September 3rd, 2015 (12:03PM GMT+10)

 

"Hey, Yunho! Yoochun! Where'd you guys go?" Brandon, the club's leader, asks as the pair of late-comers join us at the discussion circle.

"Yoochun's lecture took a few more minutes than needed. Something about wars?" The taller, Yunho I conclude his name is, says then looks towards his companion. The other smiles in confirmation and nods. "Anyways, what are we talking about here, guys?"   "Well, we're planning to hold an event maybe sometime next month or earlier. We're currently thinking up of ideas. You got any, oppa?" A girl, whose name from my memory is Olivia, speaks up while pushing her long and dark hair back with a flick of her wrist. Her silver bracelets dangle and clink together as she moves her arms about.   "Karaoke?" Another girl, whose name I have already forgotten, suddenly suggests with a glint in her light brown orbs.   "We already did that last time. Besides, karaoke is a bit of a Japanese kind of thing." Brandon dismisses the idea, looking around to the rest of us as if he is trying to read ideas off of our foreheads.   "Maybe a Korean barbecue. Or a food stall at one of the quads in the university." A guy, Kevin, suggests. He earns nods from the other club members and a few murmurs of agreement. "We can probably even hold up numerous food stalls rather than just camping at one spot." Kevin points out while looking at Brandon.   Brandon nods at the idea as he ponders over it in his mind, probably thinking and imagining what it will look like. He then turns to me, saying, "What do you think, Junsu?" Everyone's heads turn towards me expectantly, Kevin looking a little more hopeful than necessary.   I shrug at the idea and smile a little, "Why not? Sounds doable. I think having stalls at different areas of the university is a greater idea." Everyone nods their heads then the conversation somehow slowly goes off into a tangent: from planning about the event to more personal matters and individual conversations.   Sitting next to Brandon immediately puts me into his conversation with two others about a swimming competition against the other universities; something I'm not very interested in. I nod at the appropriate times during the conversation, pretending to look intrigued, as I take curious glances around the room to the other individuals also present.   My eyes land on one of the men who came late to the meeting; the shorter male who is having a conversation with his taller companion and Olivia. I watch him fixate his eyes to their female interlocutor despite the fact that Olivia has an obvious and greater interest to his friend rather than him. His hands are clasped together, his thumbs twiddling and his fingers quietly playing about while they rest on his lap. I can see that he isn't really talking much either, or maybe Olivia just loves to chatter.   What's his name again? Yoochun?   "Oi, Junsu." Brandon breaks my reverie, pulling me from my staring spree as I turn my head to face him and his friends. He snaps his fingers in front of my face just to check that I'm paying attention and I quickly grin with a guilty expression. He looks towards the direction I was facing just before then smirks at me in a suggestive way.   "Checking out Olivia, huh? You're just new and you're looking at the girls up and down already." One of Brandon's friends joke with a playful smirk of his own and I only laugh in response in hopes of dismissing the topic about it quickly.   "It's not like that, man." I reply while still waving my hand in dismissal and adding, "I was just glancing around. There's a lot of people here I haven't met, that's all. I was curious."   "Sure, buddy." He laughs then turns towards Brandon, patting the other on his shoulder while standing up. "Anyways, I gotta go before it gets dark out. Taking public transport home and it . See ya, guys! Nice to meet you, Junsu." He grins at me with a salute, takes his bag from the corner and leaves the room, waving at everyone else before disappearing from view. After a quick chatter, Brandon's other friend decides to leave as well as he