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"SEONGHWA!!!"
An obviously exhausted San threw open the door to the student council room.
"San, there you are. Why are you so late? And... out of breath?"
"One.... second," San said between breaths.
The tired boy paused and crouched for a bit, taking the time to compose himself again. When he'd managed to gain some control of his breathing he moved towards his seat and resumed speaking.
"It's Hongjoong again, he's painting on the walls. I saw him as I was delivering our budget requests to the office."
"Yunho, please take over while I go handle our little delinquent," Seonghwa said through a strained smile.
The council members held their breath as they watched the president leave, knowing one wrong move could set him off. They didn't know who to be more scared of, their angry president, or Hongjoong for being able to make him so angry.
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"Kim Hongjoong!!! What do you think you're doing?" Seonghwa shouted as he spotted the boy at the end of the hall.
"Painting. The walls were looking bland again," an unbothered Hongjoong responded.
"You-"
"What, president? I'm kind of busy here, inspiration doesn't just live in me," Hongjoong continued, not taking his eyes off of the wall.
Seonghwa took a second to observe the hallway, he had to admit, whatever Hongjoong was doing looked amazing. He still needed to be punished, no matter how beautiful the makeover he'd given the hall was he still broke the rules. Seonghwa was sure he'd told the art student that these things were allowed as long as he got the proper authorization, which he hadn't.
"Not going to speak? what a shame, I always look forward to your comebacks," Hongjoong was on thin ice and he knew it, but that didn't stop him from dancing across it.
Seonghwa still didn't speak, but simply grabbed Hongjoong's ear and began pulling him. The other boy struggled but Seonghwa simply twisted his ear.
"My mom taught me this move, keep struggling and I might just have to pick you up."
Seonghwa was simply warning Hongjoong, but he didn't notice the blush that had come across Hongjoong's face, simply thinking he was only angry. Hongjoong stopped struggling and followed along while Seonghwa loosened his grip slightly.
"You know Hongjoong, there's no problem with you painting the halls as long as you have the proper authorization and make sure the student council gets notified," Seonghwa spoke.
"I told you inspiration doesn't live in me. I'm not always going to have the motivation for it"
"You don't need to, if you have the authorization ahead of time we can't say anything when you finally decide to use it," Seonghwa explained.
"Is that so?" Hongjoong asked.
"I mean yeah, I'm sure we can work out a valid time frame. As for now, you still need to be punished," Seonghwa reminded him.
"Who knew you could be so calm? You're always angry Mr. President," Hongjoong teased.
Seonghwa tightened his grip on Hongjoong's ear again, "Maybe I'd be more civil if you weren't ALWAYS causing problems."
At that, they'd reached the principle's office where Seonghwa entered first.
"Principal Park, I caught a student painting the hallways without proper permission."
"Tell them to come in."
Seonghwa bowed to the principal and left, telling Hongjoong he was allowed to enter.
Hongjoong entered the room and waited for Seonghwa to leave the office before closing the door.
"Oh, Hongjoong. It's just you. Care for a cup of tea?" The principal asked.
"You know what, sure."
Suddenly there was a knock at the door and Seonghwa's voice could he heard, "By the way Ms. Park, the council would like to give him a form of punishment other than detention if you'll let us. Thank you."
The principal chuckled and continued making her tea.
"So, how is Seonghwa," she asked Hongjoong.
"Same as ever," Hongjoong rolled his eyes as he leaned back in a chair, "he dragged me here by the ear today."
"I won't say you didn't deserve it," Ms. Park admitted while placing a cup of tea in front of Hongjoong.
"I probably did. He threatened to carry me if I didn't stop struggling, kind of caught me off guard," Hongjoong said before sipping his tea.
"I don't doubt that he would have, you should've struggled more," the principal winked.
Hongjoong's eyes widened and he almost choked on his tea. When he stopped coughing enough to speak he stuttered, "I-I don't think that would've been a good idea."
Ms. Park simply laughed at the flustered student, "At least you might finally be getting somewhere."