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- Hypothesis: Jun Is Not That Pretty. Probably.
The list of things you expected when you picked psychology as your major was short and kind of embarrassing. You thought you'd learn how to read minds (nope), how to fix people (wrong again), and maybe how to stop crying in front of professors (jury's still out on that one).
You definitely did not expect to end up in a research lab about ‘neurochemical responses to romantic attraction.’
Even less expected was being partnered with Wen Junhui—resident pretty boy, dance major turned psych convert, and the guy who once tried to hypnotize a TA for extra credit. It almost worked.
Jun was already at your shared lab table when you arrived, feet up on the second chair, flipping through the experiment handbook like it personally offended him. He looked up as you approached, expression unreadable. Then he smiled—wide and kind and borderline smug.
“You’re late,” he said.
“You’re early,” you shot back, dropping your bag with a dramatic thunk. “What are we even doing this semester? I skimmed the syllabus, and it sounded like a dating sim disguised as science.”
Jun’s grin widened. “That’s because it is.”
You blinked.
He patted the seat next to him. “We’re going to fall in love. For research.”
You stared at him. “I’m sorry, what?”
He pulled out a laminated page from the handbook and slid it across the table like he was revealing a clue on a game show.
You read aloud: ‘Students will pair up and conduct a series of controlled experiments designed to measure physiological and psychological markers of romantic arousal and bonding.’
Your voice cracked a little on arousal .
“...This can’t be real.”
Jun leaned his chin on one hand, hair falling just slightly into his eyes. “It’s supervised by Dr. Kang. She’s been studying oxytocin and dopamine pathways for years. I think she’s trying to get a paper out of it.”
“So we’re lab rats.”
He raised his brows. “Hot lab rats.”
You rolled your eyes so hard, you didn’t think it was possible.
Still, you glanced back at the paper. Heart rate tracking, skin conductivity, pupil dilation, mood journaling, regular surveys. One prompt literally said, ‘Have participants hold hands for 60 seconds and record any notable emotional or physiological changes.’
This had to be a joke.
“Why are we doing this to ourselves?” you muttered, dragging your hands down your face.
Jun tapped the edge of the page. “Because it’s fifty percent of our final grade. And because it’ll be fun.”
You gave him a look.
He gave you the Jun look, which basically meant the same as a wink but prettier and more annoying.
“And,” he added, “because apparently, someone’s already live-blogging our class.”
Your head snapped up. “What?”
Jun pulled out his phone, tapped a few times, and slid it your way.
On screen: a Twitter account titled @JunYNSocialExperiment .
Pinned tweet: “Day 1 of Jun and Y/N’s slow descent into thesis-induced madness. Sparks may already be flying. 👀 #Psych4Luv”
You blinked again. Harder.
Jun just shrugged. “Welcome to the spotlight, partner.”
You wanted to crawl under the lab table.
Instead, you groaned and flopped onto the chair next to him. “Let’s just get this over with.”
“Not the most romantic start,” he said, mock-pouting.
You glared at him. “You better not fall in love with me, Jun.”
He grinned, and this time it was all teeth. “Too late.”
—
- Variables Include but Are Not Limited to, My Crush on You
Live-Blogging Account: [@JunYNSocialExperiment]
Tweet 13 : Jun just held Y/N’s hand during the oxytocin baseline. Her hand was shaking. His wasn’t. That man is too calm. Suspiciously calm.
Tweet 14 : Someone check if he practiced this in the mirror. #SmoothOperator
Tweet 15: UPDATE: Jun said “your hands are soft” in a tone that should be illegal in educational settings. #HRViolation
—
You don’t know who’s running the live-blog account, but you’re at least 80% sure it’s Minghao. Maybe Seungkwan. Could be both.
“Should we be worried we’ve gone viral on CampusTok?” Jun asks, voice way too relaxed for someone whose heart rate was just logged mid-hand-holding session.
You, on the other hand, are a wreck. You can feel your pulse in your teeth.
“It’s not viral,” you mutter, not looking up from your lab notes.
Jun holds up his phone: 27.4K likes on a clip of you nearly dropping your water bottle when he smiled too hard during Eye Contact Session 1.
You stare at the number. Then you stare at him.
“This is your fault,” you say.
He feigns innocence. “I’m just being a good lab partner. You’re the one getting flustered.”
“You smiled like a romance anime protagonist.”
