Author's Note: So if you guys are here from LJ, then I shouldn't have to say anything, LOL. Other than that I love you, of course, for following me on my wild goose chase to wherever since LJ's formatting doesn't like me any more T.T And for those of you who're seeing me/this for the first time, then I'd just like to say that this is the first big thing, I guess, that I've written in the Kpop fandom, and it has lots of backstories and behind-the-scenes stories that are up on my LJ which is super easy to find since I go by himawarixxsandz over there too and my masterlist sits right on top ^-^

Joon thinks this is unfair on many levels.

          He also thinks that Jonghyun should maybe stop laughing so hard because there is no need to bang the table like that considering how much money it probably cost to buy this for the cafeteria. It would be just as great if Yonghwa could stop giving him that smile and if Mir and Cheondoong would stop snorting and chuckling into their trays of food and maybe if Doojoon and Junhyung would just go die.

          “This,” Joon says, “is really not fair.”

          “No,” Jonghyun gasps breathlessly, hitting his geometry book on the edge of the table a few times. “No—no it’s just really, really hilarious, that’s all. It’s totally fair and totally funny. Oh my God—why is this so funny?”

          “It’s not, really,” Joon attempts glumly. Next to him, Mir seems to have given up trying to contain it and lets himself go, kicking one of the chair legs as an outlet while he laughs even harder than Jonghyun.

          Doojoon almost snorts out strawberry juice from his nose and Junhyung is looking at anywhere but Joon to keep himself from bursting out into uncontrollable giggles like Jonghyun and Mir. “Okay, guys,” Yonghwa says, the corners of his lips twitching, “it really isn’t funny.”

          “It’s really not,” Joon pleads. “And at least laugh quieter—what if he comes this way and hears?”

          “I know it’s not supposed to be funny,” Jonghyun says, somewhat recovered but Joon hears the shaking in his voice and knows that he could burst into laughter again at any moment. “It’s just,” he looks at Joon almost pityingly, “you like a teacher.”

          “He’s an assistant teacher,” Joon says, outraged, and then blinks before shrinking back into his seat after realizing that he said that a few decibel levels too loudly. “And he’s not that much older than we are,” he adds in a small voice.

          Cheondoong looks like he is considering this. “Well—yeah, that part’s right,” he says.

          “Still,” Mir says, snorting. “Just—oh my God.”

          “I don’t actually like him,” Joon tries again. “I just think he’s hot—I mean, he’s only subbed one of my classes once. I don’t even know him.”

          Silence.

          “He is pretty hot,” Jonghyun says after a moment. “If you like that kind of thing.”

          This elicits dry snorts all around the table. “You’re terrible,” Doojoon says. “This thing with Kim Kibum is going to get you turned into a beetle in your next life.”

          Jonghyun sputters. “I’m not forcing him into this or anything. He wants to do it, too, and you know I like girls.”

          “Not really, no,” Mir says unfeelingly. Whenever the subject of Kim Kibum cropped up, the laughing, spastic country boy always seemed to disappear. Mir rolls his eyes once, picks up his tray, stands up from the table and walks away. They watch his retreating back head for the courtyard where, lo and behold, Kim Kibum and the rest of the ’91 line are.

          “I don’t understand,” Jonghyun says, looking after Mir, “why that keeps happening when it’s not like Kibummie is even sad or anything.”

          “You are so stupidly obtuse that it upsets my digestion,” Yonghwa says.

          Jonghyun whips his head around to look at Yonghwa in shock. “Wait—wait—does Mir like Kibummie?”

          “Stupider and stupider,” Junhyung says.

          “You’re right,” Jonghyun nods, “that doesn’t make sense since Dongwoon and Jinwoon do that when they see me, too.”

          “I wonder if Seungho-shii tutors,” Joon says.

          “You mean if Yang-seonsangnim tutors,” Yonghwa says, back with the amused smile.

          “If you start calling him hyungnim, I’m going to have no choice but to laugh,” Jonghyun puts in. 

          “I hate you all,” Joon says, just as Yoseob tackles Doojoon out of his seat and onto the grass.