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Idol Danshi 2nd Chapter: The School is the Worst place to find Potential idols, Maybe

He didn't even need Kou to point out Park Min-jun, he already stood out in the middle of the crowd of people that surrounded him. Well, standing out would be a wrong expression; hoards of squealing girls and hollering boys clapping his back practically swallowed him. Nonetheless, the looks that made him so popular shown vibrantly amongst the crowd. Luscious, wheat-coloured hair cascaded down his shoulders in a loose ponytail, his gym attire altered to look fashionable with a v-neck collar and short shorts. When he stretched, his clothes rode up to show off flawless skin.Hachi sighed in the back of his mind. So he was one of those types of people. Stunning, flawless looks and hung around many people, loved by all. Perfect. Sure, that was the ideal idol, but see, Hachi was not an ideal idol, nor would ever become one. Those types seemed like a faraway, foreign alien species to him that he never wanted contact with. Well, he'd give it to Kou for the effort. Still, his overall aura demanded that people around him be captivated by him, an infinite charm that Hachi resolved was worth getting into his group in that day.

"I have this period with 1-D, so I'll be going now." Kou waved farewell to him and ran off towards a boy with violet highlights in his hair. The gym teacher entered the hall accompanied by students pushing... Were those gymnastic mats?

"Mornin' class. Today we're continuing with last week's gymnastics class. So find your partners from last week and grab a mat." Everyone began shuffling around to their partners, chatting loudly, Before he knew it he was left standing alone.

Along with Park Min-jun, whose eyes were darting around frantically searching for a nonexistent partner and looking unnerved by the situation. It wasn't before long that the teacher realised that too."Min-jun, Hachi," she said, pointing to each of them. "Both of you weren't here last week, so pair up with each other." Min-jun swung towards where the teacher pointed at Hachi and stared at him. His mildly confused expression gave away that he had not been aware of the other's existence until then.

Hachi decided to take the initiative to walk over to him with a mat.

"I've never seen you before" Min-jun's eyes swept up and down his body and gave him one of those judging looks that Hachi thought only scrutinising aunts were capable of making. He shot him a pointed look.

"I haven't been to school in a while. I got retained a year." Hachi replied coolly, laying out the mat. He was way too used to this kind of questions by nosy relatives.

"So your brains are as scrambled as how you look," His eyebrows rose and his lips twisted into a condescending sneer.

"I know, and I don't care," Hachi said with a sigh. Min-jun still hadn't dropped that look that honestly ruined the otherwise attractiveness of his face.

"Well, I don't talk to slobbish people," Min-jun said, laying down on the mat. Hachi sighed internally. Why did someone who possessed so much potential have to be so troublesome?

"Aren't you already talking to me now? Besides, I don't care." Min-jun blanched at Hachi's retort and glared at him.

"Just to let you know, PE is my strong subject. Don't get in my way" Min-jun finally managed to sputter out after a few moments of Hachi smirking silently at him.

"We'll see."

Their conversation that only furthered Hachi's internal resolution that Min-jun was really a popular stuck-up queen was interrupted by the teacher yelling instructions about the class. Apparently, they had to hit a certain number of sit-ups as fast as they could, and the increasing range of numbers were ranked from the highest A to the lowest D.

Min-jun was already crawling onto the mat before the teacher finished the instructions. "Hurry up." He snapped at Hachi, laying down.

Hachi put his knees on his shoes and shortly after that, the teacher started the timer. Immediately there was an immense resistance against his knees as Min-jun powered through his sit-ups.

The mental counter in his head sped along until even though they were only one minute into the exercise he was almost done. Some of the negative energy in Hachi's mind faded. He had to give it to Min-jun, he was indeed very strong. He had never felt such intense strength and Min-jun's steely expression didn't seem to be fading. At least that's what he thought.

