"Who shit in your cereal this morning?" The younger raises his brow and cocks his head lazily to one side. "Oatmeal actually." He corrects- and sunghoon makes a face. "I don't know why you eat that stuff, it looks repulsive." He snorts, reclining on his elbows. Jungwon rolls his eyes, but a smile undoubtably creeps onto his face. He's about to open his mouth and argue when another familiar profile catches his gaze in the flurry of students pouring in. No one bats an eye, yet he can't tear his own away. They glance at her, then past her as if she were nothing, while Jungwon envies them for being closer to her than he was. Sunghoon reads the room quickly and smirks at the younger, eyebrows raised in a teasing manner. After a solid minute of staring, he turns his head back, trying to play it cool. He nudges Sunghoon's leg under the table, resisting a shy grin.

Strands of Jungwon's dark hair fall against his eyes as he writes. Irritated, his grip tightens over his pen. He tries in vain to tuck it behind his ears. He tosses his pen down with a clatter that makes Sunoo look up from beside him. He leans back against the chair and hitches his blouse sleeves to his elbows, sliding a hair tie off his wrist. He secures it between his teeth and separates the longer locks of hair before tying them at the back of his head.

He barely looks back down for a second before-

The class door clicks shut. And his eyes flit to her instantly. Heeseung stands tall behind her, hand casually motioned at the class. "This is our class. Your seat is.." he takes long strides up the velvet covered steps and stops one row short of where Jungwon's sitting. She follows suit, head down. Heeseung takes her bag and places it carefully on the table. "Here."

She smiles and bows politely. Heeseung takes it as a dismissal and he hops over a few steps and clambers to sit beside Jake to Jungwon's right and rakes a hand through his hair.