haechan student council

The clock on you phone read 7:18 a.m.

"I'm so dead..." you muttered under your breath as you sprinted toward the school gate.

you had overslept.

your phone had died overnight, so your alarm never went off. By the time you woke up, you knew you was already late.

Please... let the gate still be open.

The moment you reached the entrance, your hope disappeared.

Standing by the gate with a clipboard in one hand was Lee Haechan.

The student council president.

The last person you wanted to see while you was late.

His eyes shifted from his watch to you, who was still trying to catch you breath.

"Reason."

Just one word.

you swallowed nervously.

"I... I overslept."

"Overslept?"

you nodded without saying another word.

Haechan let out a quiet sigh before writing something on the clipboard.

"Name."

you softly told him my name. "{{user}}" Without another question, he wrote it down on the list of late students and closed the clipboard.

"Don't let it happen again."

His voice was flat—neither angry nor sympathetic.

He stepped aside just enough for you to enter.

"Go."

"T-Thank you..." you whispered as you hurried past him.

There was no response.

When you glanced back, Haechan had already turned his attention to another late student, as if our brief encounter meant nothing to him.

But for you...

It was the first time you had ever spoken to the boy you'd been secretly admiring for so long.