Save a Failed Idol’s Life

Chapter 246:

Translator: MarcTempest

Editor: NicoleTempest

Chapter 246

“You’re the one who took me out of the emergency stairs, put me on the stage, comforted me when I ran away and felt depressed after suffering a disadvantage, and brought me back on a dawn flight from Jeju Island.”

I couldn’t believe what I was saying. Who would believe this? I was sure they would think I was crazy, but it was now or never. I had nowhere else to retreat.

“According to the order, 1, 2, 3, number 1 and 3 are the same person, but number 2 is a different person. What do you mean by that?”

Yu-geon narrowed his eyes and frowned. He couldn’t understand why number 2, which didn’t happen in reality, was still in his memory so unexpectedly.

“Where do I start explaining this…”

I sighed deeply, and Yu-geon furrowed his brows as if he wanted to sigh too.

I looked up at Yu-geon’s face, full of discontent. I wondered if he would trust me as much as I trusted him.

But before that, could he accept this unbelievable story?

But then again, since he changed into a different person at some point, maybe it wasn’t impossible to believe.

“What is it now?”

Yu-geon glared at me as if he wanted me to hurry up.

‘What will I do if I don’t say it here?’

It was a dead end.

Believe it or not. It was an inevitable choice to keep the climax, the offbeat, and the composition.

“Come on, click faster. I have more than one or two things to download. Why are you so relaxed?”

“I’m downloading, okay? The internet speed is always like this. It won’t work faster if you click faster.”

As I impatiently snatched the mouse from Yu-geon and quickly organized the downloaded files, he looked at me with an incredulous expression.

“Why, this is much neater, isn’t it? You can also check the emails by dividing them into conversations like this.”

Yu-geon and I were having a heated argument in the composition office. It was a small conference room with good soundproofing.

First of all, I needed to check how the company was running, so I logged into the cloud with a business account that Cheon Ise had never accessed before. There were backup records of the employees’ work. ??????s?

It would take too long to access, open, and save each one online, so I decided to download all the files at once.

He said he would organize the files he received on his laptop, but I pushed him away and took the mouse.

“Oh, this. I told them not to match the price and go somewhere else because of the print quality, but they matched the price.”

From the second MD production status to be delivered soon, to the recent meeting report with the advertising agency.

My eyes were busy with the backlog of more than a week. I quickly commented and corrected, saved and re-uploaded, and notified the person in charge. Yu-geon looked at me with his mouth wide open.

“Why, do you believe me a little now?”

From the tone of voice to the habits and minor document formats. Yu-geon and I were not in a position to work together in writing, so he probably didn’t know exactly what I did. But anyone who wasn’t in charge of, or rather, overseeing all the desks in the company for a long time wouldn’t be able to achieve this level of accuracy and speed.

“That’s impossible.”

“It’s possible, that’s why I’m here now.”

As I started to make a handover document so that someone could take over my work even if I disappeared completely, Yu-geon rubbed his eyes and looked at me again.

“If you’re not going to do anything, go and get me some coffee. If you open the left cabinet in the pantry, you’ll find a half-caffeine capsule.”

He shrugged his shoulders and went out to make coffee with a confident attitude that even ordered me to run errands.

“I can’t believe it.”

“You have to believe it even if you can’t.”

“It’s just an expression.”

A few hours ago. He must have thought I was crazy, but I told him to just accept it without trying to understand it. The atmosphere was not like this then.

He seemed to think it was strange that Cheon Ise had changed so much, but he was still different.

The most plausible thing in common sense was a split personality, but he wouldn’t understand anything about a system or hacking.

So I omitted a lot of details and summarized it as succinctly as possible. ‘I’ was originally a person who died unjustly, and after I died, I couldn’t rest in peace and wandered around as a ghost. I entered Cheon Ise’s empty body after he attempted suicide and lived for about a year.

It was his original life that died, so I should have cheered him on when he regained his consciousness, but I was worried about the remaining work, so I was able to stay for another week.

Something like that. It was a common plot for a family movie or a weekend drama.

Yu-geon didn’t believe it, of course, and he tried to get up right away, but I held him back by telling him some stories that only insiders would know.

Even after that, he still looked at me with doubtful eyes and asked me to let him go to the office and access the composition’s internal server.

So I borrowed Yu-geon’s laptop and logged in with the representative account and password that Cheon Ise used.

As I casually handled the backlog of work, Yu-geon seemed to have accepted that the work that Cheon Ise had done so far was my work, even though he didn’t know what had happened.

“What the hell is this…”

He kept rubbing his eyes, wondering if he was seeing something wrong, and I snapped at him.

“If you keep rubbing your eyes like that, you’ll get conjunctivitis.”

Yu-geon answered with his arms crossed, as if he knew what I was talking about.

“I know.”