“I was following protocol. Stimulus Response Theory. Emotional cues. It’s for science.”
Inhale. Exhale. Murder is illegal….
Dr. Kang appears at that exact moment, armed with clipboards and a polite but terrifying smile. “How are my favorite guinea pigs doing?”
You both reply at the same time:
Jun: “Deeply in love.”
You: “Deeply in denial.”
Dr. Kang nods like that’s perfectly normal and flips to the next page in her binder. “Excellent. Today we’re doing proximity tests. Sit close, back-to-back, no talking. We’ll be monitoring tension levels.”
You blink. “Tension levels?”
“Muscle stiffness, heart rate, skin conductivity.” She pauses. “And maybe some vibes.”
Jun snorts. You do not.
Five minutes later, you’re sitting back-to-back with Jun on a mat on the floor, too aware of the warmth radiating from his shoulder blades and the fact that you’re pretty sure he smells like green tea and expensive dreams.
You hear him breathe in, like he’s going to say something, then stops. A beat of silence follows.
“I can feel you overthinking,” he murmurs, voice low enough only you can hear.
You elbow him in the ribs.
He laughs silently.
—
Live-Blogging Account: [@JunYNSocialExperiment]
Tweet 16 : They’re back-to-back right now. She keeps adjusting her posture. He hasn’t moved once. I’ve never seen a man so comfortable with romantic tension.
Tweet 17 : Someone said he’s the embodiment of a smirk. Accurate.
Tweet 18: If this doesn’t end in a kiss during the Final Trial, I’m demanding a refund from the psychology department.
—
You finally snap when someone in your group chat sends a meme of your blushing face photoshopped onto a squirrel. Caption: "Me when Jun breathes."
You hold up your phone to him, nose wrinkled. “Why are they like this?”
Jun glances at it and grins. “Because we’re adorable.”
“Speak for yourself.”
“I am.” He pauses, then tilts his head. “But also you.”
You freeze.
Jun shrugs like he didn’t just ruin your nervous system. “Just an observation. Scientific.”
You toss a pen at his forehead.
He catches it—of course he catches it—then raises a brow. “Aggression noted. Possible sign of repression?”
You nearly scream.
—
- This Is Definitely a Crush, But Let’s Pretend It’s Academia
Live-Blogging Account: [@JunYNSocialExperiment]
Tweet 19: Jun just adjusted Y/N’s necklace for the "touch sensitivity test." That was not science. That was foreplay.
Tweet 20: We’re 3 sessions away from them inventing eye contact pregnancy.
Tweet 21: The TA had to step outside to breathe.
—
Group Chat: Science Is a Scam (feat. Love)
[Hao]: do u think if i bump into jun in the hallway and say “do you believe in fate” he’ll crack and confess
[Boo]: no but he’ll probably quote some philosopher and flip his hair
[Vernon]: i’m still not over how he called y/n “sunshine” in that deadpan voice like bro who trained you
[Dino]: should we start a betting pool for when they kiss
[Hao]: i already started one. dps due friday
[Boo]: why friday
[Hao]: because dr kang is making them share a blanket for the “comfort dependency module.”
[Hao]: i am not joking.
—
“I think Minghao’s spying on us,” you mutter, scrolling through the live-blog account while sitting next to Jun at a coffee shop.
Jun glances over, sipping his iced americano like nothing phases him. “I think Minghao’s rooting for us.”
You choke on your muffin.
He pats your back in a very not platonic way. “You good?”
“Define ‘good,’” you cough, “because emotionally I’m hanging on by a single neurotransmitter.”
Jun smiles, utterly unhelpful. “Let’s hope it’s dopamine.”
—
In today’s lab, you’re asked to complete a “Shared Intimacy Memory Test,” where you’re supposed to tell a meaningful memory to your partner and rate how emotionally connected you feel afterwards.
You stare at the blank paper in front of you.
“Do I tell the story where I cried in front of my professor?” you ask. “Or the one where I got stuck in a revolving door?”
Jun hums. “How about something you’d only tell someone you trust?”
You side-eye him. “You first, Casanova.”
And then he tells you about his mom’s garden.
About how she used to wake him up at 5 a.m. to water the tomatoes.
About how he hated it—until he moved out and realized he missed the smell of basil more than anything.
You look at him, quiet for a long moment.
“That’s kind of beautiful,” you say, softly.