Was it just his imagination or was the pressure on his knees decreasing? Drips of sweat forming on the sides of Min-jun's face and his breathing became more laboured. His movements had become slower and his face had deepened into a red flush.

"Dude, are you okay?" Hachi questioned after Min-jun let out a worrisome cough.

"I'm fine!" He snapped back, clearly not fine as he could barely get up from the ground. "Only a few more to go," Hachi encouraged, and Min-jun tried to continue, but failed. He laid back and panted heavily, all energy seemingly spent.

Aha, so stamina was the all pristine ruler's weakness.

Around them, classmates were almost starting to finish up. Min-jun's eyes darted around worryingly and tried to pull himself up.

"You don't have to do so many you know," Hachi said as Min-jun tried once again in vain to get up. "Shut up. Someone like you won't understand." He said the last few words in between pants as he finally managed to pull himself to do one more. Wow, so turns out he wants to save his face. Still, it was obvious did not have any power left in him to get through the last few at this rate. His pupils were dilating, his eyes unconsciously closing. Hair once glossy stuck to his face and shoulders from sweat. His breath was falling short, and thinking quickly, Hachi made a decision.

"Teach! Min-jun is done! Grade A!"

Min-jun looked at him with his eyes wide in surprise, but the other students didn't notice anything off and instead oohed and aahed at his fast completion. Even the teacher didn't seem surprised and just nodded in comprehension.Coughing heavily, he hesitated at Hachi's outreached hand, but Hachi didn't wait for a response and pulled him up.

"What was that about?" Min-jun inquired. Min-jun stared him incredulously, mouth agape like a fish.

"Let's make a bet. If I beat you in these sit-ups, I win some of your time and you have to listen to me." Min-jun looked skeptical, but with a huff, he said, "Fine! You have a deal. As if you can."Hachi smirked the first time in a long while.

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The results didn't even need to announced.

Hachi nearly burst out laughing at the sight of Min-jun's indignant face. Red had coated his cheeks and made them look puffed up, and he looked like he was about to explode any moment. Without saying a word, he grabbed Hachi's phone and took out his own, and when Hachi got it back, it had a new contact saved into it as well as a note.

Hachi blinked, surprised at what it read.

"Meet me at the Okatani at 3 pm this Saturday." Attached to the text was a link to the location of this place, yet Hachi had no idea where that was. The directory described the place to be a traditional tea house that also functioned as an inn.

"The Hill Valley?" Curiously, the name Okatani was formed by the Japanese kanji for those two characteristics, 岡谷. Why on earth such a contrasting name?

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Hachi now knew exactly how the Okatani got its name now, unfortunately.

The Okatani was situated in a valley hollowed out from a singular hill. That meant no access from the ground, and overgrown grass covered the slopes that surrounded it. In the middle was a dusty street with small old shops, and at the corner was a little tea house with a large cloth banner in front with the characters "岡谷". Behind it stood the tallest building on the street which was the three-storey inn that the inn was attached to.

Annoyingly, it took him forever to climb the hill and by the time he made it to the little inn, it was already 3. Maybe later. He had been climbing so long, his mind had lost the concept of time. His legs ached, and so for what seemed the hundredth time since he started climbing, under his breath, he cursed Min-jun and his ridiculous taste in out of the way places.

Pushing past the cloth banner and the glass door behind it, he entered the quaint little structure, the fragrant aroma of tea wafting to his nose, and for a while, it calmed just a little bit of his spirit. Bamboo made up the interior walls and the warmness in contrast with the cold winter outside formed the cosiest atmosphere. Smoke from the contact of hot steam and cold air curled around. The smell of something delicious cooking instantly created a hunger that had not been present moments before.

