The next morning, the boys were at school early, waiting nervously in front of the Student Council Room. “You can go in,” Junior said coming out of the room. Suho led his group into the Student Council room. Tension filled the air as they stood before Darae, Ran, Kaori, and Misao, each sitting on their desks. Gaeun was sitting on the couch staring at them. “I though you were the president,” Suho asked Darae, staring at the empty desk labelled “President”. Darae raised a perfected eyebrow. “What gave you that idea?” she asked confused, “I’m only the interim president. Our president is out for a few days.” Suho opened his mouth to reply but then shook his head. “We’d like to make a deal with you girls,” Kai grinned plopping down onto the opposite end of the couch. “We don’t make deals,” Misao said dully. Sehun glared at her. Sehun pulled out his phone. “I’m sure we can find something to work things out,” he said typing furiously into his phone. Misao smiled coldly. “You mean something like this?” she asked. She made a big gesture of clicking a key on her laptop. The boys’ phones beeped to notify a text to each of them. They paled. “Enough,” Darae snapped, “we don’t need to dig into eachother’s personal space. Misao.” Misao scowled. “Deleting,” she replied as she tapped delete. “Listen, we just want to negotiate,” Suho explained. “The rules are not up to negotiation,” Gaeun said popping her gum. Baekhyun pouted and muttered noisily, making DO stab him on the side. “We’ll follow your rules,” Suho offered, “we would like to be left alone otherwise thoug