He shrugs. “Kind of like you.”
You stare.
He doesn’t break eye contact.
The TA coughs behind her clipboard.
—
Group Chat: Science Is a Scam (feat. Love)
[Boo]: he just called her beautiful
[Boo]: i have ascended
[Dino]: do you think if i fake a nosebleed they’ll get distracted long enough to kiss
[Hao]: no but worth a try. bring a ketchup packet.
[Vernon]: i’m just here for the free drama. this is better than any kdrama i’ve ever seen.
—
Later that night, Jun walks you home after the lab.
Your shoulder brushes his.
You pretend not to notice. He pretends not to either.
“You ever think we’re just playing chicken with each other?” you ask suddenly, stopping near your door.
Jun blinks. “In what way?”
“I mean—who’s going to crack first. Say it out loud.”
He steps a little closer. “Say what?”
You look up at him, heartbeat louder than logic.
“That this... doesn’t feel like an experiment anymore.”
Jun doesn’t reply right away. Instead, he reaches up like he might touch your face, then stops.
“I’ve known since Day 2,” he admits.
You blink. “Known what?”
“That I like you,” he says simply. “Everything else has just been… peer-reviewed confirmation.”
Your heart crashes somewhere into your lungs.
But before you can reply, he adds, “I’m not asking for an answer. Not yet. But just know I’m not pretending.”
You don’t sleep that night. Your lab notes the next morning are absolute garbage.
—
- The Blanket Test and Other Forms of Emotional Torture
Live-Blogging Account: [@JunYNSocialExperiment]
Tweet 21 : If you thought they couldn’t get more domestic—today’s module is: Shared Thermal Regulation.
Tweet 22 : Translation: THEY’RE SHARING A BLANKET FOR SCIENCE.
Tweet 23: Jun said “you can have more if you’re cold” and tucked the blanket over Y/N’s knees. I am now legally married to this ship.
—
Group Chat: Science Is a Scam (feat. Love)
[Boo]: shared. thermal. regulation.
[Boo]: dr kang is a menace and also my hero
[Dino]: they’re gonna die of tension before hypothermia even kicks in
[Vernon]: y/n just told jun “you run warm” and i had to physically leave the room
[Hao]: if they don’t kiss today i’m deleting my degree
[Hao]: this is not psychology this is foreplay 101
—
Jun adjusts the blanket so it drapes evenly across your legs. You're sitting side by side on the floor of the lab’s observation room, backs against the couch, trying very hard not to make eye contact.
“So,” you say lightly, “how do you think this affects the dopamine system?”
Jun leans over. “You want the scientific answer or the ‘I like the way your voice sounds when you’re flustered’ answer?”
Your whole nervous system malfunctions.
“That’s not—” you choke, “That’s not a real research angle!”
He raises an eyebrow. “Says who? Should we test it?”
You open your mouth to argue, but then he shifts closer, shoulder to shoulder now, and all your cognitive functions dissolve.
You pretend to look at your notes.
He pretends to look at his.
Neither of you are fooling anyone.
—
Group Chat: Science Is a Scam (feat. Love)
[Boo]: jun said “you smell like vanilla and chaos” and i SCREECHED
[Hao]: i am going to physically force their faces together i swear
[Dino]: update: i told the TA i had to “check the fire alarm” so i could eavesdrop
[Vernon]: i heard jun say “i dreamt about you last night”
[Vernon]: i have not recovered
[Boo]: WAS IT SEXY
[Vernon]: no it was weirdly soft
[Vernon]: he said “you were laughing and I wanted to keep the sound”
[Hao]: i need a sedative
—
“You’re staring again,” you murmur without looking at him.
“I study human behavior,” Jun says smugly. “This is observational data collection.”
You snort, eyes still on the psych textbook in your lap. “Uh-huh. What’s your conclusion?”
He shifts a little closer. “That I’m probably completely in love with you.”
Silence.
Your fingers twitch under the blanket.
He doesn’t take it back.
You look up at him—finally—and the look in his eyes makes the air feel heavier.
You say, quietly: “I don’t know what to do with that.”
Jun smiles, a little crooked. “You don’t have to do anything. Just… don’t run.”
“I’m not running,” you whisper.
He nudges your knee with his. “Good.”
—
Later, back in your dorm, you open your phone and find 18 missed messages from Hao.
[Minghao]: : DID YOU KISS??
