It was the third day Sehun becoming a vice president, yet he didn't find himself very useful. Most of the task that should be shared, Oh Hayoung had already done it alone. As an awkward kid like he always was, he also didn't know how to approach her first. He sighed as he opened the emergency door, heading back to the class. Playing hero wasn't as easy as he thought it would be. 

Few steps before he passed through the teacher lounge, he could see someone was struggling to close the door. 

That familiar brown hair. 

That familiar height. 

That familiar back. 

Oh Hayoung. 

He was holding his step to stay behind her, when she dropped the piled up papers on her hand. "Aish," he could hear she grumbled quietly. 

Sehun spontaneously squatted down beside her, "Let me help you," 

Hayoung startled a bit, even more when she knew who the helper was, "Oh Sehun?" 

He realized that the papers were music sheets that should be distributed to their class and a sudden guilty feeling crept into his heart, "You can just tell me if you need something," Sehun mumbled, keeping himself busy with the papers. Hayoung stopped her movement for awhile, she didn't really expect that kind of statement would come from him. Sehun took the paper from her hand, waking her up from trance. They looked at each other for a split awkward moment, before Sehun stood up and carried all the piled up paper by himself, "I'm not good, but… you can depend on me a little bit. I'm your… vice president after all,"