September 23rd, 2015 (2:30PM GMT+10)

  I rest my back against the backrest of my swivel chair, slowly and idly spinning around while seated in my dorm room. As I spin, my head is tilted back to look up at the white ceiling above me, my lips gripping firmly onto my black pen. I watch as the switched off light bulb on the ceiling appears to be spinning.   It's been nearly a full week since I met up with any of the Korean Society members. Since we held our event almost a week ago, Brandon has allowed all of us to have a week break from club meetings in order to catch up with homework and anything else we might have missed due to preparation for our club promotion event. So far, I've caught up with the current topics in all my subjects and most of my homework. However, my efforts to catch up have gone to the point where I'm now finding myself in pure exhaustion and frustration from too much concentration. As it is a Friday, I'm lucky that I have no classes to head to.   My stomach starts to growl, begging to be fed. With a soft sigh, I stand up from my chair, looking around my room to find something to nibble on. Seeing that there is none in my line of vision to satisfy me, I decide that it's probably best to just purchase some food from one of the restaurants or cafes in the Sir Marcus Hall.   I look down at my current outfit consisting of baggy baby blue pajama pants and a simple white wifebeater. I can't possibly go out to the public like this. Although I've seen quite a few students trudge about on campus in their pajamas, I rather prefer to go outside in proper attire. I swiftly swing my once open door to a close then change out of my clothes into a light brown khaki shorts and a red polo shirt. I grab my keys and wallet, wear my slip-on shoes, and head out of my dorm room, making sure to lock it before walking away.   Living on the third floor at one of the dormitory buildings, I use the stairs to head out as my form of exercise instead of using the elevators, greeting some friends and acquaintances along the way. The cool afternoon breeze blows on my face as I leave the compound with the noon rays shining bright. I didn't realize the wonderful day outside.   It's about a short 5-minute walk from the dormitory buildings, through a park, to the campus grounds. Aside from the usual greenery in the park, there's also a playground for kids, and benches situated all around. Since it is the middle of the day, there aren't many people around; only a small group of people sitting on the grass and chatting.   Finally reaching the university campus, I walk towards the direction of the Sir Marcus hall, avoiding students speed-walking to their next classes as best as I can. Looking ahead, I notice a familiar figure walking to my direction from a distance although it is difficult as his mouth is covered by a plaid scarf. Eyes locking with mine, I blink and try to speculate who the person is. As we both walk closer, I finally piece the puzzle together: it's Yoochun.   "Yoochun-ah." I stop in front of him, stepping aside to let students walk past easier. Yoochun does the same, his eyes smiling a little to compensate for his covered smile.   "Good afternoon, Junsu-sshi." He greets, hugging a large textbook in his hands closer to his chest. His speech is muffled by the scarf wrapped around his neck and mouth.   "It's been a while, hasn't it?" I ask with a smile of my own. For a brief moment, he looks down at his shoes then back to me, nodding in agreement. "Are you heading to any class right now?"   "No, I'm going to the library... I don't have my lecture until two hours later..." He mumbles after pondering on my question but luckily, I catch on.   "How about you have lunch with me? Have you eaten?" To this, he shakes his head 'no'. I immediately find myself smiling widely, excitedly offering, "Let's have lunch together! I'll treat you." Yoochun seems to look thoughtful at the offer, though I can't tell due to his half-covered face. He seems to hesitate but I'm determined to have him around with me. For what reason, I'm not quite so sure.   "Please?" I beg while holding my hands together in a praying gesture. He chuckles softly and finally nods to join me. I smile again and offer to hold at least some of his things. "Your textbook looks heavy." I comment while gently taking the load off of his arms. Yoochun seems to panic a little, trying to grip it back but I hold firmly to the bound text.   "It's okay. I can hold it." I assure him with a gentle smile. He looks at me with a look of uncertainty but gives up to my offer. We then start walking side-by-side to our destination.   "Why are you wearing a scarf today? Are you cold?" I suddenly ask him while glancing to my right, where he is. He looks at me then softly replies, "Yeah... I don't want my cheeks to turn red."   "Hmm, well, it is going to be winter very soon..." I comment, looking up at the sky for a brief moment. He follows my action, also looking up at the sky, then peers at me quizzically but doesn't say anything further.   As we arrive the building, Yoochun follows me as I head straight to an Italian stall. Once there, I ask him what he wants, to which he frowns upon and insists on paying for his own. I give up after many unsuccessful attempts to persuade him and buy myself margarita spaghetti while he opts for carbonara.   We find a table by the corner of the cafeteria area and sit down, eating our food in silence. The silence isn't awkward, though. Additionally, there are conversations from other tables as background noise.   (Author's Note: I've included some background music! Scroll down to the YouTube video ^^)   After finishing our lunch, I quickly lead Yoochun to a cafe, immediately thinking to buy him hot chocolate or maybe a coffee, if he wants it. I turn towards him as we stand a bit far at the counter, contemplating our order. "What would you like?"   "Is it really okay?" He asks in his soft voice, pulling on the scarf that was once around his mouth since we're now inside the warm complex. His slightly pink lips press together into a thin line as he eyes the menu above the baristas' heads in front of us. I look at the menu, too, pondering on what to get. I eventually decide for a black coffee, since I'm going to need a lot more concentration after this.   I turn towards Yoochun again, nudging him lightly with my elbow, smiling while saying, "Come on. Pick. It's my treat, really." He visibly pouts then decides on a small mocha and "nothing else". I then politely instruct him to find a table for the both of us while I order. He nods at my instructions, quickly takes his textbook back from my hands, then skimpers along to find a good spot to sit at.   After ordering and receiving the cups of coffee from the kind barista, I look around the slightly dim-lit area for a black-haired head with a red hued scarf. I finally find him sitting at a two-person table in the middle of the cafe, blissfully reading his textbook. The corner of his lips are lifted up slightly but not too much; similar to the mysterious smile of the Mona Lisa. Whether intentional or his natural expression, I will never know.   "He