JaeJoong nodded and nodded as if he knew it all along and wasn't surprised. Then, omo…! He clasped two hands over his nose and mouth, 'Ehh?!' His huge rounded eyes dilated as he shied away from YunHo and drew his body farther from him. 'What?'

YunHo just looked at him with a faint smile. 'Yeah, yeah it's true.' JaeJoong brought his hands close to his chest. 'What?' JaeJoong asked again in a shallow breath. YunHo chuckled and stroked JaeJoong's back. 'Relax. Calm down. Breathe.' 'Hya…' JaeJoong exhaled light-headedly, he checked his watch. 'I'm heading off to my next class.' He took this opportunity to grab his books and leave the table. He checked his schedule. His next class was Arts Management. YunHo got up from his seat too, saying to the three, 'See you around.'

The three of them were flabbergasted, but then recovered at the same time. YooChun complained, 'I'm so surprised. Yah, why did they keep this from us for so long? We have a right to know too.' ChangMin agreed with a wicked smile on his face, 'True. True. So surprised.' JunSu commented in his squeaky voice, 'It's expected… this kind of thing, right? They were president and vice-president of karate club back in Seika High, romance is bound to find them.' Everyone looked at him. YooChun laughed heartily.

ChangMin noisily heaved his signature sigh, a snore-like sound emitting from his throat. 'Stop bursting our bubbles, JunSu ah,' they teased. 'No, no. I'm trying to mesh together with you guys,' JunSu squeaked adorably.

'What's your next class? Mine's Arts Management,' said JunSu. 'Really? Mine too,' answered YooChun. ChangMin showed them his schedule. Then, they realized that all three of them had the same class every Thursday after breakfast. ChangMin spoke, 'That's odd, I never see you guys in the lecture hall.'

JunSu reasoned, 'Because theRe were too many students to spot your friend from the crowd.' After some time, they exited the cafeteria for their next class.

JaeJoong entered the lecture hall. It was huge with the type of seats you'd normally see in an auditorium. The benches and long tables rose towards the back of the class, each row higher than the one before it. He walked up the middle aisle and slipped into one of the benches, sitting at the very end of the bench, not bothering to wriggle his way to the middle. Someone, out of the blue, scooted right up beside him.

He shivered at the presence of a dreadfully familiar aura next to him. JaeJoong turned to see his nightmare – YooChun, smiling sweetly back at him. JaeJoong widened his eyes and recoiled in utter shock, petrified beyond words, so shocked that the dramatic sway of his body propelled him off the bench. 'Ow!' Despite all the pain and shame of falling on his butt, JaeJoong could only stare up at YooChun with innocent terror written across his face.

'Yoo-YooChun,' stammered JaeJoong panickedly.

But the other man just spat out an uncontrollable laughter. 'Pfff! What happened to you? Don't I always sit next to you in this class?'

What? I'm ignoring you. Didn't you almost molest me the other day? What with the French kiss and everything? Trying to pretend you had a memory loss? I couldn't have hit you that hard with the ceramic bowl, could I have?

'You know, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to do the things I did to you that day.' YooChun had a most worried look on his face.

Oh, so you remember huh? Still, doesn't change a thing. JaeJoong pretended YooChun didn't exist, and then clambered back onto the bench. He kept his eyes off other students and looked only at his books and the large blackboard ahead, while placing a fist near his mouth and coughing a little.

YooChun tried to get his attention by shaking his wrist but was slapped off by JaeJoong. Persistent, he continued to shake the other guy's wrist with the most lovable pout possible. JaeJoong slapped his hand off again and said, 'Don't touch me.'

YooChun muttered to himself in a low voice, 'He thinks his wrists are so expensive.'

'I heard that.' JaeJoong turned and forcefully slapped YooChun's shoulder. He did intend to slap with force, but the manly strength to beat someone into a pulp simply doesn't exist in JaeJoong. He winced and flapped his red hands in the air for slapping too much.

'Ow, it hurts.' YooChun rubbed his shoulder while complaining in a voice dripping with sarcasm.

JaeJoong pouted unhappily and started punching instead of slapping.

'Ah, it really hurts. Please don't kill me,' drawled YooChun in a tone that sounded more relaxed than tortured. Ah, a nice massage session.

'Yah, stop fighting. You guys look like a bunch of kids,' said JunSu, who approached them from the other side of the bench and sat beside YooChun.

YooChun commented, 'What a thing to say from someone who even sounds like a kid.'

JunSu inhaled sharply as if gathering breath to curse a long stream of words at YooChun. But knowing that the state of his voice would only amuse him more, JunSu said, 'Say that again and I'll take photos of you sleeping naked, then post them on the internet.'

Someone behind them sighed noisily. 'Don't you have any better threats to make other than posting our naked pictures on the internet?'

JaeJoong, YooChun and JunSu turned their heads to see ChangMin sitting at a higher bench behind them, looking all superior and devilish. Kachak! A camera flashed at the three.

JunSu immediately shouted, 'Yah, stop taking pictures however you like!' JaeJoong, who shielded half of his face with the back of his hand, sported a shy smile. 'ChangMin ah, don't do that. It's embarrassing.' YooChun's eyes flickered between the camera and its owner – ChangMin. With a smile still lingering on YooChun's lips, he said to no one in particular, 'That kid wants his camera thrashed by someone else.' He sighed.

ChangMin laughed uncontrollably, at the same time trying to keep his voice low; they were still in the lecture hall after all. Though the lecturer hasn't arrived, there were many students glancing at their direction then averting their gazes when caught looking. A distant conversation vaguely reached their ears.

'Did you check our campus' official website this morning?'

'Yeah, JaeJoong's at the top for this week's poll, isn't he?'

'He really does look hotter than usual. Kya!' JaeJoong felt his heart beat faster.

'Who got to the second place for this week's campus' hottest guys?'

'It's YunHo.'

Someone gasped. 'The freshman?! I saw him in campus' once! I thought his face looked new. Isn't he too good looking to be a freshman?'

'I totally agree!'

'If only YunHo is in this class with those five, we'd be able to look at the campus' five hottest guys every Tuesdays and Thursdays!' The boys squeezed their eyes shut at the girly squeals, like this à XD.

YooChun and JaeJoong let out a sigh similar to ChangMin's by snoring through the throat. All four turned back to their books quietly and stopped fussing around.

While JaeJoong leaned his chin on the end of a pen he's holding, YooChun nudged JaeJoong's arm with his elbow and asked, 'Are you and YunHo dating?'

'Yeah,' mumbled JaeJoong. Then he suddenly sat upright and said, 'So stop molesting me, pervert.' He hit YooChun one last time futilely and then returned to his original position – resting his chin on the pen's end over a book.

A sly smiled suddenly appeared on YooChun's face. 'I bet it's the thing you do every night that got both of you to the top two.'

JaeJoong's head turned slightly, his eyes glancing sideways at YooChun. 'Tsk,' he made a sound of disapproval by putting his tongue behind his teeth and sucking in air. Try saying that again.

'What about me? What are you guys talking about? I want in too,' squeaked JunSu in his dolphin voice.

When their lecturer entered the hall, the students quietened their chatter; the flipping of papers and the ticking of pens wafted across the chamber.

After the lesson, they got up one by one and descended the aisle. YooChun happened to see a small piece of paper falling out of JunSu's bag. 'Jun…,' his words faltered when he realised that it was a photo, and the man in the photo was YooChun himself. He picked it up and noticed some scribbles at the lower corner of the picture saying, 'I love you, YooChun. Love, JunSu.'

…

Eh?