[Minghao]: DID YOU TOUCH HANDS??
[Minghao]: DID HE WHISPER YOUR NAME LIKE A SAD VICTORIAN POET
WE’RE DYING HERE
[Minghao]: answer or i’m going to publish the live-blog as a case study
You roll your eyes and finally respond
[You]: no kiss
[You]: just confessions
[You]: maybe next time
[Minghao]: CONFESSIONS??
[Minghao]: LIKE LOVE ONES??
[Minghao]: be so serious rn. i’m calling dr kang and declaring this a success
[You]: don’t
[Minghao]: too late. already printed matching lab coats that say “subject a’s boyfriend”
—
- Hallway Kisses and One (1) Witness Too Many
Live-Blogging Account: [@JunYNSocialExperiment]
Tweet 24 : Okay. Okay. Okay. I’m shaking.
Tweet 25 : THEY THINK THEY’RE SNEAKY. THEY’RE NOT.
Tweet 26 : Seungkwan caught them kissing outside the lab and texted us “GUYS I JUST WITNESSED EMOTIONAL NUDITY”
Tweet 27: Anyway, we won.
—
It happens between modules.
You and Jun are standing in the hallway outside Dr. Kang’s office, both slightly breathless after a long presentation on “emotional synchrony and physiological arousal,” which is ironic considering you haven’t been able to calm down around Jun for weeks.
There’s no one in the hallway. The lab door clicks shut behind you.
You lean against the wall, arms crossed loosely. Jun’s in front of you, hands in his pockets, eyes flicking from your face to your mouth and back again.
“You did well in there,” he says softly.
“You too. Especially that part where you explained heart rate increase as ‘mutual attunement’ and looked directly at me for the entire paragraph.”
Jun tilts his head, a small smirk tugging at his lips. “You noticed?”
You roll your eyes. “I notice everything.”
There’s a beat.
Then he takes a half-step closer. “Do you notice how close I am right now?”
Your breath hitches. “Jun—”
“If you don’t want me to kiss you, say something.”
Silence.
You look up at him, and whatever’s in your expression makes him breathe in sharply. He leans in—
And kisses you.
It’s gentle at first—tentative, warm. But then you’re pulling him in by the collar and he’s tilting your chin up with one hand, the other braced against the wall beside your head. The kiss deepens, and the world narrows to the space between your mouths.
Then—
“Oh my GOD. ”
You both freeze.
Seungkwan is standing ten feet away with his lunch tray, mouth agape.
There’s a long, long pause.
“…Please pretend you didn’t see that?” you say weakly.
Seungkwan drops the tray on the floor with a clatter and bolts down the hall at full speed, yelling, “I NEED MY PHONE. I NEED THE GROUP CHAT. I’M TELLING EVERYONE.”
—
Group Chat: Science Is a Scam (feat. Love)
[Boo]: EMERGENCY BROADCAST
[Boo]: RED ALERT
[Boo]: THEY WERE MAKING OUT OUTSIDE THE LAB
[Boo]: I REPEAT
[Boo]: LIP-LOCK LEVEL: ADVANCED
[Hao]: OH MY GODDDDD
[Hao]: I KNEW IT
[Hao]: LOVE IS REAL
[Boo]: jun had his hand on the WALL
[Boo]: WALL ARM
[Boo]: THE KDRAMA WALL ARM
[Dino]: i am crying. this is the most important academic day of my life
[Vernon]: are we still live-blogging or is this now a fan shrine
—
Later that night, Jun sends you a text.
[Jun]: did we break seungkwan
he walked into the kitchen and handed me a banana without saying a word
[You]: i think he’s grieving
either our friendship or the fact he wasn’t the first to know
possibly both
—
Dr. Kang enters the next lab session with a small smile and a stack of feedback forms.
“Before we begin, I’d like to commend Subject A and Subject B for their… commitment to the experiment.”
You and Jun exchange panicked glances.
Dr. Kang continues. “Some of your classmates have submitted observational reports. Very thorough. Some might say emotionally invasive , but—” she shrugs, “—that’s academia.”
You are going to kill Seungkwan.
