or sensed the serious atmosphere, because he slowly lowered his hands.
"Showing a stage less polished than KICKS'—right in front of those bastards, our fans, and the public—that's a disgrace to me."
My voice broke with the rising fury.
I glared at KICKS, who were executing their synchronized choreography with perfect precision, and ground my teeth.
Even their parachute members don't have any holes, damn it. And we can't even dream of synchronized choreography because of who?
I reached up to sweep back my bangs, then remembered my hair was styled and lowered my hand.
On any other day, I wouldn't have cared if Seo Yehyeon messed up a hand gesture, turned his foot the wrong way, or even improvised new choreography.
But today was different.
Our performance was scheduled right before KICKS'. The mere thought of our stage serving as a springboard for KICKS' performance made my blood boil.
"We just need to go all out and look cool. That's what we're good at, right?"
Ryu Jaehee, who had been cautiously observing the frozen atmosphere since we returned from excitedly getting autographs and taking selfies, suddenly chimed in with impeccable timing.
"Exactly! With the dancing machine Kim Dobin's skills, we can easily cover for one or two mistakes from Yehyeon Hyung."
Kim Dobin puffed out his chest and added his usual bravado, which helped thaw the Siberian-like atmosphere just enough for us to breathe again.
"Hey, Yoon Eden."
At Seo Yehyeon's voice calling my name, I tore my gaze from KICKS and turned back. His serious expression met my eyes.
"Why is it only you who feels ashamed?" Seo Yehyeon asked, his face stiff and unyielding. Facing that rigid expression, my heart suddenly clenched.
Is he going to deduct my Original Intent Score again for violating his mood?
At this rate, will I start flinching automatically at the mere sight of Seo Yehyeon's face, the pain of the score deduction flashing through my mind like Pavlov's dog?
"Aren't I Reve too? Those bastards insulted our entire group, so why are you acting like you're the only one who was insulted? I'm just as pissed off at them as you are!"
Seo Yehyeon paused, clenching his jaw as he stared intently at me.
Meeting his unwavering gaze, I thought, Oh really?
He frowned at my smirk and declared, "So stop worrying for nothing. I'm going to give you the best performance of your life today."
I laughed heartily, then lightly patted Seo Yehyeon's shoulder, his face flushed crimson with either embarrassment or anger. I glanced around at the other members.
"Did you all hear that? Even our mistake machine is going to be on his A-game today. Let's make sure those guys' performance isn't even mentioned by the time we're done. Let's set a new legendary stage record!"
Detected: Remarks inciting discord among members.
Original Intent Score -1
Wasn't I just incredibly cool? Like the very embodiment of a charismatic and dependable leader?
Could it be...
All because of one mistake, you mistake-prone idiot?
Just how fragile is this guy's mental fortitude, anyway?
"Reve, get ready for your turn!"
Without even a moment to resent Seo Yehyeon's glass-fragile mentality, I trudged backstage for the rehearsal.
After waiting for the team ahead of us, we finally took the stage. The familiar intro music began to play.
Even as I performed my part of the choreography, I kept a hawk-like watch on Seo Yehyeon. I finally caught him hastily changing the direction of his footwork and ground my teeth.
You're messing up, you mistake-prone bastard! Give back my Original Intent Score you cost me!
"At 2 minutes and 10 seconds, during the 'Once in a lifetime chance~' part, the footwork should be to the left. Left! Got it?"
"If you say that one more time, you know it'll be the tenth time, right?"
"My beloved Eldest Hyung, if you hadn't messed up during rehearsal, I wouldn't have had to repeat it ten times, would I?"
"Can you please drop the 'beloved' already?"
But if I just snapped at you—"If you don't want to hear it, then stop messing up the choreography. You promised me the best performance ever, and you're already making mistakes less than five minutes later, and you're still running your mouth"—my Original Intent Score would plummet again.
I'm not a complete idiot. I learn from my mistakes.
Ryu Jaehee peeked out from behind the stage, then scurried back, his voice full of exaggerated excitement.
"Wow, there's a huge crowd out there!"
"There'll be plenty. It's a pretty big festival, and the lineup is decent."
We were currently waiting backstage, right in front of the main stage.
Our turn was next, immediately after the group currently performing finished.
The song was gradually building to its climax.
Suddenly, Ryu Jaehee clapped his hands sharply, drawing everyone's attention, and blurted out, "Hyungs! Can't we do that thing too? Shout our team slogan before going on stage!"
His sparkling eyes were brimming with anticipation.
Our slogan was "Dream of me." Literally translated, it meant "Dream of me."
While fans might appreciate it, it felt incredibly awkward and inappropriate for a bunch of guys to use as a cheer or rallying cry among themselves.
Gyeon Hajun seemed to share my sentiments, his face sour as he politely declined.
