September 13th, 2015 (12:34PM GMT+10)

 

Three weeks have passed and I have fallen into a new routine that includes soccer practice two times per week with the university soccer team (along with Jake), and club meetings with RKS thrice per week. It's quite unusual to have club meetings three times in a week. However, considering the upcoming event we're planning to hold, it's understandable that our club leader, Brandon, wants everything to be perfect despite the fact that we will only set up a small number of food stalls around the university campus for a full day.

  The club meetings are all the same in terms of format: we all gather in the same classroom located inside the law building where Brandon briefs us on anything that's been set as well as new information to get us all in the know. We then either discuss the food menu or assign jobs for the event day or anything else related to the event then split up in the classroom into our own little private conversations, some of us going to do our individual tasks like making banners or designing the fliers to promote the event.   I have indeed made a number of new acquaintances as well as a few new friends through RKS and the soccer team. I've met different students, who are doing different courses in different amount of years, all having different unique personalities of their own. I know and frequently see Kevin Wang whom I practice soccer with around the campus, who transferred from Hong Kong for better studies. Aside from being an exercise freak with his buff arms and strange addiction to wearing sleeveless shirts even in the cold, he's also a pretty silly guy.   I also know more about Olivia, the girl who has an obvious interest in Yunho; how she's currently studying for her degree in Accounting, but secretly wants to be a fashion designer and is currently thinking of new fashion ideas. There's a rumor going around throughout the club that she now has an interest in me but I'm not going to ponder about it. There is also Yunho, Yoochun's best friend; a very good basketball player as well as an admirably independent guy and highly studious. Even though he still has a few more years ahead of him until his success, I can really picture him to be a very successful entrepreneur.   Certainly, I know a lot more people than I used to and I've grown accustomed to the quirky antics playing on sometimes in the club meetings. University has turned out to be more fun since I've joined these groups.   Today is a little bit different than the usual. As I wait for the meeting to start while chatting with the other members about trivial things, the door opens to reveal Yoochun entering by himself. Wearing a striped top, shorts that drop just below his knees, navy blue slip-on shoes and his usual backpack slung over one shoulder, he quietly walks across the room to drop his bag on the floor along with the other bags. No one seems to pay longer attention to him, except to say hello, than myself. My eyes follow him as he moves around the room to sit at a spot by himself, my ears blocking out anything my interlocutors are uttering.   Feeling like I should at least say hello to him, I excuse myself from the little group talking about ducks and move myself towards Yoochun who's now sitting by himself at a desk while holding what appears to be a novel. When he notices me approaching, he looks up with wide orbs then smiles. I smile back and sit myself across from him, perching my arm on the desk in between us.   "Hi." I greet.   "Hello, Junsu-sshi." He greets politely, his fingers playing with the pages of his book as he speaks. "What can I do for you?"   I lift my eyebrows curiously at the odd question. Strange how he asks me this, as if I'm some sort of customer to him rather than a fellow friend.   "I'm just dropping by to say hello. You can drop the formalities, Yoochun-sshi." I smile warmly at him. He glances towards his book, his lips quirking to the side as he thinks about my request to drop formalities. "Where's Yunho? Is he coming in late?"   "Ah, Yun is sick today so he won't be able to come. I'm by myself today." He answers while nodding slowly. His eyes then peer up to me and he smiles a little. I smile in return while observing him up close and looking at his facial features. By the time I realize that I'm staring too much, I find myself looking into his light brown eyes staring right back at me. He blinks and I blink, too.   "Umm..." I start nervously as I immediately break eye contact while sitting back on my chair. Why do I always find myself staring at him? "Sorry, that was probably rude of me." I find myself half-whispering, surprised at myself at the sudden polite