Byun Baekhyun stood waiting by the school gates, anxiously waiting for a certain someone to arrive. He clutched the letter tightly in his hand and closed his eyes as he prayed for a miracle for the 50th time that morning. He had stayed up all night writing his confession letter, carefully checking and double-checking to make sure everything was perfect. Finally, after what seemed like a lifetime of waiting, Baekhyun saw HIM. He swore the President of Class A looked handsomer everytime he saw him. With his uniform perfectly pressed without a single wrinkle, his tie perfectly done and perfectly center, his shoes perfectly polished and shiny, and with his hair perfectly combed, Chanyeol looked so perfect that Baekhyun sighed and admired him for a moment, until he remembered the task at hand. As Chanyeol approached him, Baekhyun straightened his clothes and quickly ran his hand through his slightly messy hair. He put on his brave face and marched in Chanyeol's direction. He stood in front of the giant and nervously smiled. Chanyeol gave him a questioning look. 

" H-Hello Chanyeol-ssi. I-I'm Byun Baekhyun, from Class F. P-P-Please read this! " Baekhyun said. 

Baekhyun held out his letter to Chanyeol, waiting for an answer, while his cheeks slowly turned pink. 

"I'm not interested." Chanyeol said, before turning away and walking off with his best friend Kris, not even sparing a glance at the petrified boy in front of him.

Baekhyun stood there, with his letter still in his hands, unable to comprehend what just took place.