"You're late," Min-jun rose from the waiting bench dressed up in a disgustingly pretentious heavy traditional light blue robe. He had the absolutely most infuriating smug smirk poorly hidden behind his raised sleeve, his voice laced with condescension.  That prompted the start of Hachi's habit to be at least half an hour early to every appointment."Ah! Young master Park! I see your guest has arrived!" A cheery voice sounded from the kitchen, and a waiter in his mid-twenties popped up clutching a menu. Turning to Hachi, he continued, "My name is Chouna Sawahara, and I'm the son of the owner of this tea house and inn. Park here is a welcomed guest of this establishment, and this privilege extends to you too. This way, the two of you!" He guided the two of them towards the main room.

Groups of elderly and families packed the main room enjoying tea and a large variety of colourful tasty looking treats. Tatami mats covered the floor and the customers sat on cushions on the floor before low coffee tables. Along the way, they shouted orders at Chouna for orders of second helpings, third helpings, some even fourth, and Chouna replied them all. Hachi had to admire waiters and their extensive memory.

Chouna eventually led them into a private room right at the back that opened using a paper sliding door. The interior of this room, much unlike the humble appearance of the main hall, was decorated with artsy paintings, skilful sculptures, and banners of beautiful calligraphy. Luxurious velvet cushions were laid out on the floor before a large table meant to hold plentiful food. A fancy chandelier hung from the ceiling, illuminating the room below.

Min-jun, looking utterly unfazed by the spectacular display as if it were no more than a daily occurrence, took a seat in a pile of cushions on one end, the thick heavy layers of his sky blue robe fanning out beneath him like a flower. Hachi not as gracefully settled himself into the other pile.

"Well then, Chouna, I'll trust for you to bring me the usual"

"Right away sir," with that, Chouna disappeared into another door that seemingly led to the kitchen.

They sat in silence for a moment. Min-jun seemed pleased for the first time ever and did not look like he would appreciate being interrupted in the cozy atmosphere.

"So…about what we wanted to talk about…" Hachi broke the silence.

"Shh. It's going to start soon." Min-jun held out a hand to silence him. Hachi was about to retort what in the world he was talking about when it happened.

The sweetest melodious singing poured from the kitchen. Much like an enhanced version of the calming effect that the Okatani had, Hachi felt all the worries and tension he didn't even know he had leave his body. Hachi recognised the tune to be a traditional folk song, but the sound was so beautiful the scratchy voice of the original elderly male singer sounded worlds apart.

The two didn't even realise when the singing stopped and the door slid open, too immersed in the after-effects of the music. Out came a server carrying a platter of pots, cups and tea leaves, face covered by a veil.

Wordlessly, the platter was set before them on the table. The tea server gave them a hint of a warm smile under the veil and begun the tea ceremony.

Hachi wasn't very familiar with the upper-class posh tea ceremony, tea so far had been something gulped down after a tiring midnight practice session, but apparently, the crockery had to be arranged in a certain pretentious manner or the ceremony would be ruined. The tea server did what should have been a mediocre task with extreme importance, gingerly performing each task with utmost focus.

At last, when everything had been prepared, steaming cups of tea were placed before each of them and the tea server bowed out of the room.

Hachi took the cup with both hands and took a sip. Steam wafted into his face and it seemed like all was at peace. There was definitely something he was disregarding…

"Right, about what I wanted to tell you today…" Hachi looked up from his tea.

"Yeah?" Min-jun looked mildly annoyed now that the topic for discussion had been brought to the table.

Hachi explained his plans to him, and Min-jun's face cringed, his face twisting into rather interesting formations of expressions.

“Oh my... Sorry, but no way. I’m way too expensive to do something of that nature. You’ve got to try harder than that,” Min-jun popped a powdered mochi into his mouth.

“But...” His looks were perfect. Where else was Hachi going to find someone like that? And his body was conditioned to do exercise pretty well.

"Let me make myself clear. I am not at all interested in what you are suggesting, I never will, and to think you even considered I would do so is a magnificent error of judgment on your part. I will never associate with someone who gets involved in such immorality and self-centredness!"

