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Hyojung did not know what she did wrong.

Sure sometimes she rebel against her parents - but being an only child, that mean she was entitled to give her parents hard times. Her mother worries a lot and her father is a little too overprotective of her, so she moved out from home when she got the chance to.

She only needed a breather, but now she felt like she want to go home and cry under her mother's bosom. Anything to feel the comfort that only her mother could give.

Thoughts that circulating her mind began to torment her as it reminded her of the whispering that was distributed between the diverse mass of students in the café, that have witnessed her first day of university (and probably the rest of her school days) plummeting into the deep sea.

She felt like half of the faculty saw the exchange between her and whoever this guy was, and she was not going to be surprised if the entire university caught up on the situation after this, in fact she was preparing herself for it.

It was not a secret that she was embarrassed. Humiliated even.

Hyojung had absent-mindedly followed the guy after leaving her friends and spilled food behind, not knowing where he was leading them until she realised that they were walking in a hallway that she have never seen before in any of the videos she could find online.

And to think that she had the university ground remembered like the back of her hands. In a university as huge and old as this one, of course there were still new places she would find that she never saw in any of the videos she had watched; nor documented in any of the written articles that she have read.

She turned her head around, taking in the old but beautiful hallways that lead to beautiful wooden doors. She saw him opening one door and swinging it so hard that it banged against the wall.

He threw his dirty coat angrily on the black leather couch while muttering something inaudible and stamped toward a mahogany desk; busying himself with the stuff he had on top of the desk.

Hyojung stood outside the open door, playing with her fingers. Her eyes peering into the big room resembling an office. Her gaze fell onto the huge desk with files stacked on a side and paper strewn all over the surface; eyes glazing over the sleek black with gold engraving name plate on the desk.

She cursed inwardly as her mind began to grasp the situation she had pushed herself into.

Hyojung, you idiot, she thought; feeling her nails digging into the skin of her palms. Out of all people, you got yourself on the bad side of the student's council president - on the first day of school!

"Are you going to stand there for the whole day?" His deep gruff voice attacked her ears, pulling her back to the present.

She took a several hesitant small steps and finally stood inside of the room, with only the couch and desk separating them.

"I-I want to apologise...I didn't mean to ruin your coat..."

"I hate excuses," he said, interrupting her word. He tilted his head, eyes boring into her soul. "Especially futile stupid ones."

Tears pricked unwillingly in Hyojung's eyes. She hated it about herself; for being born with such heart.

Yes, she was still a crybaby even at that age - her mother used to tell her that it was a blessing, that she's only compassionate about everything that's why she gets upset very easily.

Compassionate, my ass, Hyojung thought indignantly, my stupid heart is so extra - easily disturbed.

Given, she will become nervous pretty quick, and such situation would drive her mind and feelings over the edge.

Keeping her eyes downcast, she bit her lip absent-mindedly as she fidgeted with her fingers, feeling the acceleration of her unsteady heartbeat. She was determined to not cry, to not give this guy the satisfaction of humiliating and seeing her break.

"You must be shitting me." The deep growl surprised her that she inadvertently reverted her eyes toward the domineering male, only realising her mistake a little too late.

She adverted her eyes elsewhere, but it was useless - for he had seen the look in her eyes, as clear as a day.

"You are the one that ruined my coat, and now you're crying? I should be the one who feels upset!" He barked. Chills ran through her spine and anger bubbled in her chest.

"I didn't mean to, I apologised, and you still act like I did a huge crime. Am I not allowed to my own feelings after all that?" She replied as harsh, clenching her fists hard while trying to regulate her breathing.

It was bad, she was going to hyperventilate. More tears, she should calm herself before anything else happen.

Chuckling darkly, the guy stood up from his seat and stalked toward her slowly. Hands in his pants, he looked like a dangerous predator. But before he could say anything or possibly lay his hands on her, a clicking of heels intruded the space.

"Namjoon?" A voice said. Namjoon stopped his steps and casted his eyes toward the new person behind Hyojung, and responded with a "hmph".

"What are you doing?" The girly voice asked before adding, "Oh my god, were you going to do anything with her? Can you please bother with the door next time? I don't want to walk in while you are doing something...scandalous."

Hyojung quickly calmed herself and turning to her back, straightening her posture. "We were just having a discussion..." She glanced at the tall posture standing next to her. "I was just going-"

"We're discussing about Kwon Mina's replacement." Namjoon interrupted her again, this time taking a step forward, blocking Hyojung from her escape. A small gasp left the smaller girl's lips. "This girl will be the Student's Council new secretary."

Hyojung's eyes widened, her mouth agape. What kind of ridiculous shit did he just say?

The other girl crossed her hands on her chest, jutting her bottom lip as if she was thinking deeply, appeared to be unaware of how Hyojung reacted with the newfound information.

Hyojung was even surprised when the other girl nodded slightly, her face turned serious as she released a small sigh. As if she knew it was pointless to lay her disagreement with him.

"You know the rest of the members have to vote on this too right?"

Namjoon tilted his head slightly and smirked. Even Hyojung, despite having the worst first impression of him - at that point knew that the authority that reeked out of him were not only for a show.

"That's why you, Kim Miyu, are going to cast for me your vote."

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"What do you think you're doing?"

Namjoon glanced at the small girl briefly as he collected some documents. He sighed.

"Preparing for the meeting?" He replied in a 'duh' voice. "How did you manage to pass the entrance exam and enroll here? You're stupid."

He continued with his task at hand, his ears caught her answering, "Exactly. Who is Kwon Mina, and why the heck would I need to replace her? I'm missing my classes, and I think as a student I should be there instead of accompanying you to your club meeting. And for the record, I am not stupid. I'm here because I worked hard for it, so I deserve it."

He stood straight and reached to the closet on the corner of the room that Hyojung did not even realise was there, and grabbed a new dark grey blazer, leaving the dirty coat lying on the couch.

"Mina is the club and I's secretary, and since she's leaving for an exchange student program in Singapore, I need a replacement." Namjoon replied casually, not even listening to half of the things she have said while shrugging on the blazer and fixing his collar. Hyojung's eyebrows met and she scoffed, trying to ignore the nervousness that was beginning to gather inside of her.

"Okay, but I don't see why it is my problem?" She muttered slowly, enough for both of them to hear.

Namjoon stopped and turned at her. He wore a blank expression yet the look in his eyes showed something else.

"The same reason why the stupid smell of noodles on my coat became your problem." He said, closing the small distance between them in a few long strides.

Hyojung sucked a breath as he leaned down, giving her a subtle scent of his cologne. Their eyes leveled with each other.

"You asked me you'd pay for what you've ruined of mine, and like it or not, this is how I want you to pay." He whispered in a low voice, a smirk tugged on the corner of his mouth. "I'd make your life miserable either way, but more if you refuse the position. So make sure you do a good job."

He straightened his posture and walked out of the room, but not before he gave her a last look and said, "Hurry up, we're already late."