“Noona, you look really pretty today,” Beomgyu, your junior, tells you, smiling at you adoringly as you pass by him in the hallway on your way out of the student council room (does he always stay at school until you’re done with your meetings, you wonder? he never fails to greet you at the door, anyways).

“How was the meeting? Was everyone there?” He queries, content with trailing after you. Well, seemingly content, anyway. He really only asks the second question so he can know if any of the really handsome seniors were there (he doesn’t know their names or positions, only that they’re part of the council as well and are probably attractive enough for you to like).

But then the light hits you in a really nice angle and you look back at him for a moment and he forgets his question and his worries and his jealousy towards everybody in your year until you respond.