There were sudden loud footsteps and Min-jun took a breather from his rant. "Ah, that must be the food," he said, sitting back on his fort of cushions. Right on cue, both doors burst open. Standing at the door to the kitchen was indeed the server with a platter of hot steaming food. However, at the other door was an uninvited guest, whom Hachi knew was not wanted precisely because he looked like the exact example of someone who lacked basic values and acted on his own selfish wants.

The male was a gross pig of a man all appearances considered. A lit cigar stuck out of the corner of the corner of his mouth, the smoke it emitted stinking its way to Hachi's nose. His face was red and sweating profusely, much like a melting tomato. His pudgy body was squashed into a suit obviously too small for him, squeezing his stomach like a cage with an expanding balloon inside it. With the cigar still inside his mouth, his face contorted with anger, he bellowed,

"Park Min-jun! I've been looking for you!"

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idoldanshi · 8 years ago

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IDOL DANSHI Chapter 1: I Need A New Band

The sun was shining, the birds were chirping, it seemed like the setting of a beautiful story that Hachi Tanamura was utterly not a part of.

"WHYYYY" He unleashed all his rage into that one word, scaring the nearby birds.

The memory from that very morning of him signing papers stating his departure from Star Entertainment weighed down hard in his mind. Years of training relentlessly, managers yelling at him every time he remotely did something they hadn't told him to do. All that had finally came to an end. All just because that they told him that he did not "sufficient charm to fit the image of Star Ent."

At that thought, he let out a small laugh. There was a good reason certain entertainment agencies had fans of their own. All their acts behaved and performed with the same essence.

Star Entertainment had drilled their motto into his head through their trainers: Be a hero, a model of perfection, someone everybody will unconditionally support and look up to.

Even if fans were to see the product of all his hard work, what would they actually be cheering for, his stage persona Rok, or the machine produced by Star Entertainment.

Staring at the muddy water, the first current of freedom for the first time in 7 years churned up in him. It turned and twisted out all the built up angst especially from the past year, and for the first time, he felt like at last he could jump off a bridge like he always mentioned whenever something negative happened.

With a last fleeting moment of insanity, he launched himself off the edge in a graceful dive, hoping to end his burning suffering. Almost instantly he tasted the most disgusting concoction of weeds, fish waste, plastic bags, mud, rocks and who knows what else. Spluttering, he resurfaced from the water, frantically trying to scrub the horrible taste from his mouth and pull the weeds out of his head.

Okay, maybe that wasn't such a good idea after all.

Ducks squawked noisily at him at the disturbance from the otherwise silent park. Thankfully, no one had seen him because no one in their right mind hanged out in the park on a weekday afternoon. Hachi dragged himself to a nearby bench, His jeans were beginning to dry out, but the stickiness from the mud caked to his legs remained. Spotting a nearby vending machine, he picked through his wallet for a few coins and inserted them in, pressing the buttons and mood slightly improving at the thought of a drink. Yet the vending machine added itself to the list of things going wrong with his day and refused to spit out the drink. Sighing, he collapsed onto a bench.

Fine, maybe this was an opportunity, a sign of fate. He would find his own group members to compensate for his "lack of charm". Good riddance to Star Entertainment, he was going to prove them and their dumb motto wrong. He was going to form his own idol group. One that contrasted everything Star Entertainment believed in. A free-spirited group, that tempted fans into following, that absolutely no one would be able to resist.

Oh, but first. An unpleasant thought came into his mind. Previously, ever since he joined the agency when he was 12, Hachi had been living in Star Ent's dormitories for trainees. Now he was already 19, and he wasn't close to his family so you could imagine how long it had been since he went home. After trudging through the long, winding and dusty roads, he arrived at an old apartment block where vandalism covered the walls. Stray cats turned over empty dustbins. After climbing up creaking stairs past the lift that stopped functioning decades ago, and walking past silent houses supposed to reside at best questionably alive human life forms, at worst meeting points for crime, he stood in front of the old and rusty door to the 5 room apartment that housed the Tanamura family.

