The Trashy PD Has To Survive as an Idol - Chapter 386

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386

Bang!

“Hey, hey, hey—did you see the Homeroom Teacher’s hairstyle today? He put wax in it!!”
“Yeah, it’s hilarious. Is that a formal suit? Is he seriously going on a blind date or something? Someone ask him already.”

At that moment, Bloy’s attention snapped toward a classmate who burst through the front door with a loud commotion. After confirming it was nothing significant, I turned my gaze back to the parking lot—but the van was nowhere to be seen. A vague unease settled over me, though I dismissed it as nothing and began preparing for class instead.
With the morning assembly came the mandatory phone collection, and first period began shortly after. After enduring countless stretches of tedium and fighting off sleep several times, I found myself staring down fourth period.

“Hey, are we moving classrooms for Art again today?”
“Yeah, to the Art Room. Apparently there’s a special lecture.”
“A special art lecture at this time of year? Since when did our school become so cultured?”
“Ah, who knows. The instructor is probably some relative of the Director or something.”

Students clustered and dispersed according to their elective courses.
Bloy moved with a leisurely gait, yawning repeatedly. Since it didn’t seem like it would significantly impact my grades anyway, I settled into the back seat and opened a math workbook I’d brought along. That’s when a Joo Woo-sung photo card from the ‘Get Over’ era tumbled out.
The night before, I’d tried to convince myself to focus on studying, but my concentration had been hopeless, so I’d reorganized the photo cards. Apparently this one had slipped in among them.

“Whoa, what’s this? Kang Hye-jin, you even have Joo Woo-sung’s debut photo card?”
“Pretty cool, right?”
“That’s insanely rare. How much is it worth?”

I laughed as I answered that it wasn’t particularly expensive, but back then—when I was just a little elementary school kid—I’d scraped together every last bit of my Lunar New Year money and allowance to buy it.
Next, my friend with the silver glasses pulled a card holder from her pocket.

“Tada! When someone shows theirs, it’s only proper that I reveal mine too.”

It was a Seo Ho-yoon photo card from the ‘Second Chance’ era, valued at Gangnam Banpo-level rarity.

“No way!!!!”
“Oh my god!!”
“Wait, you didn’t have this before! How did you get it?!”

Usually, when someone else had taken the photo, it was worth less than a selfie-style card, but Seo Ho-yoon’s photo from that era remained so rare and sought-after that finding a source to purchase one was nearly impossible even now.

“—Well, I basically begged my mom for this, signed away my soul, and got this card with my entire life as collateral!”

The moment my friend’s voice swelled with pride,

“Hmm. Your entire life might be a bit much….”

A strange whisper drifted from behind the Art Room. Every eye in the classroom snapped toward the sound.

“Seo Ho-yoon needs to guarantee things….”
“Guarantee, guarantee!”

Kang Yi-chae and Jung Da-jun, who had quietly slipped in through the back door, were now crouching beside Seo Ho-yoon and lodging their protests. All three wore nothing but white shirts and dark navy slacks despite the bitter cold.
Seeing the class frozen in shock, unable to react, Seo Ho-yoon’s lips curled into a smirk.

“…So, should we take a photo together?”

The moment those words left his mouth, a scream so loud it could shake the school erupted.

“Insane! Insane!”
“Hurry up and slap my cheek, go ahead.”

A high school packed exclusively with boys, especially hormone-fueled teenagers, was already a jungle—but throw in a trending idol on top of that, and it became absolute chaos. Even Bloy nearly got swept up in the frenzy for a moment.
Kim Sung-hyun and Sung Ji-won appeared at the front entrance. Seo Ho-yoon led the way, while Kang Yi-chae and Jung Da-jun followed, passing through the central hallway to line up beside the other members.

“Rising Dawn, The Dun here! The school bell goes ding-dong-dong! Now, shall we enjoy ourselves?!”

So that’s why there was an unfamiliar van in the parking lot!
Hearing the program’s signature catchphrase—”The school bell goes ding-dong-dong!”—what K-pop fans called “School Bell Ding,” it felt like someone had struck the back of my head hard.
It was a broadcast where idols secretly visited pre-registered schools to create memories for the students.
A few students who had lied that morning and hadn’t submitted their phones quickly pulled them out to film. Naturally, the Teacher standing beside The Dun looked thoroughly displeased.

“Ahhhhh!”

Of course, no one cared.
It seemed they were randomly selecting one class to film a small segment before performing on the main stage in the school auditorium for the entire student body.

“Hyun-sungggg!”
“So handsome!!”

