high school grounds

@N유⚔ prince He's planned to find a good excuse so he would be let off duties, but when the door opens to reveal Jinri standing on the other side, Sehun feels his mind go blank. Jinri is the president of the student body and highly feared. She's known for her sharp words and for being strict, hating when anyone slacks off. She's diligent and capable, her work efficient. She's the role model student who's well-liked by all the teachers, but also the subject of both envy and admiration. Or fear. Sehun belongs to one of those who are intimidated of her because she makes him feel like he's a loser. He probably is, though at least his academics aren't all that bad. He's probably not getting into the same elite university as his older brother, but he'll still be able to attend university.

"Uhm... it's alright." Is all he can stutter out, automatically following her words and stepping inside. He knows to comply when he needs to and this is one of those situations. He doesn't think he can get out of here so fast, but at least, while helping out just a bit today, he could talk himself out of being the student president's assistant. The door closes behind him and he looks around, curious, because he's never been to this room before. It's a bit disappointing to see the lack of extravagance and luxury he's always expected the elite group of the school would be granted. The office is nothing more but another classroom with tables pushed together to form a conference table and shelves filled with files instead of books. His gaze falls on the pile of documents his senior must have been working on and his mood deteriorates. He's most likely going to have to help with that, next to the own stack of papers he's bringing along.

"So... uh... What is my task?"

@N유☥ milktea_princess Jinri exhales loudly as she ruffles through the stack of papers once again, eyes skimming across the many numbers and suggestions that streamed across the sheets. It had been an hour ago that the student council's secretary managed to find her hiding in the gynasium, playing volleyball with the freshmen during a day with no practice. She had tried stretching her story, after all, she hadn't wanted to do work that day. But to no avail was she let loose as she was forcefully dragged into the fourth floor room, thrown stacks of papers, and a reminder of a student coming by later. Jinri sighs again. It's not that she dislikes being the council president, but there was just so much responsibility that came with it. The only reasons why she had wanted the position in the first place was because it would have looked good for college and that her older brother was the previous president.

"I wish he was here now," she mutters before using the red gel pen in her hand to mark up the current sheet. It isn't until another 10 minute passes that she hears a knock on the door, quite hesitant judging by the pause between knocks. "Who...." It doesn't hit her until she looks down at the sticky note of reminders. "Ah....right." Jinri straightens her posture, quickly tidying the pile on her desk and rearranging the scattered pens. Hastily clearing , she makes sure that everything is clean and organized before standing up, nearly knocking down the cup of tea on the table due to her pace. She heads to the door, arm extending out towards the knob, firmly gripping onto it once contact was met. She turns the knob and opens the door wide. "Hello, I hope you didn't wait long. My friend told me that someone would be aiding me today, please come in."

@N유⚔ prince Sehun is grumbling to himself as he carries a stack of paper to the student council's office. It's only two weeks into the new school year and despite doing their best to recruit students from every class to help out the student council (teachers are mainly targeting juniors and sophomores as seniors are more occupied with thoughts of university entrance exams in a year and should therefore be spared), but since no one is willing to help out, at least none from Sehun's class, he's been sent there. Of course, it is partly his fault for being the one coming late to class, though he swears it's not his own fault! He would have been to class on time and even twenty minutes early, taking his usual bus, but today there just had to be an accident on the way, which is why the bus was stuck in a minor traffic jam.

It's really not fair, he thinks, because Sehun has always been a good student. He's not the smartest or the most diligent one, but at least he does hand in all of his homework and he's not a troublemaker. He doesn't disturb classes by talking to his friend or passing messages on in class. So why is he the one being punished? Now he can only hope to talk to the student council's president (a pretty senior student names Jinri and pretty as in pretty bossy; she's known for being strict on everyone working with her which is most likely the main reason why people don't want to join the council) and persuade her to let him off. He really doesn't want to work there because the time spent there could be invested in making himself a new cosplay costume or ranking up in that game he just bought recently.

He takes a deep breath before he knocks at the door, the papers pressed against his chest with one arm. Hopefully he can get this over with quickly so he can go home and log in to the game.

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