Reluctantly, he fished out the keys to the house from the bottom of his bag and turned the lock. His nose was met with the old, disgusting stench the house permanently smelt of as if the previous inhabitants had spent a lifetime as butchers and kept the carcasses in here. He wrinkled his nose. The peeling paint from before he was born hadn't been repaired despite his father repeatedly saying that he would once he got the money. The ceiling was low and threatened to collapse any moment, and was even more of a problem since he had grown from when he last stepped into this house

An exhausted looking woman wearing a dirty apron and a messy ponytail stepped out of the kitchen. She had the fed up appearance as if she had spent all her days at school, then forced to abandon all her efforts to support her too large family. It was a well-deserved expression because she had done so. Her eyes, almost obscured by her heavy eye bags, widened at the sight of the boy before her.

"Hachi! You're back! Its been so long! Why are you here?" exclaimed Hachi's older sister, Nana, his seventh sibling and two years older than him at 21 years. Before Hachi left the house, she had always been the one who took care of the house the most, and it looked like that role hadn't changed.

"I left the agency," Hachi said before dropping his bag and walking towards the bedrooms.

"You what? Why?" Hachi could hear the genuine concern in her voice, albeit forced. Nana interacted with everyone in the family most, so her compassion was the most in this cold house, but he could also sense from the falling of her face and the tense smile she wore the disappointment that she would have another mouth to feed. The agency, while ruthless in most ways, provided its trainees with basic necessities, and though it was minimal, it that had removed a huge burden off the family's back.

Hachi gave her a mumbled response under his breath and headed to the balcony that was previously converted to be his bedroom.

However, what greeted him when he creaked open the door was a dark and dusty room, devoid of the previous sunlight by the large curtains that blocked it all out, where piles of trash occupied most of the space. A hunched over figure sat in front of a glowing monitor, the only source of light in the room, tapping away and mumbling into the headset he was wearing. The zombie-like figure was his older fourth brother, Shiro, a shut-in gamer.

At the sudden exposure to light, he screeched like a vampire and turned around angrily.

"What the... Hachi?" Abruptly, he turned back to the computer and frantically clicked, muttering something into his headset that sounded like, "that was just my idiot younger brother…yeah… I have a lot of brothers" Turning back around, he yelled at Hachi a loud and quick "Get out!" before permanently directing his focus back on his game. Hachi, in shock, closed the door.

Nana laughed at his expression. Sighing, she returned to the cleaning she was doing in the kitchen. "I know you won't tell me anything, so I won't ask anymore questions. Just go get ready, Gou should be home with dinner soon."

As if on cue, he heard loud clanging of keys as the front door opened, and his fifth sibling, as well as older sister, stepped in, carrying in her hands bags of take-out food. She had curling hair hanging messily around her face, as she slipped off her shoes and dumped the bags onto the dining table. "Yo. What's my baby brother doing back at good ol' home?" She eyed him with suspicion. Granted, she was the one who literally brought the bread home.

Nana signed for what seemed like the millionth time, and responded, "He quit the agency." For a few seconds, Gou's expression contorted but eventually relaxed as she said, "Well, about time. He could use getting a proper part-time job and attending school properly." She strode off to the bedroom she shared with Nana, her necklaces and multiple earrings clanging against each other, as she went to get changed.

Hachi had more than enough with dealing with questions, but as parents are, they never appear at a convenient time, and when they finally came home from their second job they bombarded him with questions.

Thankfully, Nana giving them a quick explanation of what had happened to Hachi, and he didn't need to talk much.

A tall sharp man wearing glasses emerged from one of the larger bedrooms. He took his seat at the head of the table, and without even saying a word of thanks or waiting for the others, began eating his share of food.

"Ah, Jun dear, how's the food today?"

His mother asked as she hurried to refill his rapidly emptying bowl

Junichi paused only short enough to wipe his mouth.

