I apologize for errors.     "I nominate the transfer as the president." Bambam turned his to Mark, shooting daggers when Mark smiled at him. Bambam rolled his eyes. This dickhead! I'm going to ing kill him! Bambam could feel he was about to die when he saw his teacher writing his name on the white board. He never wished to be a president for all of his life. Being a president has so many responsibilities to do and tasks to achieve, and Bambam is not the kind of person who fits in that position. His gaze goes back to Mark who is on the front seat. Well, if gaze could kill, for sure Mark is nowhere to be found. Bambam then regrets what he thought about the older back on the locker incident. He regrets calling Mark as a handsome and an attractive guy. All he can see right at this moment is a demon who could kill him right here and there.   I'm sure I won't win because seriously? Who will vote me, right? Out of these people, it was just Sana, Yeri, Joy, and Mark ing Tuan who knows me. So, I'm sure that I won't-   "Our president is Kunpimook Bhuwakul." Their teacher announced. He could feel his blood starting to boil. He was screaming inside him. And all of his anger could burst out at the moment Mark smiled innocently at him. UGH! I hate his smile! I hate his eyes! I hate his nose! I hate his face! I hate everything about him! In short, I hate Mark Tuan! His thoughts were interrupted when the teacher called for him.   "Mr. President? You can have the table now." The teacher said smiling, right hand motioning Bambam to come in front.   "I'm here to study, okay? Not giving a on this damn election." He said causing all of his classmates to gasp in surprise, including Mark. When he notice the teacher's smiling face turned into a frowning one and was about to get a detention paper, he stands immediately, smiling sweetly causing the boys around him to hang their mouth open because of his cuteness.   "Like what I said, I'm going in front, alright? So put that detention paper down, yeah?" He said happily, getting the marker from the teacher's hand. "So, sit back and relax, my dear teacher." He pulls a chair, guiding his teacher to sit down. What happened to our brat?   "The table is now open for the nomination of vice president. Any nominations?" Mark raise his hand but Bambam just roll his eyes, ignoring him. He see Yeri raise her hand so he call her instead. "I nominate Kim Soo Young as the president." Yeri said cutely giving Joy a high five. "Kim Soo Young is now nominated. Any other nominations?' He ask once again, still ignoring Mark and calls for another student. "I nominate Min Yoongi as the vice president." The student said. "Min Yoongi is now nominated. Any other nominations?" He ask, eyes traveling through his classmates, except for Mark. He was planning to ignore Mark for all of his life but was ruined when Mark cutely said, "Senpai! Notice me Bambam-senpai!" Causing his classmates to laugh. For some unknown reason, this made Bambam happy. The thought of Mark calling him senpai, makes his heart melt. But he maintains his frowning face as he turn to look at Mark. "Yes?" He said, still frowning. "Finally..." Mark whispered but Bambam heared it. "I nominate myself as the vice president." Mark said causing the boys to laugh at him and the girls giggled. "Okay, Mark fu- Tuan is now nominated." Bambam said rolling his eyes.   So after all the nominations, Bambam was the president which clearly annoys him, Joy as the vice president, Mark as the secretary Yeri as the treasurer, and etc. Being the president, their teacher had assigned Bambam to distribute all the English textbooks to his classmates. Lifting all the textbooks strugglingly, he groaned as he walks to his classmates's seat, giving them their textbook. Marks look at him worringly. If he knows that the younger hates being the president, he would not have nominated him. Poor Bamb-   "Ow!" His thoughts were ruined when Bambam slaps Mark's face using the thin but hard textbook. "What's that for?" He said blindly causing Bambam to slap him one more time. "Don't talk to me from now on, okay?" Bambam said placing the textbook down Mark's table with a loud thud. "Ouch!" Mark said dramatically, placing his right hand on his left chest. "That was harsh!" Bambam didn't say a thing but stares at Mark with a weird look. "Awe. I know you found it funny." Mark said teasingly, placing his chin on his left hand, which is on the table, looking up at Bambam. Bambam averted his gaze, blushing slightly. Walking to another seat, Bambam heared Mark said, "Nice ..."   Bambam finished distributing their textbooks and sits on his seat, stretching his hands up in the air. Finally, after that torturing moment, I got a time to sit back and- The bell rang, which means it's time for their lunch. "Nice." Bambam murmured. He step his feet outside, walking slowly because he was so tired. Moments later, he can hear footsteps from his behind, he is assuming that someone is following him. Quickening his pace, he heared those footsteps quickened too. Stoping, the footsteps had also stoped. He turns around, facing his creepy stalker.   "Seriously?" He questioned rolling hi