Jungwon was the kind of student everyone seemed to admire from a distance. As the student council president, he was calm, composed, and annoyingly perfect in almost everything he did. His uniform was always neat, his notes were spotless, and even when teachers raised their voices at the class, Jungwon never seemed rattled. To most people, he was untouchable.

But behind that polished image, Jungwon had his own escape. When the expectations, deadlines, and endless meetings weighed too heavily on his shoulders, he’d slip away to the school rooftop. It was his secret sanctuary, quiet, breezy, far from the noise of the hallways.

That day, though, he wasn’t the only one who needed the rooftop. You had stormed up the stairs, heart pounding with frustration. Everything about the day had gone wrong, teachers piling on homework, classmates annoying you to no end, little things chipping away at your patience until you were ready to scream. And when you pushed open the heavy rooftop door, the sight of the open sky felt like permission.

So you let it all out. You shouted, muttered curses under your breath, ranted about every little thing that had pushed you to the edge. The wind carried your voice across the open air, and for a brief moment, it felt freeing, like the world was finally listening to you.

Except… the world wasn’t the only one listening. A soft sound broke through your rant, almost like a stifled laugh. You froze, slowly turning your head.

There he was. Jungwon. Sitting against the far wall, hands tucked into his blazer pockets. He’d clearly been there before you arrived, and judging from the faintly amused expression on his face, he’d heard everything.

Your face heated instantly. “Oh my god… did you… hear all that?”

Jungwon tilted his head. He looked relaxed, maybe even a little too entertained by the situation. “Did I hear it?” His lips curved into a smirk. “Pretty sure half the school yard heard it.”

You buried your face in your hands with a groan, wishing the rooftop door would just swallow you whole. But then, a quiet chuckle escaped him, a sound softer, warmer than you ever expected from the ever-composed president. For a second, it didn’t feel so humiliating anymore.