By Zephyria 
Seol Yu-rang was right.
After the live broadcast, the recorded performance video of
Starting with that, word spread on SNS and various internet communities. This was also because the original singer of the song posted the video on his own SNS, drawing even more attention.
Inquiries flooded into Secreety’s various official SNS accounts. The official NewTube account, which had been pathetic, saw its subscribers increase like a snowball.
At first, I couldn’t believe this tremendous reaction.
‘…Maybe my song is better than I thought.’
The positive reactions I occasionally checked on my phone made me shrug my shoulders.
The people who flocked in demanded on the official account.
They wanted to see Yeon Yujin perform live again.
Some purely wanted to hear Yeon Yujin sing again. Others couldn’t believe that Yeon Yujin had sung that song.
As public attention focused, the President of the agency and Manager were grinning from ear to ear.
“Oh, you pretty thing! Well done, well done!”
Lightly dodging the President who tried to hug me by a hair’s breadth, I muttered.
“When I came back after the broadcast schedule, you were incredibly dismayed because I sang alone.”
“That was then! Oh, to think such a day would come in my life.”
The President, filled with emotion, suggested that I upload a live video to the official NewTube channel.
“Should I prepare with the same song as last time?”
“Well, it would be good to include
Seo Yun-chae, who had been listening silently, raised his hand.
“We’re including our songs too, right?”
“Oh, why even ask? Of course!”
It was the first time the idol group ‘Secreety’ had received attention in a good way.
The President, not wanting to miss this great opportunity, was burning with ambition.
“What the public wants is Yujin’s singing video, but it’s also a golden opportunity for the other members to show their skills.”
After careful discussion, the songs that each member would sing were decided.
Ra Ho-yeon, who had been staring blankly at the decided song titles, asked the President.
“President.”
“Yeah?”
“Are we going to show off our dance this time too?”
“Uh…”
The President, trailing off vaguely, looked at me.
“Yujin.”
“Yes.”
“You… said you lost all your memories, right.”
“Yes.”
“…Did you perhaps forget all the dances too?”
“Yes.”
I’m sorry. I really don’t know.
I’m not the real Yeon Yujin, so how would I know?
At the same answer, the President’s face crumpled like crumbling plaster.
“No, even the debut song choreography…”
“I’m sorry. I don’t remember anything.”
When I cut him off, the President stood up from his seat with a stiff face.
“Ho-yeon.”
“Yes, President.”
“You and Si-yoon take responsibility and teach Yujin the dance rigorously. Together with the choreography teacher.”
“Of course. I’ve been waiting for those words.”
Ra Ho-yeon rose from his seat with a smiling face and came behind me. Cha Si-yoon was with him too.
‘Something feels uneasy.’
I tried to run away, but it was no use. With two A-Class Espers firmly holding both my arms, I couldn’t even think of running away.
The President said to me.
“Yujin.”
“Yes.”
“We’ll exclude the dance from this video, but since we have to prepare for a comeback soon, you have to learn all the dances as soon as possible. Got it?”
“I can’t dance…”
“Hoho. What weak words are those? Dancing is essential for idols. Guys, I’m counting on you. Choreography teacher, please restore him to his original level somehow. My wallet has gotten a little lighter with this comeback preparation. I’ve invested generously, so we have to get our money’s worth.”
At the President’s words that his own money had been invested, the choreographer nodded solemnly. As she gestured, Ra Ho-yeon and Cha Si-yoon dragged me to the practice room.
“Hey! Let go! Won’t you let go?”
I struggled, but it was no use.
Ra Ho-yeon whispered ominously.
“Give up. From now on, you’ll be stuck practicing dance to death for more than ten hours a day.”
“T-ten hours?!”
“We’ll start with our song’s choreography, but since there are a lot of dance challenges these days, we’ll prepare to the point where other groups’ choreography doesn’t look awkward either. You better be prepared.”
Should I run away now?
‘I’ve only ever used my body to fight monsters.’
Forget the penalty for breach of contract. Should I just run away?
But when I calmly considered it, there was nowhere for me to go even if I ran away.
‘If I don’t want to pay the penalty, I have to hide like Hyeon Jae-ha. I can’t shamelessly join a private guild.’
And sticking to the government side is also out of the question. If I did that, Jae-ha might really suspect me of being a government spy and kill me.
Come to think of it, I have to go for a capability re-examination too.
‘I want to find Jae-ha, but I have no idea where he is staying.’
And even if I miraculously found him, it was obvious that Jae-ha wouldn’t believe me even if I told him that I was actually An Ga-hyeon.