“Then restrain yourself. I saw that you have a variety show tonight.”

As I pointed out the schedule that I checked while making coffee, Yu-geon looked at me as if he couldn’t believe such a person existed.

“Don’t flake out.”

“I won’t.”

Yu-geon checked the time, remembering the schedule he had momentarily forgotten.

It had been two hours since we entered the conference room.

“I have to go soon. What should I do? Should I inform the other company people?”

Yu-geon asked anxiously, looking at the clock, and I sighed in relief, thinking that I had put out the urgent fire.

“Tomorrow you have a full day of outside schedules, right? It’ll be hard to come to the office, won’t it?”

Yu-geon shrugged his shoulders as if it was obvious.

“Probably?”

“Okay. I’ll set up a VPN account for you, so just lend me this for a while.”

I tapped the laptop screen with the back of my hand, pointing at it, and Yu-geon made a dumbfounded expression.

“It’s not even a week before I return it.”

“You’re so confident, really.”

“You promised me. You said you’d ask me for anything I can help with.”

“I don’t think I said anything.”

“It’s the same thing.”

I brushed off the confusing memories of my idol days as something like a parallel world. He obviously didn’t buy it, but he couldn’t deny it since he had the memories.

“Just get ready for the schedule. I’ll take this and go to a cafe or something.”

I finished setting up the VPN account so I could access the company server from outside and slowly got up from my seat. Yu-geon still looked displeased and asked me.

“Where will you go when the cafe closes?”

“I have a place to stay.”

“You said you were dead.”

He seemed to worry about everything.

“Don’t worry. You’re not the only one who owes me a favor.”

Then Yu-geon added hesitantly.

“Are you not going to tell the members?”

I couldn’t answer right away and fell into thought. If I could explain to them like I did to Yu-geon, with my work skills and past activities, it would be better to tell them.

But could I make all six of them understand?

That was honestly close to impossible. Even Yu-geon wouldn’t have agreed to cooperate with me if data transfer was impossible and I couldn’t tell him in a somewhat plausible way.

“You’d be happy if they believed you, but honestly, don’t you feel like you’re possessed by a ghost right now?”

Yu-geon nodded with a disgruntled expression.

“There’s no point in telling them. They’ll think you’re weird and you’ll go crazy too. I’ll just handle it until Cheon Ise wakes up.”

What if Cheon Ise… never regains consciousness? I shivered at the chilling assumption, but there was no way out.

I swallowed a short sigh and looked at the time. Yu-geon had to move to the shop soon.

“Go ahead. I’m done with everything. I’ll give you my number, so call me if anything weird happens or when you finish the schedule.”

I casually gestured to Yu-geon to hand me his phone. Yu-geon reluctantly handed me his phone, and I saved the temporary number I received and gave it back to him.

“What’s your number?”

“010-XXXX-XXXX, right?”

Yu-geon’s eyebrows twitched.

“Memorize the numbers of the people you’re close with. You never know what might happen.”

“Huh…”

He still looked doubtful, as if he couldn’t believe it.

I ignored Yu-geon’s reaction and put the laptop in my bag and got up from my seat.

As we left the conference room together, we ran into the employees and exchanged greetings on the spot. They nodded as if they understood when I said he was a trainee I brought for work.

But they asked me to be more careful with security as I left.

Yu-geon headed to the cafe under the building to join the road manager, and I walked to the opposite side to go back to the shelter.

“Hey, by the way.”

As I was about to walk to the bus stop, Yu-geon suddenly grabbed me and asked.

“What should I call you now? It feels weird to call you Ise or Ise hyung.”

“Im Hyunsung?”

“That’s too stiff. Hyunsung hyung is also weird.”

I was about to retort, but I realized that I looked like a nineteen-year-old.

“Then Hyunsung?”

I glared at Yu-geon with contempt. Yu-geon, who had been tense all along, burst into laughter and clutched his stomach.

“Ah, I’m going crazy. How can your face be so different but your expression be the same?”

It was obvious that we were the same person inside. I turned away, feeling like there was no point in arguing any further.

As I returned to the shelter, I felt strange trying to ignore the Offbeat ads and MVs that were everywhere on the street. They reminded me of the place that I could no longer belong to.

The slight thrill of confiding in someone about this unbelievable secret soon faded away. I still couldn’t tell the other members, the Climax members who had a stronger bond with me than Yu-geon. And I knew I would never be able to.

‘Well… let’s be satisfied with making one step forward.’

I entered the shelter’s sleeping room with a restless mind. There were more peers than yesterday, each occupying a bed.

None of them looked happy.

‘They must all have their own troubles and situations.’

They probably had secrets and worries that they couldn’t share with anyone else.

As I stared at the bed sheet with a troubled mind, I heard a sound from somewhere.

Gurgle-.

It was the sound of someone else’s stomach.