"Isn't 'Dream of Me' a bit much right before going on stage...?"
"Then how about we at least do a 'fighting!' cheer before we go?"
I had to admire his persistence in suggesting alternatives, refusing to give up.
"Fighting? That's so cringewor—"
I was checking my in-ear monitors and replying nonchalantly when my gaze locked with Ryu Jaehee's teary eyes.
Before my regression, when all the other members had cut ties with me, Ryu Jaehee had been the only one who stayed by my side until the very end. I always felt a soft spot for him because of that.
He was also the second easiest member to get along with, after Gyeon Hajun.
Besides, after getting used to seeing him as a disgustingly taller, more mature version of himself with sharper features, the sight of the youthful, smaller, and fuzzier seventeen-year-old Ryu Jaehee who had suddenly reappeared before me after so long had a way of softening one's heart.
I sighed and nodded.
"Alright, let's do it. What's the harm in trying?"
Ryu Jaehee's face lit up at my agreement. He immediately thrust his hand forward, palm down.
Four more hands stacked on top of his in turn.
"One, two, three! Reve, fighting!"
"Fighting!"
"Fighting!"
"...Fighting."
"Uh, fighting."
Though Ryu Jaehee had clearly counted to three, everyone shouted "Fighting!" at their own haphazard timing.
Only Ryu Jaehee and Kim Dobin put any real energy into their shouts.
...This is a total mess.
I deliberately ignored Ryu Jaehee's whining for another round when, just in time, the emcee's voice called us to the stage.
As we stepped onto the stage, a cool breeze swept through, lightly ruffling our carefully styled hair.
Perhaps our agency's finances had improved, because the stage outfits were noticeably better quality than during our main promotion period. We adjusted our costumes and took our positions in a large formation.
My eyes caught sight of the massive telephoto cameras and camcorders pointed at us.
At our first fansign, there had been only two telephoto cameras focused solely on Seo Yehyeon. We've come so far, our Reve.
The intro to "One Chance," which we'd heard so many times we practically knew it by heart, began to play.
"Yoon Eden! Seo Yehyeon! Gyeon Hajun! Kim Dobin! Ryu Jaehee! We are One Chance Reve!"
I couldn't help but chuckle at the thunderous fan chants echoing from the audience. I was quite pleased to hear my name called first.
Seeing the telephoto cameras aimed at me, I winked playfully.
You've been given One Chance, the opportunity of a lifetime.
Approach every moment as if it's your last One Chance.
I don't think I've ever danced with such ferocity, as if my body would break, even during our official broadcasts.
Hearing Ryu Jaehee's high notes, as sharp as a honed blade, I executed the powerful choreography flawlessly.
We couldn't afford to lose this battle of pride against KICKS.
2 minutes and 10 seconds.
As we re-entered the chorus, I shifted my formation and locked eyes with Seo Yehyeon.
Unlike during rehearsal, I didn't stumble. I smiled in satisfaction at my smooth pivot to the left, then met Seo Yehyeon's gaze.
I quickly wiped the smile off my face, but Seo Yehyeon grinned back at me.
Why are you smiling so smugly? Don't get complacent. There are still 48 seconds left until the end of the song.
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- Seriously, are they updating the LJD every time a preview drops?
- Eden had his hair all wrapped up in previous selfies, so I was curious. Looks like nothing's changed except for the two-block cut?
└ I was hoping to see him with bleached hair ㅠㅠ
- Yehyeon's preview is great too! It already has over 10,000 likes. His outfit today is actually decent—the stylist finally did their job for once.
- Our Yehyeon finally nailed the choreography without mistakes for the first time in ages! ㅋㅋ
- Eden's smug smile when he saw Yehyeon, then instantly wiping it away when their eyes met, and Yehyeon's cheeky grin back at Eden—so cute! ㅠㅠ
└ This is the part Yehyeon always messes up, lololol
└ Go-young being proud that his Hyung didn't make a mistake but too embarrassed to show it, and Kang-ji just being a pure, proud puppy for not messing up—adorable!
- The 직캠 is insane! Our boys' intensity is off the charts. Is this really the skill level of rookies who haven't even debuted for a year yet? ㅠㅠ
- Huh? Have the Ilmongs seen this? The YouTube algorithm keeps recommending... this kind of thing... https://yxxtu.be/VLJDSFn23
- Why is Dobin suddenly there? ㅋㅋ
📝 Translator’s Note:
You may notice that certain lines or phrases in this novel appear both in their original Korean (or Hanja) form and in English translation.
This is intentional — these phrases are classical idioms, divine titles, or poetic expressions that carry layered meanings.
To preserve their original tone and authenticity, the raw text has been kept for reference, while the English interpretation is provided right before or after it. This helps convey both the literal and cultural nuance of the original work.
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