At that moment, thinking she couldn’t miss this opportunity—even better than a fan signing event—her friend, the one wearing silver glasses, Noel, suddenly jumped to her feet and shouted.

“Oppa, Ho-yoon Oppa! I’m a first-generation Noeul fan, but could you solve just one math problem for me?!”
“Oh, I don’t know things like that.”
“Please, just once! Okay?”

Since when did you care about math…?
But I clamped my mouth shut for the sake of my friend’s dignity.
Seo Ho-yoon, wearing an awkward smile, raised his index finger and gazed at his pleading friend for a moment before slowly approaching.

“…Well, try substituting 1 for x here. Then b is derived as 0—…”

Seo Ho-yoon glanced at the book his friend pointed to and solved it in an instant, immediately launching into an explanation.
My friend, whose obvious intention was simply to admire Seo Ho-yoon’s handsome face up close for a long time, looked flustered at first, but then seemed to grasp something and became absorbed in the explanation.

“Ooh…”
“You get it?”

‘…What? Why does he seem like a private tutor?’

And suddenly the atmosphere shifted into study mode.

“Well, this word needs to be expressed with a long vowel, so we need a ‘u’ at the end, which means this option isn’t correct…”

Sung Ji-won interpreted Japanese passages, or Kang Yi-chae solved difficult English texts.
Kim Sung-hyun tried to help too, but rather than presenting problems, everyone threw mischievous or absurd questions at him, turning his ears bright red, and Jung Da-jun also eagerly told them to ask him anything, but after receiving one question, he said “I’m sorry, I’m an idol…” and quietly shrank back among the members.

“Alright, the bell will ring soon. Let’s hand out the gifts before then and move quickly.”

A Broadcasting Staff member checked his watch and shouted. At that, The Dun Members promptly finished what they were doing, divided into groups of two and three, and began distributing hand warmers and candy.

‘…They are good-looking.’

Bloy himself had actually never seen celebrities in person, let alone Black Call, so as they drew closer, his heart raced wildly.

“Hello. Would you like a hand warmer?”

Sung Ji-won, who had reached right in front of me, smiled brightly and spoke.

“No.”

Yet a firm refusal flowed from Bloy’s lips.
In that same moment, she realized something about herself—whenever she was too surprised, her expression grew serious.

“Oh, are you sure? It’s been incredibly cold outside today.”

Sung Ji-won’s eyebrows drew together with concern, then relaxed just as quickly, and he offered an alternative suggestion with a gentle smile.

“Well then, do you like candy? Seo Ho-yoon and Hyun-sung are handing them out.”

Bloy couldn’t bring herself to coldly reject that kind face, so she nodded hesitantly.
Meanwhile, Seo Ho-yoon moved slowly between the desks, fielding the scattered stories being tossed at him from the other students.

“Hey, hey! I bought this mechanical pencil because they say it’s the Year of the Black Rabbit!”
“Oh, that’s cute. It really suits you.”
“It’s your theme, oppa! I was torn between a cat and a rabbit for so long!”
“You really bought this thinking of me? You’re not just saying that?”
“Seriously! I have two of them—do you want one?!”

The way he skillfully navigated their interests, hitting the right notes without overdoing it, was impressive.

‘So that’s why Seo Ho-yoon is so popular.’

Bloy watched Seo Ho-yoon approach gradually, waiting for her turn.
And it came sooner than she expected.

“Here, have some candy. Enjoy it and have a happy day.”

Until just moments before, she had decided to take what was offered and move on coolly.
She was a Black Call fan, after all, and she didn’t believe there was anything she particularly wanted to gain or treasure through The Dun.

“Um, um….”
“…Yes? What is it?”

Seo Ho-yoon looked at her with a puzzled expression.
She could feel her classmates around her taking pictures of this moment on their phones.
Still, Bloy held the candy stick firmly in her grip, her lips trembling slightly.

“Ah, well….”

Is Black Call making a comeback? The company keeps sending our kids to events overseas—how can we stop that? Why is Joo Woo-sung closer to Seo Ho-yoon than his own members? And, and….”

“…That’s….”

…Is our Woo-sung healthy? Does he have any injuries?

‘Damn it, focus your mind.’

All the pent-up grievances that had been suppressed until now erupted like a volcanic explosion inside my head, but they were words I absolutely could not let slip from my lips. No matter how genuine and devoted a Black Call fan I truly was, the moment I spoke them aloud, I’d become a sasaeng.

“…Do WH artists… eat well?”
“Pardon?”

