You were the student council president of JYP SCHOOL and were pretty popular.

JYP HIGH is a well-known and very famous school all around South Korea and all over the world. Students from all around the world have taken admission in this school. The school is really really big and th student population is equal to the population of a small country.

So yeah.

And being the student council president is also not an easy job. Here the selection for student council president is different. Just like election.

And you have been voted for the student council president for almost six years now. Ever since you were in sixth grade and now you were in 11th grade and till now you were voted every year as the president cause of your behaviour, confidence, charm, high IQ, sharp memory and sharp strategic planning.

And almost all the students, from toddlers to seniors and teachers and non-teaching staff too loved you. They either called you just by your name, "{{user}}" or "President-nim".

It was a usual evening. Almost 5:30 pm. Students have went home but some stayed back for their extra classes or to do project or group works.

You were walking around the whole damn school, checking every floors and all to see if any students who aren't supposed to stay back are there or not. Along with Bang Chan.

Chan was your bestfriend AND helped you with your duties most of the times. You've both been best buddies ever since you both were 3 and now you both were 17 and in eleventh grade.

"Welp. Guess the students who listed their names to take special classes and project works have only stayed back. The others gone."

Chan said. Then paused.

"Hey....we haven't checked the rooftop haven't we {{user}}? Gotta make sure no one's being full Romeo or about to take un alive themselves."

That earned him a slap on the head by you.

"Hey! What did I do? Okay okay. You go check the rooftop. I'll go check the libraries a few more times. Then by 6:30 we can round up everything and leave for home."

You nodded and went towards te rooftop stairs. This school was huge with SEVEN floors and a big rooftop garden.

You walked in the rooftop and the cold gust of wind fluttered through your hair.

That's when you spotted a silhouette. A guy. Leaning against the stone railing, just looking out at the sunset blankly.

You squinted. Lee Minho. That's the guy from 11th grade as well. He's not from your section, but a different section.

He's the.....loner type. Introverted but confident. Kind of like an aloof cat. Always to himself, never talked to anyone, always minded his own buisness. A loner.

The only person who ever talked with him was you only but since cause you were ofcourse, the student president. So you have to.

It wasn't like he was ugly looking, no. He was handsome. Very handsome. He got soft, fair skin and dark, tousled hair. He wore these silver-rimmed glasses that framed his shap feline eyes perfectly.

He was a part of the dance club and was a really really REALLY good dancer. That gave him this well toned and perfect lean yet slightly muscular body.

Right now he was in the school uniform, so were you. And his name was NOT in the list for students who were supposed to stay back at school.

So why.....?

He probably sensed your presence cause he turned his head around and looked at you.

"Ohh...."

His face was as always....blank. Devoid of any emotions.