Pairing: EJ x K
Setting: High school student council elections
Vibe: Rivals-to-flirting-to-"oh no we caught feelings," slow-burn banter with a side of campaign chaos

Scene One: Let the War Begin

The posters went up on a Monday.

"Vote EJ: A Steady Hand for Real Change."
Clean font. Symmetrical layout. Zero nonsense. Just like EJ.

"Vote K: Cooler Than Your Ex, Better Than Your Next."
There was glitter. There were doodles. Someone swore they saw a QR code that led to a dance video.

EJ sighed. "Unprofessional," he muttered, peeling one off his locker.

K appeared behind him like he was summoned by sarcasm.
"Jealous of my aesthetic? Or just mad your campaign smells like printer ink and tension?"

"I'm mad you used Comic Sans," EJ deadpanned.

K grinned. "It speaks to the people."

"It's a cry for help."

Scene Two: Council Chaos

The school was split. Half loved EJ's sharp, no-nonsense policies. The other half swooned over K's charm and questionable promises of vending machines in classrooms.

They argued during debates. EJ with facts. K with flair.

"You can't just promise a school petting zoo," EJ snapped one day. "We have budget constraints."

"But imagine the morale boost," K said smoothly. "You've clearly never hugged a goat."

After the meeting, K caught up to EJ in the hallway. "You know, you're kind of cute when you're condescending."

EJ didn't miss a beat. "You're kind of tolerable when you're quiet."

But his ears turned red. K noticed.

Scene Three: The Crack in the Wall

It happened during a late-night banner-making session—mandatory for all candidates. Everyone else bailed. Only EJ and K stayed.

K was sprawled across the floor, using gold paint on a poster that said: "Let K Win—You Know You Wanna."

EJ sat stiffly at the table, organizing paintbrushes like his life depended on it.

"You don't have to stay, you know," EJ said.

K shrugged. "Maybe I like the company."

EJ paused. "Why are you really running?"

K looked up. "Honestly? I didn't care. But then you signed up and I thought... damn. I wanna beat him."

EJ blinked. "Thanks?"

"I said I wanted to beat you," K said. "Not defeat you. There's a difference."

Their eyes locked. Too long. Too loaded.

"Do you ever stop flirting?" EJ asked.

K leaned in, just a bit. "Only when I'm trying to win."

Scene Four: The Results (and the Real Win)

Election day came fast. Speeches. Ballots. Suspense.

In the end—EJ won. By 17 votes.

As the crowd cheered, K clapped the loudest. Came right up to him and smiled like he wasn't even disappointed.

"Well deserved, President EJ," he said, extending a hand.

EJ shook it. "You're not mad?"

"Nah. Honestly?" K leaned in, voice low. "I just wanted your attention. Presidency was optional."

EJ stared at him. "That's... ridiculous."

"And yet, here we are." K stepped closer. "So... since I lost, you gonna boss me around now?"

EJ's lips twitched. "Maybe. Starting with this: stop making everything about flirting."

K raised an eyebrow. "Even this?"

Then he kissed him. Just a second. Confident. Quick. Exactly like K.

When he pulled back, EJ looked stunned—but not unhappy.

"I hate you," EJ mumbled, already pulling him back in.

Power Shift (Kind of)

K slammed his folder down on the table with dramatic flair.

"Vice President K, reporting for duty."

EJ didn't even look up. "We've been in the room for ten minutes already."

"And I needed time to prepare for this historic moment," K said, spinning his chair to face him. "You, me, side by side, running the school like a power couple—"

"We're not a power couple."

K smirked. "We're at least a dynamic duo. Like Batman and... a hotter, more spontaneous Batman."

EJ sighed, but his lips twitched. "If you're done monologuing, we have to finalize the club funding approvals."

"Right. Fiscal responsibility. Sexy."

The Trouble with Boundaries

They tried to keep things professional.

Tried.

But the moment K leaned too close while reading over EJ's shoulder—casually stealing a gummy bear from his snack stash—EJ almost flinched.

"You can't just take things off my desk."

"You take things off my mind."

EJ stared at him. "What does that even mean?"

"I don't know," K said, shrugging. "But you looked stressed, and it bought me five seconds of eye contact, so I stand by it."

The First Slip

Late one Friday, they stayed after school to finish organizing the Fall Festival lineup. Everyone else bailed. It was just them, a whiteboard full of half-sketched ideas, and an unspoken electricity that hadn't cooled since election night.

"You know," K said, perched on the edge of the table, "this is kinda nice."

EJ looked up from his notes. "What, the silence?"

"No. You. Me. This."

He waved his hand between them like it wasn't the most dangerous gesture of the week.

"We're supposed to be working," EJ said, voice quieter than intended.

"Who says we're not?" K smiled. "We're building school spirit and emotional tension. That's multitasking."

EJ rolled his eyes. "God, you're impossible."

But then he laughed. And K stared at him like he'd just won an election all over again.

Cracks in the Wall

The next day, during a budget meeting, EJ misread a total by $400. K noticed but didn't call him out in front of everyone.

Later, as they packed up:

"You didn't correct me."

"You looked tired."

"I don't want special treatment."

"You don't get special treatment. You get respect. There's a difference."

EJ froze.

K added, softly, "You don't have to carry all of it. I'm here too."

That hit harder than any sarcastic one-liner ever had.

 The Breakdown (and Breakthrough)

One night, after a brutal week of meetings, missed assignments, and school-wide drama over homecoming themes, EJ finally cracked.

K found him still in the council room at 9PM, head in his hands.

"You okay?" K asked, gentler than usual.

"I'm screwing it all up," EJ muttered. "I thought I could do this. I thought if I just worked hard enough—"

"You are doing it," K said. "And you're not alone."

He sat beside him. No jokes. No flirting.

Just presence.

After a long silence, EJ finally turned to him.

"You drive me insane."

K smiled, tired but sincere. "Right back at you."

Then—very slowly, very deliberately—EJ leaned in and kissed him.

No fanfare. Just quiet, earned emotion.

When they pulled away, K was grinning like he'd been waiting for this moment since the second poster went up.

"So... do we tell the council?"

EJ groaned. "Let's survive homecoming first."

End.