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“So…”
“So.”
“So.”
“So?”
“Can you guys stop?” Seon groaned, slamming his head into the table.
“Agreed.” Geonu took a sip from his water bottle.
“Bitch, you literally started this,” Jungwon swore. Heeseung choked on his food, and Seon sighed. Jimin and Jay were laughing manically, while Sunghoon, Niki, and Jaeho were being the nice, mildly responsible kids they were and minding their own business.
“Who taught you that?” Heeseung choked.
“Kyungmin,” Jungwon cackled.
“Jo Kyungmin?” Euijoo shouted. “No fucking way.” And he dissolved into laughter at Heeseung’s face.
“Okay, back to the topic,” Seon snapped. “New recruits for your dance club.”
“Oh?” Heeseung raised an eyebrow, grinning. “How many?”
“Let’s see…” Seon counted the papers in his hands. “Three I think.”
“And how many new recruits for the music club?” Geonu asked.
“Three.” Seon shuffled his papers around. Heeseung let out a quiet “Yes!”.
“And by any chance, are you one of them?”
“No.” Seon shook his head. “Actually, scratch that, make it four, I’ll join.”
“Score!” Geonu shouted. “Take that, Lee Heeseung!”
“Fuck you!” Heeseung snapped back. He turned to Seon. “When do we meet the new people?”
“I told them to come down here at lunch, so in a few minutes. I did the same with the recruits for your music club,” Seon nodded towards Geonu, “so there’s no need to worry.”
“How do we all magically have a free period today?” Nicholas asked, flopping onto an empty desk. They were currently all in Class 10-C, which was usually empty.
“You don’t. It’s just for today, so, you know, you can get ready, and introduce yourselves to the new members,” Seon answered.
“Then what about those on the sports teams?” Jay asked. “They’re still in class?”
“They have coaches, so it’s fine. Your clubs, on the other hand, are run by students, so you guys a free period today to prepare. It’s only today though.” Seon shifted through his papers again.
“I think they’re here,” Jaebeom called out. “I see a bunch of students coming this way.”
“Open the door than, I’ll walk you all through introductions.” Seon sighed. “What time is it?”
“11:29.” Jay checked his watch. “So basically, lunch.”
“Club activities can begin, I guess.” Heeseung clapped his hands.
“Okay, introductions.” Seon slid off the desk he was sitting on and stood up. “I’ll start with music club first.” He walked towards the people lined up at the door. “Come in, we don’t bite.” Seon said.
“Nice to meet you.” Euijoo smiled. “Welcome.”
“Okay, introductions.” Seon clapped his hands. “For music club, we have three new members. Daniel from America, he’s new here. In 9th grade.” Seon pointed towards the tall, confused looking boy. “Noh Sungchul. You probably remember him from last year’s talent show. 10th grade. And finally, Kim Sunoo. 10th grade. You probably know about him already.” Seon took a breath. “Okay you three, these are your new club members. Lee Geonu, the leader, Jeong Jaebeom, and Byun Euijoo, all in 11th grade.”
“When you mean new club members, do you also mean them?” Daniel asked, pointing towards the members of the dance club.
“Not technically, no.” Seon stopped to think for a moment. “Though you’ll probably be seeing a lot more of them in the future, considering the our clubs basically meet up everyday.”
“Seon, new recruit, you forgot to introduce yourself,” Geonu called out.
“Huh?” Seon sighed. “Oh. Yeah. I’m Choi Seon, a member of the student council and the supervisor of the dance club as well as a new member of the music club. Nice to meet all of you.”
“Likewise.” Sungchul bowed. “It’s nice to meet you.”
“Okay onto dance.” Seon glanced at his papers. “Four new members. Taki, from Japan. Grade 9. Yoonwon, grade 9. K, from Japan. 12th grade.” Seon gestured towards the 4 mentioned students. “Guys, these are your new club members. New club members, this is your dance team. Lee Heeseung, basically the leader. Park Sunghoon, a figure skater. Jay from America. Nicholas, from Taiwan. Choi Jaeho and Chu Jimin. All six are in 11th grade. Hanbin, from Vietnam. Basically the founder of this club. 12th grade. Yang Jungwon. He did taekwondo. 10th grade. And finally, Niki. 9th grade, from Japan. This is your dance team.” Seon took a breath. “Introductions are done. Any questions?”
“Is what happened this morning a regular occurrence?” Daniel asked.
“What happened this morning?” Seon looked confused.
“Oh, nothing, Nicholas was just waving a pair of Jay’s shorts around while Jay was yelling out every curse word in the book and beating him up,” Jimin cackled. “Oh and they had a dance battle again, this time to decide who had better hair.”
“Who won?” Euijoo asked.
“No one, both their hair is full of sweat and stinks anyways.” Jimin shrugged. Cue Jaycholas choking him in the background.
“Oh, that.” Seon raised a questioning look and Daniel nodded. “Yeah, that happens a lot, it’s nothing new. Last year, there was this one time where Nicholas was waving around all of the members’ underwear. Oh and Jake’s too.”
“What the fuck?” Jake asked out loud. “Seriously?” He shot the Taiwanese boy (who still had Jimin in a headlock) an unimpressed glance.
“Did that seriously happen?” K asked hesitantly.
“Yeah, Sunghoon beat him up in front of the entire school after that.” Seon sighed. “Anymore questions?”
“Is he a member of the dance club?” Daniel asked, pointing at Jake.
“No, that’s just Jake. He does basketball. Which reminds me, shouldn’t you be down meeting with your coach?” Seon shot the Australian boy a questioning glance.
“Yeah, get going.” Sunghoon was quick to try and shoo the boy out of the room.
“Coach is away today.” Jake shot Sunghoon a sly grin. “Looks like you’re gonna be stuck with me for today.”
“Fuck you,” Sunghoon cursed, flipping the Autstralian boy off.
“You know,” Heeseung looked amused, “if the sports teams were still supposed to be in class last period, then wasn’t Jake technically skipping?”
“He was.” Seon shrugged. “Not that I care.”
“Aren’t you a member of the student council?” Yoonwon asked.
“Yes, and?” Seon shot him a questioning gaze.
“Isn’t it your job to like make sure students don’t skip class?”
“Well yeah, but it’s not like I really care.”
“He’s a senior.” Heeseung shot the clueless students in front of him a smile.
“Oh.”
That explains everything.