September 18th, 2015 (10:45AM GMT+10)

  My phone alarm suddenly chimes. Its loud ringing fills my whole dorm room, jolting me awake and leaving me to groan on my bed in annoyance before setting the damned alarm off. I sit up groggily and a long sleepy yawn escapes my lips, my hands not bothering to cover it up. Looking at my phone again in my hands, I check the time.   7:46AM.   Swinging my legs off the bed, I get up and drag myself to the bathroom to get ready. I take a quick cold shower to finally wake myself up then towel off and dress into simple but presentable casual clothing; a navy blue paid-printed button up and light brown chinos.   Today is Ridgeford Korean Society's event so dressing simple but presentable is most ideal. Each of the current members have been assigned an allotted stall to look after for the whole day. I've been assigned to the stall close to the Sir Marcus Hall, close to the bus stops,  so we can be easily seen by students arriving to the university through public transportation.   Lucky for me that today is also Friday, which means I have no classes to attend to today.   After checking over myself one last time, I grab my wallet, the keys to my dorm room, and slip on my shoes, heading out the dorms for the day ahead.     "Annyeonghaseyo! Would you like to try some delicious Korean food?" I greet a passerby who's hair is dyed with bright blond. He politely smiles while shaking his head, picking up his pace to walk away from me while tugging his bag along. With a frown, I turn the other way to target other passerbys coming my way from the direction of the bus stops.   It's currently noon and my group has already sold some Korean food to lots of people. Even though we managed to sell a lot so far, most of them were just in it for the food. Majority of the party we managed to get their attention wanted no part to join our club. Nevertheless, there were a few willing new members who signed up to join.   Yoochun is also at the same alloted stall as I am. What surprises me is that Yunho has been assigned to a different food stall, leaving Yoochun alone, which is peculiar since the best friends are practically inseparable unless in dire circumstances. Brandon probably messed up a bit when he allocated us.   Glancing over my shoulder to where Yoochun is standing a few feet away from me, I see him once again struggling to hand out fliers to students passing by. His shy smile doesn't seem to be working as he outstretches his hand with a flier to anybody, not uttering a single word and relying solely on his tiny smile to win people over. Mostly, he's just ignored. On observation, his eyes mostly shift about, probably looking for someone else who looks easy for him to approach. His brown orbs land on me for a few seconds, his eyes seeming to be pleading for help.   With a reassuring smile, I walk over to him as he keeps his eyes on me, slightly frowning in disappointment.   "Having trouble?" I ask him and he nods, looking around at the sea of people passing by us in worry, which is normal for an afternoon in the campus. He bites his bottom lip then glances at me again.   "Let me help you." I say, reaching for the small pile of fliers on his hands. His hands jerk back quickly in some sort of reflex then he immediately looks at me with regret.   "I'm sorry, umm." He mumbles a little too softly,  almost inaudible, nervously shuffling with the fliers and giving me half of his pile instead. He bows his head down so his fringe covers his eyes. "It's just difficult for me to do this..."   "It's okay, Yoochun. I'm right here. Try to relax, alright?" I reach my hand to his back, rubbing it lightly while clutching the fliers with my other hand. A smile forms on his lips as he faces me again then he looks around him to continue his task.   "I'll stay closer to you, how about that?" I ask him. Yoochun looks at me abruptly, maybe not expecting such an offer from me. His face furrows into a contemplative look then the corners of his lips slightly curve up. Suddenly, his eyes reflect a newfound level of confidence, despite even just a small one. I smile as well and don't say more, looking around to hand out promotion fliers to anyone I see with Yoochun by my side. Sometimes, I let him give a flier while I briefly explain about our club, which puts him at ease for not having to worry about talking.   A clap on my shoulder jolts me in surprise. Snapping my head around to look behind me, J