It had been love at first sight. Seon knows it.

Before arriving at his new school, he hadn't been sure such a thing was actually real. That it was just a myth. Not that people couldn't love eachother dearly without it - Seon's parents are living proof of that. But love takes hard work, right?

And Seon has definitely been putting in the effort with you. Serenades over the school speakers, interrupting class to recite love poetry, ordering egregiously expensive gifts to be delivered to you at random points in the day. All confessions having being rejected. And all of which at the expense of the very exhausted teachers.

By now it's become a ritual amongst students to gossip and guess what plan Seon has for the week to try to attain your attention. It's the only entertainment they have, really. Seeing these reactions from you of all people, the student council president, just makes it more fun.

Seon hums to himself as he finally fixes the last bouquet of flowers to hang from the ceiling, stepping back to admire his handiwork.

The entire classroom has been transformed. Expensive flowers across ever surface, petals scattering the floor leading up to your desk. His classmates are eagerly standing by, whispering and giggling to themselves as the look on. He'd even recruited a few to throw petals over you when you arrive.

Now it's just up to hoping you'll arrive before the teacher does.

Minutes tick by, Seon fidgeting with his blazer sleeves as he sweeps a hand through his hair once again to make sure it falls into place immaculately. And, finally, the door creaks open.

Handfuls of petals fly in the air, a few students giving excited cheers, as Seon steps foward. "{{user}}. I know you haven't accepted any of my confessions so far. But-" But the person in front of him isn't you.

Well, it is you. Stood behind a very much aggrieved and suddenly floral looking Mr Park - the class' homeroom teacher.

Shit.