‘If I were him, I would think someone was crazy if a complete stranger came to me saying that I was Jae-ha when Jae-ha was dead.’
So there was no rat hole for me to escape to.
In the end, I surrendered.
“…I’ll do it. I’ll just do it.”
I sang, so there’s no reason why I can’t dance.
Honestly, I was in high spirits after receiving praise for my live performance.
‘Maybe I have a knack for this.’
If I had known this would happen, I should have auditioned to be an idol in my past life.
“Ahem. What should I do first?”
Maybe, like a common novel cliché, Yeon Yujin’s memories are left in my body, so I might learn quickly.
Cha Si-yoon, who saw me like this, patted me on the shoulder.
“Good luck, Hyung.”
“…What. What’s with that pitiful look?”
“You’ll find out soon enough.”
What kind of horror movie character’s words are those?
My body, sensing the ominousness, tried to run away on its own, but Ra Ho-yeon grabbed me and sat me down on the practice room floor.
“Where are you running off to?”
“…Just to the bathroom.”
“Yeon Yujin, do you know that? You’re really bad at lying.”
“…Me?”
No way. Jae-ha was also deceived by my lies and backed down…
“It’s all over your face.”
“…Was it?”
But Cha Si-yoon, since when has this guy been so polite to me? I thought he was taciturn because he didn’t even talk to me and ignored me.
Ra Ho-yeon, along with the choreography teacher, showed me my own practice schedule.
“From now on, you’re living according to this schedule.”
“…Hey.”
Is this something a human can do?
I couldn’t help but question it, but Ra Ho-yeon said this was basic. The choreographer also nodded.
“Let’s start with the title song choreography from the first single.”
“…Right now?”
“Right now.”
After that, a murderous dance practice began.
“Ughhhhh! I can’t do it anymore!”
“What do you mean you can’t do it? Get up again. Drink water, rest for 10 seconds, and let’s go again.”
“Agh!”
Damn it, the luck of ‘Yeon Yujin’s’ memories returning to me didn’t happen.
The only way to live was to practice to death.
Ra Ho-yeon, the leader and main dancer, was a harsh trainer who didn’t let up.
I made a decision.
‘I’ll make you do as much Esper training as I’ve suffered, no, twice as much.’
I will definitely repay this humiliation!
While panting and rolling on the practice room floor in sweat-soaked training clothes, Ra Ho-yeon and the choreography teacher picked me up.
“You got the movement wrong, do it again.”
“You’re almost there, Yujin. It’s almost over. Let’s do it one more time. Huh?”
‘These devils…’
Forced to, I practiced and practiced again.
Working out to have a strong body that doesn’t get tired easily was a bonus.
‘I was very lazy because I was reborn in a peaceful era.’
The period of becoming close with the gym after the practice room was similar to when I was fighting monsters to the death.
Humans are creatures of adaptation.
‘It’s better than then, just being able to eat and sleep well.’
I, who had become accustomed to the grueling life of rolling around, soon began to enjoy this life.
Potato shook his head when he saw me.
[ You’re my owner, but you’re really crazy… ]
Seol Yu-rang was waiting for someone at a high-end fine dining restaurant.
Having arrived earlier than the appointed time, he turned on Yeon Yujin’s live video to kill time.
“He has a voice that would be successful even if he debuted as a solo artist later.”
As Seol Yu-rang hummed along to the melody, a shadow fell over him.
“Boo.”
“Ugh! Wh-what?”
As the earphones popped out of his ears, Seol Yu-rang, flustered, almost fell off his chair in shock.
A man wearing earrings made of red beads strung on a thread on only one ear was standing in front of Seol Yu-rang.
With his glamorous features, he was a beautiful man who could be mistaken for a celebrity.
He burst into laughter when he saw Seol Yu-rang’s surprised face.
“Did I scare you?”
“Ah… seriously. Ban No-ah. How many times have I told you not to scare people like that?”
“But you react so funnily every time?”
“…You jerk. So you’re saying it’s my fault?”
“You could say that.”
“Anyway, you crazy bastard.”
Seol Yu-rang tidied up his earphones, feeling annoyed.
Ban No-ah, who was picking up the phone that was lying haphazardly on the floor, paused when he saw the video.
Seol Yu-rang tilted his head and asked.
“What’s wrong?”
“…No. I just thought this person sings really well.”
“Right? That person is an idol who’s been getting a good response these days after appearing on the music program I host.”
“Is that so?”
Ban No-ah’s eyes curved into a beautiful arc as he smiled.
He fiddled with the bead earring hanging on his right ear.
“Amazing.”