"Absolutely terrible. Which store did Gou buy this from?" The aforementioned girl strode out of her room at the sound of that remark.

"Oi, what did you say?" She jabbed a finger at Jun's chest and screamed. "Do you know how long I had to wait to get this food?" She and Junichi began a heated argument, with Gou throwing insults that Junichi only stayed in his room all day working and that he did not deserve to complain, and him retorting that it was only because he was working that she could use so much water for her shampoo scrubs. Meanwhile, Nana placed a bowl of food at the door to Shiro's room for him to eat when he got too hungry. Hachi's father begun ranting about work, still keeping up the same talk that he had been saying before Hachi had left for Star Ent. that he would show his bosses what he was made of when he got a raise. With the seven-year gap since Hachi had last seen all of them, he couldn't help but start thinking about his family.

Junichi was their parents' first son, whom they paid the most care and attention to because of his academic excellence. Subsequently, he became a lawyer who worked from home. His only obvious role in the family seemed to be the haughty complainer, though in fact they needed his salary to support the utilities bill and rent.

Kenji, second born, due to their attention on Junichi, he was constantly neglected and when he got the money, he moved out of the house and never came back. The third son, Saburo, was nothing too outstanding, became an insurance agent, and went off to the economic hub Winstown to work. Shiro, the fourth son, had been closer to Kenji and Saburo, and after they moved out he became a recluse that refused to interact with anyone in the family and do nothing except play games all day

Gou is the fifth eldest and Hachi's elder sister. At this point, his parents got lazy with names and just named her number 5, as if she were part of a litter of puppies. It also symbolised a slight change in the family's dynamic. She became one of the major supporters of the financial situation of the family. She juggled working as a part-time bartender at night and studying fashion design at college during the day. She was mostly responsible for buying meals for the family in between and her college tuition used up her .

Roku is the sixth sibling and fifth son. Well, was, he had passed away for a few years now. Roku had inspired Hachi to pursue his dreams of becoming an idol. With his fervent love for music and energetic spirit, Roku was Hachi's favourite sibling and the most like an older brother to him. Unfortunately, around the time Hachi was 15 and Roku was 18, Kenji and Saburo had just graduated college and moved out. Gou had yet to find a job, and Shiro had fallen into a depressive state, locking himself in his room and refusing to do anything but game. His parents had expected Roku to get a job to aid the family, and when he announced that he wanted to pursue music, their parents blew up. It led to a series of quarrels until one stormy night, when everyone was asleep and anything out of the ordinary the thunder would have obscured, Roku ran out of the house with his belongings. He never returned home, and when the police went to search for him they found stains of blood with shreds of his bag in a dark alley, evidence pointing that mugging had taken place. The police had said that with that stormy night, it was highly likely that the murderers had dumped his body into a nearby channel and let it wash away. Since the family didn't have money to press for an investigation, they accepted his death instead. Still, Hachi could feel his spirit moving inside him every time he sang, and he even got his stage name inspired by him: Rok. He still remembered convincing his managers to use that name, claiming it to be a play on the phrase "Rock your heart" but removing the 'c' because of copyright. The managers had allowed it, not knowing the truth.

Nana was the seventh and younger daughter. Everyone thought that she was going to be the last child. Being the same age as Roku she felt the greatest responsibility after his death and took care of Hachi the most. She took on the role of taking care of the household, and never went to college or look for a job.

Hachi was the youngest child of this family. Feeling guilty over Roku's death, his parents had allowed him to join Star Entertainment after he passed their audition to become an idol. Well, he didn't know what they would think now. After all, he was 19 and was able to sign the papers terminating the contract on his own. Yeah, he was 19 but still in high school. He had concentrated on his idol work so much that he practically ignored his studies. He didn't even know the last time he went to school. As a result, he was spending this year as a retainee.

