going crazy | kim junkyu

33.

miran went over her speech one last time and she's standing in the middle of the stage, attempting not to scare herself with thoughts about how those chairs on the gym floor will be filled with the whole school body and she's going to have to talk in front of them. shit, i'm scaring myself. she looks at the paper in her hand. god.

"miran."

she turns to yedam, "yeah?"

"you'll do great," he smiles. "i know you're probably plotting how to make my murder seem like an accident in your head but i picked you for a reason."

"dude, if i kill you, hyunsuk would have to be president and we don't want that. remember when he was president? never again. never. again," she crosses her arms, shaking her head.

yedam sighs, fixing his hair, "you're right."

"fifteen minutes!" jiwoo calls out to everybody.

"shit," miran mumbles under her breath.

"good luck."

fifteen minutes pass and people start filing in. miran sees familiar faces like song eunhye, doyoung, hwang hyunjin, jeon heejin, and yeoreum. there are new faces. there's a lot of new students, especially freshmen. hey, they're just freshmen! don't be scared of little kids, miran! the staff start sitting at their seats at the front. the student council is sitting on the side of the stage and a chair is at the middle for the school's chairman. the school's chairman walks in and takes his seat.

they wait a few minutes for everyone to settle in and the chairman goes up to the podium. he clears his throat and everyone goes silent. he introduces himself and calls yedam over. yedam introduces himself as the student council president. after his introduction and a small speech, miran is called over. her members whisper good luck as she stands up and makes her way to the podium. she takes a deep breath as puts the sheet of paper down and she adjusts the mic. she clears her throat and her shaking hand lets go of the mic.

"good morning. as most of you know, i'm park miran, the student council's secretary. i want to start by welcoming our new students. . ."

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"... and if you have any concerns, don't hesitate to come to me or my fellow student council members. contrary to popular belief, we aren't as intimidating as we seem. if you're interested in joining the student council, come find one of us. our team is full of seniors, poor yedam is our only junior. freshmen have a lower chance of getting in but yedam got in as a freshman and look where he is now. i'm hoping to see more people in the council. i hope you have a great year! thank you."

miran steps down from the podium as the audience erupts in applause. she goes to her seat. she sighs in relief. the chairman starts to speak again. yedam nudges her as jihoon passes her a water bottle.

"told you you'll do great."

"i'm still shaking," she holds her hand out to show her hand which is still shaking just a little. not as much as it was when she began talking.

jihoon pats her shoulder, "it's okay, it's over now."

her head turns to junkyu's direction and he puts his thumbs up while smiling. she smiles back. she looks down at the hand he held again. fuck, stop thinking about it. not like that's the first time he held your hand. she looks back at the chairman. yeah, but it felt different.

she focuses on the chairman, trying not to have an inner debate with herself in her mind right there. eventually she stops thinking about it, her mind being filled with the chairman's words instead.

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xxxiii.
im getting my eyes checked tomorrow at 9am and i should probably sleep early but am i gonna? hell no