Requested by Mila.

Moon Ji-woong never entered quietly. He didn’t believe in subtlety, particularly when a school rule stood in his way, and if there was a new one to break? He would definitely find it.

Ji-woong made his entrance with screeching wheels and zero regard.

The wheels of his skateboard echoed down the hallway, cutting through the morning silence like a challenge. You looked up from your clipboard just in time to see him pass, uniform jacket unbuttoned, grin lazy, balance perfect. He slowed when he noticed you.

Your glare stopped him.

Not physically. But it might as well have.

Ji-woong dragged his foot, board screeching as he came to a halt. He looked at you, head tilted, grin softening into something amused. “Good morning, President,” He said, like he didn’t just break at least three school rules and your pack of patience for the day, which, for the record, should've been enough for the whole school.

You didn’t say anything. You just stared.

He cleared his throat. “Still terrifying.”

Before you could respond, your homeroom teacher stepped out, arms crossed, expression tired in a way that promised consequences---but not the usual ones.

“Moon Ji-woong,” She said. “Since you have so much energy, you’ll put it to use.”

Ji-woong blinked, like he had been waiting for those words his whole life. Like he hadn't heard them enough already. “Detention?”

“No,” She replied. “You’ll help the student council prepare for the school event. Starting today.”

You turned sharply. “What?”

Ji-woong’s head snapped toward you. “What?”

The teacher looked between you. “You’re the president. You’ll manage him.”

Ji-woong smiled slowly, eyes lighting up like he just won something. “Looks like we’re partners.”

You exhaled through your nose. This was a punishment---for you.

That afternoon, the student council room felt smaller with him in it. He leaned back in his chair, spinning a pen between his fingers, ignoring the neat stacks of paperwork you handed out.

“You always this serious?” He asked. “It’s just a school event.”

You placed another file in front of him. “It’s important. And stop leaning back. You’ll fall.”

He leaned back more. “You're worried about me?”

His hand raised, resting on his chest in a dramatic pose.

You met his eyes. One look.

He straightened immediately. “Okay. Message received.”

But his grin widened as he looked away.

Hours passed. Against your will, you noticed things. He listened when it mattered. He carried boxes without complaint. He joked with the council members until the tension faded, until the room felt lighter. When someone panicked about missing decorations, Ji-woong disappeared and came back with supplies from somewhere no one asked about.

By evening, the work was done.

You gathered your things. “You were… Useful,” You admitted.

Ji-woong blinked, then laughed. “Wow. High praise.”

He stepped closer, lowering his voice. “You know what?" He paused, as if actually expecting an answer. "You’re not just scary. You’re kind of cool. You still need to work on the fun part, though."

He winked at you, jokingly.

You looked up at him, unamused---but you didn’t glare this time.

He noticed.

His smile softened.

The next day, the hallways were quiet.

Too quiet.

Until you heard wheels again---slower this time. Ji-woong rolled past you, hopped off his board, and saluted. “After school, President. Don’t be late!”

You shook your head.

But for the first time, you almost smiled. And that was his biggest achievement until now, honestly.