Filming for ten hours straight was exhausting for us, but I couldn’t help thinking about how tough it must be for our fans, too, having to stay in the stands all day.
Our fan manager began distributing the fan service lunchboxes.
The agency had initially planned to serve the exact same sandwich lunchbox as breakfast, but we barely managed to stop them. Instead, we pooled our own money and upgraded the menu to steak rice bowls.
“Wow… Seriously… If it weren’t for you…”
Ryu Jaehee, who had been the most outraged about the pre-regression rice burger fiasco, was also the most sensitive about this fan service meal.
It was a good thing I had remembered that incident and pushed back against the agency. Otherwise, our fans would have had to endure eating the same sandwich for both breakfast and lunch—an absolute disaster.
How could anyone survive on bread for two meals in a row? And not even different types of sandwiches—just the exact same one. If you’re Korean, at least one meal has to be a proper rice dish.
Honestly, it was just like our clueless agency to be so stingy with meals. This was still an improvement from the pre-regression days when they only handed out a single rice burger, but they still had no sense.
And if our fan service meal ended up being worse than KICKS’, imagine how much our Daydreams (our fandom) would feel the difference. One incompetent agency was enough—we couldn’t let KICKS outdo us, too.
“Daydreams, enjoy your meal! Eat slowly so you don’t get an upset stomach!”
“We’ll see you again soon!”
To let the fans eat in peace, we left the fan section and returned to our waiting room for our own meal.
Sneaking in a little comeback spoiler was just a bonus.
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Dream♥Daydream @revedream
Wow, they gave us breakfast.
The sandwich is actually tasty. Since when did ㅇ3 (our agency) have good sense with menu choices?
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Dream♥Daydream @revedream
REVE’s fan service lunchbox
After getting sandwiches for breakfast, I was bracing myself for a cheap convenience store bento or even just a rice burger for lunch, but the quality is amazing.
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UHamJ @krlllll
Tbh, isn’t this like the lightstick all over again? Did 2E meddle in this too? LOL
Fml, it’s not even funny.
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RevTV @revetv
Replying to @krlllll
The scary part is that, with ㅇ3 as our agency, it’s totally plausible.
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“What the hell, are we about to lose?”
I stopped mid-calculation while tallying the medals.
Thanks to a favorable team draw, we were still in first place despite messing up archery. But the team with the KICKS guys was right on our heels.
There was no way in hell we were letting them take the championship from us.
I counted the remaining events and used my item selection before the basketball match.
No matter how many events were left, the only one I could participate in was basketball.
I scrolled through the list of decent-looking items. They were all useful, but what did I need right now?
[Item 3. God of Sports]
Description: Maximizes stamina, athletic ability, and overall sports performance.
Restriction: One-time use, lasts for one day.
[You have selected the item ‘God of Sports.’]
It wasn’t doping, so there was nothing to feel guilty about. If anyone had a problem with it, they could go get their own system like mine.
Now, let’s see how much destruction I could unleash with my skills and item buffs combined.
I changed into my basketball uniform and did some light warm-ups.
The opposing team had a player who was 186 cm tall, but I had an item boost. I was confident in our victory.
Before the match, we lined up for the customary handshake with the opposing team.
Of course, my opponent was none other than KJ from Altair.
Seeing KJ smiling so innocently in front of me completely shattered my initial plan of taking it easy during prelims.
I shook his hand, making sure not to squeeze too hard.
The basketball soared into the air, signaling the start of the game.
I immediately jumped up and snatched the ball mid-air. My body felt lighter than usual, and my jumps were much higher.
I passed the ball to one of my teammates who actually had basketball experience. He took the shot, and the ball went cleanly into the hoop—a smooth two-pointer.
After scoring a few times, the other team started focusing their defense on me, blocking my path to the basket.
I couldn’t hold onto the ball forever, so I made a quick shot from mid-court. The ball arced beautifully and landed cleanly in the net.
“Nice shot!”
My teammates ran over to pat me on the back as I clenched my fist in triumph.
“Edeeeeen!”
Hearing the fans cheer, I grinned. Thanks to my shot, we had widened the score gap to six points.
The ball moved around the court before it landed back in my hands.
My defenders closed in again—perfect. I locked eyes with KJ, who was blocking my path.
Thud!
Our shoulders collided heavily, and KJ was forced back. Without missing a beat, I took my shot.
Another clean three-pointer from mid-court.
“Holy crap, from that distance?!”
“Eden, your sense of range is insane!”
A fellow idol on my team, who had grown quite familiar after a few passes, gave me a thumbs-up in admiration.
I bet I could even dunk today.
I recalled the time we were filming a music video, and I had tried to dunk but failed so miserably that I ended up sprawled on the court, listening to my members laugh at me.
Determined, I dribbled before passing the ball with a loud call to my teammate. Then, I sprinted toward the opponent’s hoop.
The defenders tried to keep up with me, but—too slow.
Catching the incoming pass, I leaped with all my might. The height I achieved was unreal—this item buff was seriously overpowered.
