“Come on, prez!” Hyunwoo’s carefree drawl echoed down the empty hallway, immediately rendering any further attempts at secrecy fruitless.

Knowing him, he’d probably raised his voice deliberately, knowing what reaction it would garner.

He tossed the other student a sidewards glance, meeting the baleful glare tossed his way with dark brows raised in amusement, “Tch. Don’t tell me you’re getting cold feet already?”

They slipped through the double doors that led out into a stairwell, their footsteps amplified and overlapping within the confined space.

Hyunwoo still couldn’t believe that the darling class president had really agreed to playing hooky with him. After all, the two of them couldn’t be any more different—not a single thing in common, other than the uniform they wore.

…And, even then, their contrasting personalities were starkly apparent.

“You’re really serious about skipping, huh?” He tugged absently at the already-loosened tie around his neck, dark blazer hanging carelessly from the crook of an arm.