So instead of all the countless things I wanted to say, what came out was a vague question about their general well-being.

“Eat well?”

At the sudden question, Seo Ho-yoon’s face naturally tilted to the side. Then his gaze dropped downward. As he lowered his head following that gaze, he was startled to suddenly catch sight of The Dun, and Joo Woo-sung’s photo card, which had been sitting on top of the textbook all this time, was now peeking out and revealing its presence.

“Man, that’s so embarrassing.”

Seo Ho-yoon chuckled lightly, then uncapped the rabbit-shaped mechanical pencil he had just received and scribbled something in the corner of his notebook.

“Well, the food from the in-house cafeteria seems to come out tasty enough.”

After that, autograph requests came pouring in like a flood. Seo Ho-yoon signed the gym clothes and pens thrust toward him without a hint of reluctance, his pen moving steadily until the broadcasting staff finally stopped him.
After that, autograph requests poured in from the other kids like a flood. Seo Ho-yoon, who quietly signed away without showing the slightest hint of displeasure despite the gym uniforms and pens being thrust at him from all directions, only stopped moving when the broadcasting staff tried to stop him.

“See you at our school auditorium then. Sorry~.”

But word had already spread, and even though the teachers on standby immediately began crowd control, the students—unbothered by demerits—turned the hallway into absolute chaos.
In the end, it took quite a while for all grades to assemble in the auditorium before the performance could begin.
In the end, it took quite a long time for all grades to gather at the school auditorium before the performance began.

Don’t play with words, I just wanna dance】
Stop playing with words and just let me dance.

The Dun’s subsequent performance was quite impressive even from the perspective of other groups’ fans.

“Don’t ask questions and just dance with me, baby!! Like it’s our last moment together!!”

The Dun performed a total of five consecutive stages, including ‘Level S2’, one of the idol songs that received the most love this year.
After everything ended, when Jung Da-jun mentioned that he’d gotten so excited in the middle that he wanted to throw candy like during a school trip talent show, laughter erupted from all directions.

‘That joke doesn’t seem to be that funny, really.’

Yet on the other hand, since I was always starved for handsome faces, I understood the students’ behavior.
After completing all scheduled events and offering a final greeting to eat lunch well and study hard, The Dun left the school.
At most, two or three hours.
As if they’d been daydreaming, the students returning to their classrooms in a dazed state could only hear talk of The Dun.

“Sigh, I’m seriously losing it.”
“Suddenly I’m feeling affectionate….”
“I… why third-year students go crazy for Kim Sung-hyun… I really think I understand now….”

After some time passed, the students who regained their senses continued talking even more actively about The Dun.
Among them were students from other grades who had received Polaroid photos of The Dun through a raffle.

“Kang Yi-chae seemed like just a playful, immature guy on TV, but seeing him up close, he had this intimidating older brother charm that was quite striking.”
“But that’s not all. I went to a The Dun fan signing about a year and a half ago. And Kang Yi-chae remembered it?!”
“I heard The Dun’s fan service is seriously amazing….”

By the time I pushed through the crowd and barely reached the classroom, friends gathered around and continued chatting. The delayed lunch would have its order announced through the in-house broadcast, so the third-year homeroom teacher shouted loudly at the gymnasium entrance for everyone to return to their classrooms.
My friend with silver glasses, still flushed as if intoxicated by The Dun, pressed her palm against her forehead and spoke.

“I feel kind of sorry, like I’m the only one who became a fan. I wonder if Black Call will appear on ‘School Bell Rings Ding-Dong-Dong!’ someday?”

Then a friend with a neat bob cut suddenly thrust her head in and responded with a tone suggesting it was unrealistic.

“Hey, hey, hey, are you joking? How could that happen? If you see the stadium scale when Black Call was active in the United States, you’d be amazed, right? Hye-jin can’t even dream of that.”
“….”
“Whoa, hey. Hye-jin’s annoyed.”

Bloy’s narrow eyes, which had been looking down at her notebook, turned toward her friends.

“…Haha, Hye-jin… I’m sorry.”
“Sigh….”

She wasn’t truly angry.
Her heart was simply complicated.
Bloy’s gaze dropped downward again.
Where her eyes landed, there was Seo Ho-yoon’s response to her question—asking if the WH Entertainment artist was eating well.

He’s doing well.

“…He seems like such a good person, which makes this harder for me.”
“Huh?”

After that, for a while, The Dun members were revered like gods at Bloy’s school.
Yet the maknae, Jung Da-jun, remained simply ‘Da-jun’.

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