“Whoa, a dunk!!”
And just like that, I finally pulled off the dunk I had always wanted to land.
I let go of the rim and landed smoothly.
I exchanged high-fives with my teammates as hands reached out from all sides. Then, the final whistle blew, and my eyes instinctively flicked to the scoreboard.
Of course, we had won.
The basketball finals went the same way. Thanks to my performance, our team secured the championship.
Even the KICKS guy we defeated took his loss calmly and shook hands without complaint.
As the MVP of the basketball match, I was quickly surrounded by people.
My teammates, opposing players, and even other idols who had been watching all flocked over to talk to me.
Seo Yehyun’s appearance after finishing the archery match was similar. The only difference was that basketball ended in victory, while archery had been an early elimination.
I responded with a light smile and exchanged numbers. Since this industry was small, it was never a bad idea to build connections—as long as they weren’t with someone who would cause a huge scandal in the future.
As soon as I returned to my members with a gold medal proudly hanging around my neck, Kim Dobin handed me a towel to wipe my sweat.
Next to me, while I was opening a bottle of water and drinking it down refreshingly, Kim Dobin’s eyes sparkled as he spoke.
“Hyung, you were totally like Midorima Shintaro.”
What the hell is that, you otaku…? The words surged up to my throat, but I barely swallowed them down, considering my relationship with Chosimdo and the improvement of our rapport.
“And who’s that character from? Slam Dunk? But wasn’t Slam Dunk about Kang Baek-ho?”
“The left hand is just for support.” Even I knew that famous line.
I wanted to continue the conversation at the level of an otaku, but my attempt to match his perspective barely lasted a minute before Kim Dobin shook his head.
“Slam Dunk is too old-school, so I haven’t seen it. It’s Kuroko no Basket. There’s a player in that anime who shoots three-pointers from the edge of the court. That’s Midorima Shintaro, and your game style today was exactly like his, so he just popped into my mind.”
“Oh, uh, okay.”
I had no idea what he was talking about. How was this guy a fashion otaku? He was just a plain otaku.
Casually responding, I tousled Kim Dobin’s hair before spotting Cha Yeonho and striding toward him.
Cha Yeonho was comforting a visibly dejected KJ. As soon as he saw me, he practically shoved KJ toward another Altair member.
Wow, you’d think I was some rabid dog who had gone wild and torn KJ apart unilaterally.
“What do you want?”
“How about we take a friendly photo together, sunbae-nim?”
“Wow, since when were we friendly enough to take selfies together?”
At his sharp-edged sarcasm, I maintained a relaxed smile and responded smoothly.
“Thanks to a certain someone mentioning in their statement that we were close, I’ve been bombarded with annoying questions about our supposed friendship.”
For a moment, Cha Yeonho clenched his jaw, but he quickly put his mask-like smile back on.
“Unfortunately, I have to prepare for the relay race now.”
“Oh, come on, taking a picture doesn’t take an hour. It won’t even take a minute.”
“Then I’ll be going.”
As he turned away from me, I lowered my voice so only he could hear.
“Unless you don’t mind the full recording being leaked.”
Cha Yeonho abruptly turned his head, shooting me a sharp glare.
Wow, who knew that Kim Dobin’s joke about me blackmailing Cha Yeonho with a recording would actually come true? Well, here we are.
“All right, let’s take the picture. One, two…”
We took a ‘friendly’ selfie using his phone. As expected, iPhones took the best photos.
“Oh, you can post it on your SNS, sunbae-nim. I’ll just save and upload it from there, so no need to send it to me. I’m still a bit shy about personal contacts.”
The only response I got was a dry chuckle.
“Well, good luck with the relay race. Our maknae is competing, so I won’t be able to actively cheer for you.”
“I never expected Yoon Eden’s support in the first place.”
“Man, someone’s really twisted.”
Clicking my tongue as if talking to myself, I walked away while Cha Yeonho ground his teeth and left.
I went to the relay race area and squeezed in with my members to cheer for our maknae, Ryu Jaehee, who was the last runner in the relay.
An idol two lanes away from Jaehee tripped, dragging down another idol in the process. The one who got entangled sat on the track, clutching their ankle—seemed like a bad sprain.
Thankfully, Jaehee didn’t trip and kept running until he crossed the finish line. But seeing the injured idol being carried out, his expression was a mix of relief and concern.
Cha Yeonho, also a final runner, had a similar look—though it felt slightly different from Jaehee’s.
“Wow, I was originally in that lane, so I would’ve been fine. But sunbae-nim had switched to that lane. He must’ve been freaked out.”
Jaehee rambled, but I let his words go in one ear and out the other.
In the end, the overall winner of the Idol Sports Championship was the team that REVE was in. With two gold medals, REVE had contributed significantly to the victory.
A senior idol from a more experienced group went up to accept the team’s medals and awards.
“At least we wrapped things up without any major injuries.”
I rubbed my tired eyes after just one match and let out a sigh of relief.
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