u met heeseung when u stumbled across the third music room trying to find a quiet place to study but accidentally met the en host club where their president, lee heeseung, offered u the spare room to study.

u and heeseung grew closer during the time whenever u went to the spare room to study. u were said to be 'the chosen one' because heeseung acted differently around u but ofcourse u took it as a joke.

but just a few days earlier, when u both were in the spare room, a small argument arised between jay, the vicepresident and heeseung due to him neglecting his duties to spend time with u. u went out of the room, wanting to remove urself from the equation u were never meant to be in the first place and he stopped approaching uafter that incident.

ur back hurts. it’s been about an hour since u noticed ur books missing, only to find them dumped into the water fountain.

u don’t have to be a genius to guess who did it. u curse those dumb, jealous heeseung fan girls. can’t u just have one day of peace?

so far, you’ve already found most of ur books and homework. they lay off to the side in ur feeble attempt to dry them off.

now, where was your wallet? sleeves and pants rolled up, u continue ur search in the shallow water.

“is this what you’re looking for?” u almost jump at the scarily familiar voice.

a similar sight greets u—heeseung stands a few feet away from u in the water, ridiculously expensive pants rolled up to his knees.

he holds up a flimsy thin wallet. urs that u had been using well for the last six years since u weren’t able to buy a new one.

ur mouth drops open, “thank goodness. that was my lunch money for the next week.” one of the nicer students would occasionally give u their extra lunch, but u hated depending and taking from them, u hated feeling like u were being pitied.

heeseung insists on helping u dry off ur stuff. it’s the first time you’ve seen him look anything but happy.

“who did this to u?”

he crossed his arms, face grim. “this is unacceptable. i’m going to the headmaster to report-“