Idol of the Heavenly One - vanish into fiction

Metal detector checks were conducted every time, whether at fan signs or elsewhere. I had even heard rumors that fans of other idol groups criticized us for being excessive. Nevertheless, the metal detector inspections were always carried out. However, that became the blind spot.

Who would have thought she would attach it to the album CD section? Having attended so many fan signs before, no one considered checking the CDs. They only inspected the clothes being worn. Security likely only watched people trying to take something out of their pockets. So no one expected someone to boldly attach a weapon to the album and hold it up.

I had simply thought the large album size would allow fans to see us better, but I regretted that it was misused in this way.

The woman tore off the tape securing the knife and raised her arm high. My body reacted instinctively, blocking Baek Jae-heon, and immediately the impact hit my chest. It felt like a strong collision. At first, I did not think I had been stabbed.

But my chest rapidly grew hot, and my vision slowed as if in slow motion. Blood spattered on the woman’s face, and security quickly restrained her. Watching this, I realized how close Baek Jae-heon had come to serious harm. Since I was standing, I was safe, but if he had been seated, his head or neck could have been pierced. She was truly terrifying.

My vision shifted beyond the fans, the ceiling, and Baek Jae-heon’s face. His expression was twisted in shock. Seeing that, I had a thought.

Perhaps I was reborn for Baek Jae-heon. After he had repeatedly faced death, now I had come to meet him, so death could be avoided. Maybe that was why I was born as Ji Myeong-hyeon at this moment.

If that was the case, it was wonderful. It would have been even better if I could also avoid death, but even if I could not, it was fine. Losing the chance to see loved ones is sad, but those were things I originally did not have. I had just been given one more chance, so it was really okay.

In my previous life, I had not felt this way when dying, but now countless thoughts passed through me. Ah, is this what they call a life-flashing moment?

Ah, I did not want to close my eyes. Baek Jae-heon’s twisted face, but I still wanted to look a little more. Exhaustion was overwhelming. I decided I needed to sleep.

When I opened my eyes, I was in a familiar space.

No, familiarity did not suffice. This was the white space I first saw when I died.

However, it was slightly different from before.

Before, it had been a blindingly white space, but now it seemed as if someone had turned off the lights, and it was dim.

A small light flickered in the distance. It was a candle. I approached it.

Next to the candle was Hong Gil-dong, typing at a laptop. He looked exactly the same as before. Gray suit, expressionless. Did he have glasses then too? Even as I approached, his hands moved busily without pause.

“Um… I’m not dead, right?”

I asked, letting my presence be known. The voice echoed more vividly than expected in the space, making me think, maybe some furniture should be here.

At the same time, I clearly felt I was not dead. The first time I had arrived here, I thought, “Ah, this is heaven,” but this time was different.

This was not the end of death, but an intermediate circuit somewhere.

“Yes. You are not.”

Hong Gil-dong answered without stopping his busy hands, like someone working late. I exhaled a short sigh of relief.

“Then… why am I here?”

Finally, he lifted his head, and his gaze behind the lenses locked directly onto me.