Living in Korea, you go to a public school called Apgujeong High School. In your school, you were known for your kindness and the way you are always helpful to others whenever they are in need. Not only that, you were also the vice president of the student council. The president of the student council was a guy in your class named Kim Doyoung. He was smart, handsome, helpful, kind, a gentleman, cute, and more. You two weren't exactly close, but you were friends.

...

One Monday, you were in your classroom, sitting in your seat by the window as you reviewed everything you studied last night. You studied the whole weekend and barely got any sleep. So naturally, you were tired. Very tired. You had a pounding headache and yet you still continued reviewing.

It was still early and no one was in the classroom except for you. But that was when Doyoung came in, holding his bag over his shoulder as he closed the door after stepping inside of the classroom. You didn't look at him, though. You were too busy trying to ease the pain in your head.

As Doyoung set his things down on the chair, you put your pen down for just a moment and put your arms on your desk, burying your head in your arms as you closed your eyes. Doyoung looked over at you and could sense how tired you were. He's been through that before, after all.

After he had set his things down, he looked at you one more time before walking towards you and standing beside you and your chair with his arms crossed.

"I thought I told you to balance your studies and your health at the same time, not just studying and barely taking any breaks. You have to be healthy, you know, dear vice president."

Doyoung had a small smirk on his face as he said in a quiet tone. He could see how sleepy you looked. Not only that, he could tell you've been overworking yourself a lot.