October 23rd, 2015 (9:34AM GMT+10)

  True to his word, Yunho did join our study group and even though it didn't change our ways of studying, he's still a nice addition to the group.   Yoochun will sometimes come along with him even though he does completely different subjects to the majority of us. He always sits by Yunho, never leaving his best friend's side, and diligently studies on his own in silence. Sometimes, he sits in between Yunho and me. Whenever there's a group discussion of some sort, he'll listen and watch the conversation, answering and giving his opinion in as short as possible whenever prompted to. And, as always, he never forgets to be polite.   Everyone in our group knows him but to a certain extent. It's most likely because Yoochun doesn't talk much so everyone only knows his name, what he looks like, his politeness, and nothing more.   Today, Yoochun is sitting in between his best friend and me. While Yunho is busy discussing with Jake animatedly talking about a certain topic, Yoochun and I sit in silence, occupied with our own tasks. The rest of the group are either on their own as well or studying in even smaller groups.   I glance over to Yoochun and his books, watching his fingers idly etching on the edges of one of his textbooks while his eyes scan from it to his notebook and vice versa. I then stop with whatever I'm doing and lean on the table with crossed arms, my head turned to him. Noticing that I'm watching him, Yoochun glances up at me curiously.   We both lock eyes.   I inch my lips into a smile and he smiles back shyly then glances to his textbook.   "That one's 花 1," I say softly while pointing to the familiar Kanji on his textbook. He looks at me with a confused expression then the realization suddenly clicks in him.   "O-Oh. Yeah," Yoochun smiles a little wider, seeming surprised that I remember the words that he's taught me days before. "You remembered," I nod happily, also feeling surprised to remember them very clearly. I gently slide his textbook closer to me to have a better look, scanning through the unfamiliar words to find a familiar one that I can impress Yoochun with. He waits patiently, his eyes also scanning through the paragraphs and words on the pages.   "This one," I point to two Kanji characters, adding, "I know this. It's 日本 2! Japan!" I flash a cheeky grin at him as he laughs softly, covering his mouth with a hand.   "Yeah, that's right. You have a really good memory, Junsu-sshi," he comments once his laughs die down to silent chuckles.   "I'm surprised at myself, too. I usually don't remember things like that," I reply, "But then again, I'm pretty fantastic. The very 一番 3," he laughs again and I laugh along with him.   "What you said... That sentence... Sounds really strange. But then... Coming from a rookie like you..." Yoochun trails off, covering his mouth to hide his chuckles.   "Hey!" I whine and he laughs again, his gaze towards his book. I unconsciously observe him laugh: his smile looking so genuine and pure, his cheekbones protruding out a little as he does so, and his soft chocolate-brown eyes slightly disappearing due to his eye smile. Suddenly realizing that I'm staring at him again, I quickly avert my eyes away to the table before I get caught. Thankfully, Yoochun doesn't notice me staring or I hope he doesn't.   "Junsu, would you mind helping me?" Samithi calls for me from across the table. I look up at her, seeing her wave her arm at me and beckoning me to come and help. Her companion next to her is scooted close to her, looking as if she's stuck with whatever they're doing as well.   "Oh, sure," I say. Yoochun and I exchange glances, more so I to ask him permission for me to leave for a few seconds through our eyes, even though it's not really necessary. He sends me a smile of confirmation and so I stand up from my seat, softly muttering an, "Excuse me," before walking over to Samithi to help her.     After a few hours of studying and boring ourselves to near-death, it's time for us to call it a day and disperse to our respective homes and rooms. We pack up our things, chatting amongst each other about light topics like the latest episode of X-Factor. Slinging my bag over my shoulder, I wait for Jake to finish gathering his things so we can leave to our dorms together.   "Let's go, Chun-ah. We might miss the bus," Yunho calls for Yoochun, picking up his knapsack