—
Live-Blogging Account: [@JunYNSocialExperiment]
Tweet 28 : they’re holding hands in the presentation now
Tweet 29 : jun just whispered something and y/n smiled like a fool
Tweet 30 : we’re calling it
Tweet 31 : experiment conclusion: it was never about science
Tweet 32: it was always about love
—
- Confessions & Crashes (Live from Psych 301)
The final presentations were scheduled to start at 1:00 PM sharp, but the lecture hall was already packed by 12:40. Not because anyone particularly loved behavioral psych, but because the entire Seventeen Group Chat had gone rogue.
—
Specifically:
Subject: Jun and Y/N’s final presentation
Subtext: Will they combust? Will they kiss again? Will Seungkwan faint in public?
[Group Chat: SEVENTEEN Studies (🧠🔥)]
[Boo] : IM OUTSIDE THE LECTURE HALL
[Boo] : I REPEAT THE KISSERS ARE ON CAMPUS
[DK] : omg
[DK] : omg
[Joshua] : don’t cause a scene
[Boo] : TOO LATE I’VE ALREADY SWEATED THROUGH MY SHIRT
[Mingyu] : i brought popcorn
[Vernon] : i brought existential dread
[Woozi] : i brought a taser
[Soonyoung] : I BROUGHT POSTERS
[Jeonghan] : what
[Soonyoung] : [attached: “KISS ME IT’S FOR SCIENCE” banner]
[Jeonghan]: I regret asking
—
You and Jun sit near the front. There’s a half-meter of space between your seats, but the tension could punch a hole through concrete. You’re both quiet. Too quiet.
It’s been three days since the kiss.
Three days since Seungkwan caught you in the hallway and shrieked so loud the janitor dropped his mop. Three days since your group chat transformed into a fanfiction-writing frenzy, culminating in Minghao sending a 20-slide PowerPoint titled “The 19 Stages of Academic Yearning (ft. Jun and Y/N).”
And three days since you’ve said anything real to Jun.
Because how do you follow a kiss like that?
A kiss that wasn’t part of the experiment. A kiss that wasn’t data or methodology or "mutual gaze-induced arousal via stimulus proximity." A kiss that felt—
Real .
—
Your names are called. You step up.
You’re shaking. But Jun smiles at you, soft and grounding. Like he’s saying, We got this. I got you.
You start with the basics—hypothesis, procedure, variables.
Jun picks up the analysis, voice steady. “We measured cortisol levels, pupil dilation, and heartbeat synchronization during various physical and emotional interactions. Our aim was to determine whether affection, simulated or genuine, could create measurable physiological bonding.”
He pauses.
You glance at him. His jaw tightens.
Then he turns to face the audience. “But somewhere along the way,” Jun says quietly, “it stopped being simulated.”
Your stomach drops.
The room is silent.
“Somewhere between testing proximity and shared secrets… I stopped seeing this as research. And started feeling something real.”
You blink.
Oh no.
He’s doing this. Here. Now. In front of fifty students and one very emotionally fragile Seungkwan.
You step forward, whispering, “Jun—”
But he looks right at you.
“This wasn’t in the protocol,” he says, voice suddenly trembling. “You weren’t supposed to matter this much. But you do. You do.”
—
The lecture hall explodes.
[Group Chat: SEVENTEEN Studies (🧠🔥)]
[Boo] : HES CONFESSING
[Boo] : HE’S CONFESSING IN PUBLIC
[DK] : OH MY GODDDD
[Joshua] : I’M CRYING
[Woozi] : shut up i can’t hear
[Minghao] : [screenshot of Jun’s face mid-confession, zoomed in 300%]
[Soonyoung] : CAN I THROW FLOWERS
[Jeonghan] : NO
[Soonyoung] : TOO LATE
[Jeonghan] : ARE YOU ACTUALLY THROWING FLOWERS
[Soonyoung] : [attached: photo of daisies in mid-air]
[Mingyu] : THE TA IS CRYING
[Vernon] : i’m also crying but i think it’s unrelated
[Boo] : HE’S HOLDING HER HAND
[Boo]: I’M GOING TO ASCEND
—
You’re stunned. Frozen.
Jun steps closer, voice softer now. “Y/N, you don’t have to say anything. But I had to tell you. Because this was supposed to be a study in emotional bonding, and somewhere along the line, I fell in love.”
You stare.
And then you laugh—wet, shocked.
“Jun,” you whisper, “I was in love with you four weeks ago. When you spilled tea on my laptop and offered to buy me a new one.”
He blinks. “Seriously?”