As everyone finished eating, Nana began clearing up and Junichi burrowed back into his room, while Gou grabbed her things for her night time job. Hachi wrenched the spare blankets and pillows stored under the coffee table in the living room, from the time when Roku used to be around and slept on the couch. He began making his makeshift bed when Nana came back and sat down on the couch next to him. Looking at him, her face melted into one of tenderness.

"So what are you going to do now that you don't have training?" Nana asked. Hachi shrugged in response. Idol training had been his main focus the past few years of his life. Maybe he could practise some of the dances he learnt?

"I think you should return to school." Hachi gave her a pointed look in response. Nana laughed and said, "Don't give me that. I know you haven't been attending school for a long while. The teachers do need to contact someone. I've been letting you off since you were busy but... maybe now is the time you try to get back to normal? Who knows, you could make some new friends!" With that, she left the table, leaving Hachi to his own thoughts.

As Hachi lay in bed, he contemplated what Nana had said. He wasn't that heavily against going to school, it was just that he would much rather be practising. Still, it couldn't hurt to try. Suddenly, he sat up as a new idea burst into his head. He would find his new group members at school. An exhilarating thrum of energy flowed through his veins, and he spent the last of his waking moments that night thinking about the realm of possible new candidates his school held.

As a matter of fact, Hachi would discover that the school was, in fact, the most shallow realm of possibilities he had ever been in. Being an idol trainee meant that everything was a chance to impress and everyone was desperate to grasp for even scraps of work.

Well, not in this school. Already, he could feel his school uniform suffocating him, completely unlike the loose work-out attire he was used to wearing for dance lessons. Loosening his tie, he attempted to remember where his classroom was supposed to be. Was there even anyone who he knew here?

"Hey Hachi, recognise me?"

Ah, wait. There was one. Tilting down his head, he saw the short stature of the only person he could consider a friend here in this school. He only knew him from the few days he stepped into school to take the compulsory exams, and Kou happened to be sitting next to him and helped him figure out what in the world was an OAS sheet. During roll call, he found out that he was Kousei Sato, or Kou. Hachi gave a nod of greeting.

"If you're looking for the classroom, its right behind you." Hachi turned around and saw the class plate that he long had been searching for: "3-D". Gratefully, he thanked Kou, who shook off the compliments and followed him into class.

"So, what brings you back at school?" Kou settled into a seat near the windows and Hachi picked a seat behind him.

"Mmm, I quit the agency." He replied. Kou raised an eyebrow in a questioning stare, but when Hachi didn't give any more details, he dropped the look. It was not common knowledge among the student population that he was an idol trainee, what with him being quite the silent type, but Hachi had given Kou a few details on his frequent disappearance during the exam lunch breaks. In return, he also knew a few details about Kou. He had transferred here from a foreign country where the syllabus was ahead of that of Van Gloss, and as a result, had a mixture of classes across various levels.

"Say, do you happen to know anyone here who is idol material?" Hachi inquired. Kou gave him a look telling him to go on. "Just curious. I don't know anyone around here and I've only been around people who want to be idols." Kou held a thoughtful expression for a while, before replying.

"Hmm, how should I say this. There aren't many people who like music here or entertainment in general, but I do know that there's a guy from class 3-A whom you might find interest in. He is very good looking. Girls love him." Hachi whistled under his breath. "Perfect. What's his name?"

"Park Min-jun. Heir to the fortune empire Park Cooperations, absolutely swimming in money. Here's the thing," Kou leaned forward as if telling a secret. "He is super cold and always scheming. If you do plan on scouting him, prepare for retaliation."

Just then, the teacher walked into class, and Kou turned back around, leaving Hachi in a whirlwind of thoughts on attempting to keep up with his new class as well as the new mysterious potential cadet. He did sound suspicious, but honestly, Hachi didn't care. Gritting his teeth, he recalled his memories from Star Entertainment. He'd put together the best team for revenge no matter what it took.

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