“Yeah,” you say, grinning. “But the hallway kiss helped.”
The entire room loses it.
—
You’re still holding hands when your professor says, “A+, obviously. But please consider my blood pressure next time.”
Jun bows politely. You wave, dazed. The class claps like you just ended a K-drama. Someone’s live-streaming. A flower lands on your head.
—
[Group Chat: SEVENTEEN Studies (🧠🔥)]
[Joshua] : does this mean they’re dating
[DK] : DO WE THROW A PARTY
[Woozi] : i’m making a playlist
[Jeonghan] : i’m making a drinking game
[Soonyoung] : IM MAKING A TIKTOK
[Minghao] : i’m making a legally binding marriage certificate
[Boo] : [attached: selfie, red-eyed, cheeks blotchy, surrounded by tissue]
[Boo] : love is real
[Boo]: i need electrolytes
—
- Commence Emotional Graduation (w/ Seungkwan’s Fanclub)
Graduation day arrives like a fever dream. Caps flying. Gowns flapping. Sunglasses hiding tears. A dangerously unstable crowd of proud parents, confused siblings, and one emotionally possessed group chat ready to combust.
You’re standing in line to cross the stage, half-listening to the Dean’s speech and trying not to cry into your honor cords. Beside you, Jun is adjusting his gown and whispering nonsense like:
“Did you eat?”
“Is your cap on straight?”
“Do I have something in my teeth?”
“Should we kiss after we get our diplomas?”
“Too much?”
“Yes,” you whisper back, heart soft. “All of it. But I love you anyway.”
He beams so wide you almost cry again.
—
Meanwhile...
[Group Chat: SEVENTEEN Studies (🧠🔥)]
[Boo] : LISTEN UP
[Boo] : THE TIME HAS COME
[Joshua] : oh no
[Woozi] : what have you done
[DK] : i’m scared
[Boo] : I AM OFFICIALLY LAUNCHING
[Boo] : THE JUN × Y/N FANCLUB
[Minghao] : of course
[Jeonghan] : we knew this was coming
[Soonyoung] : DO WE GET SHIRTS
[Boo] : ALREADY MADE
[Boo] : [attached: “I Believed in the Science” t-shirt]
[Mingyu] : bro
[Vernon] : incredible
[Boo] : there’s a tier system
[Boo] : GOLD = saw them kiss live
[Boo] : SILVER = cried during the final presentation
[Boo] : PLATINUM = emotionally unwell since week 4
[Joshua] : so we’re all platinum
[Woozi]: against my will
—
You cross the stage.
Your name is called. The applause is normal—until SEUNGKWAN SCREAMS from the back row, holding a hand-painted fanclub banner. (Soonyoung is next to him tossing mini confetti cannons.)
You’re pretty sure the Chancellor flinches.
Then Jun crosses.
The crowd, already unstable, reaches concert-level intensity. Someone blows a kazoo. Vernon is live-streaming. Mingyu is crying. The professor who gave you an A+ on your final project wipes a single tear and nods like she’s raised you both herself.
—
After the ceremony, the chaos continues.
You’re bombarded with hugs, selfies, and “tell us everything” questions from your group chat. Seungkwan makes you pose in front of a giant “Science of Love” poster he made himself. Soonyoung forces Jun into a glitter-filled TikTok. Woozi plays an acoustic guitar version of “Can You Feel the Love Tonight” while Joshua harmonizes.
Jeonghan casually hands you a champagne bottle and whispers, “You survived academia and fell in love. You deserve this.”
—
Later, you and Jun sneak away. Sit quietly on the edge of campus, overlooking the courtyard full of chaos you’ve come to love.
He nudges your shoulder. “So... post-grad. What now?”
You smile. “We keep experimenting. With this. Us.”
He leans in. “For science?”
You laugh into his kiss. “For love.”
—
[Group Chat: SEVENTEEN Studies (🧠🔥)]
[Boo] : THEY’RE KISSING AGAIN
[DK] : I’M CRYING AGAIN
[Woozi] : we should’ve majored in drama
[Minghao] : we basically did
[Soonyoung] : LET’S THROW A REUNION EVERY YEAR
[Joshua] : …we’re still on campus?
[Jeonghan] : shut up and let the moment happen
[Vernon] : i’m writing a poem
[Mingyu] : i’m hungry
[Boo] : i’m full
[Boo]: FULL OF EMOTION