"It kind of smells like food in here," said Daisy, who was in the process of slinging his crossbody bag over the back of a chair. "I'm kind of hungry."

"My doctor said that people may occasionally experience sensory output in the absence of stimuli when faced with a strong enough mental signal," said Sunny matter-of-factly. "I asked him about the impact of people's perception on sensory neuron stimulation." Today his black sweater hung almost to his knees, the random silver links in the knit fabric matching the assortment of hoops in his ears.

"Why do you only give answers like this?" said Daisy, already taken aback at Sunny's comment. "Your doctor must hate you if this is the kind of stuff you ask him about."

"Doctors Hate Him," said Skip, erasing what appeared to be a review for a Society and Communications class from the whiteboard.

Daisy snorted with laughter after failing to ignore Skip's passing comment.

"You know," started Sunny indignantly, restlessly taking a sip of a half-melted iced coffee before continuing, "If everyone learned a little more about their own brain cells..."

"Could you give me a few of those?" grimaced Skip as he started piling random text books from his bag onto the desk. "Lately I'm running short."

"Aren't you supposed to be the smart one here?" scoffed Sunny. "Where would I get brain cells?

"If they sold them at the same place they sold black clothes, you'd have more than anyone in the school," snickered Daisy.

"At least I'm not using my brain cells to try and match magenta with aquamarine," he shot back, putting on airs again like a rickety old man.

"Fashion is an art form," sniffed Daisy, pretending to dab at his nose with an imaginary handkerchief.

"I think Sunny is monochrome art," said Skip, gesturing to the familiar all-black ensemble.

Daisy looked off into the distance as if he was about to recite court poetry. "Drapery on hat stand after rain, 1992."

"Oh, oh, that's it!" said Skip, pointing at Daisy excitedly. "That's totally the vibe."

"What, because of the sweater?" said Sunny indignantly. "It's supposed to be oversized, you know."

"But your legs—" Daisy was barely able to contain his mirth. The extremely skinny black jeans which Sunny had chosen that day made his rather spindly legs poke out from the baggy sweater in a way that did kind of recall the way a hat rack looks after a jacket is draped over it.

"Hey, hey, hey, isn't this going a bit far??" started Sunny again, with a supremely pained expression.

Skip interrupted the discourse to comment: "Maybe we all just have insane neurons, but I also really smell food in here."

"Just order something then," complained Sunny, sitting back in his chair.

"I'll see what's nearby here," volunteered Daisy, already turning around in his chair to reach into the zippered pocket of his bag where his phone was stowed. He suddenly stopped. "Wait, what the..?"

Skip, Sunny, and Daisy all simultaneously locked eyes with the student in the distant, shadowy corner of the classroom, who had also froze mid-bite, his chopsticks suspended over a massive plastic takeout container. He took out an AirPod with his free hand. "When did you guys come in here?" he said, extremely surprised.

Everyone knew who it was, it was hard not knowing who the most handsome person on campus was. "We've been in here for 15 minutes....?" trailed off Skip, still trying to make sense of the situation.

"Are you really eating jjimdak right now?" asked Sunny in disbelief, who seemed dumbfounded that he hadn't noticed him before.

"Ask your doctor about my neurons now," whispered Daisy to Sunny, who steadfastly ignored him.

"Yeah, I ordered.. well, it's kind of a lot, actually, does anyone want some?" The student immediately got up with the huge plastic container in tow, putting it in the center of the table. "Ah, really... if I had known you guys would come in here I would have ordered more."

"You were planning to eat all of this?" said Daisy, aghast. The container was still half full.

"Well, I didn't eat breakfast so I'm eating them all now."

"All of what? All the jjimdak in Korea?" asked Skip, who was pulling out napkins from the paper towel dispenser at the other end of the room.

Daisy raised his eyebrows in agreement.

The other student replied, "Breakfast, lunch and dinner — what is this, anyways, like a study group?" He put the steamed eggs, remaining steamed dumplings, and the few other various side dishes on the table as well.

"It doesn't look like we're studying, does it?" said Sunny, with some concern.

"Not really."

"Oh, good," said Daisy. "That is definitely not what we're doing."

"That's good news, because I hate studying," the other replied, picking up a piece of rice cake from the container and eating it appreciatively. "Eat, eat, I'm almost full anyways." He pulled out a bunch of extra chopsticks from the takeout bag. It was, as anyone could tell, a family set, so they had given him several pairs.

Sunny unwrapped some chopsticks and jabbed experimentally at a piece of chicken from his seat at the end of the table.

"Why is this like... a jjim set?" asked Skip, observing the various dishes which all had "jjim" in their name, since they were steamed or braised.

"I wanted to get a lot of muscles," snickered the most handsome guy on campus, laughing at his own joke.

Skip groaned, looking up at the ceiling for salvation. "That is so embarrassing. You're really making a joke about the gym right now?"

"Hey, what's your name again?" asked Daisy, who was eating a cheese stick. "I definitely have seen a lot of random clickbait about you on the school groupchats, but they usually just call you 'The Most Handsome Guy I've Ever Seen'."

"That's pretty much what people call me," he sniffed in reply, eating a massive mouthful of glass noodles.

Sunny started saying something like "you people..." again.

Skip interjected this time. "Well, this is sort of like a club, and we are looking for new members.."

"How often do you meet?"

"I guess.. so far we've met after 4 PM for about two hours? If we all can make it that day."

Paused chopsticks. "Nobody's in love with me here, right?"

Daisy started laughing again. Sunny sank into his chair as if he was giving up his mortal life. "Are you serious right now—"

"No, I'm serious," insisted the other student, using his free hand to push his dark brown hair out of his face. "The reason I came in here to eat is because people keep trying to give me their numbers and I'm tired of it."

"We need your number for the group chat," said Skip. "But you're safe."

"Yeah, romance is banned," said Sunny, eating a rice cake. "Are these 100% rice?"

"And they really call you Sunny..." muttered the newest recruit, who had seen everyone's names in the Kakao group chat and was already sending out weird emojis.

"Since you're tired of being called handsome, I'm proposing everyone just call this friend here "Jjim",' said Daisy. "He's the giver of Jjim."

"I'm not tired of being called handsome, I just don't want so many phone numbers—"

"Can't back out now," said Sunny, who had rolled a little quail egg over to the side of the container closest to him. "Jjim bro, eat this, you'll get more muscles."

Skip started laughing at Sunny's "gym bro" reference. "I'm adding it to the group chat. Nobody uses their real names anyways."

"Wait but isn't Skippy—"

"Yaaaaahh, come on bro, you know my name isn't actually Skip—"

Daisy almost choked on a bite of mandu. "Skippy??"

"You guys don't call him Skippy?"

"I thought it was just Skip?"

"Oh ho ho ho, the two of us go way back then, huh, true friends," said Jjim, leaning back in his chair and positively crowing with delight. "I always call him Skippy."

Skip started laughing while trying to eat a cheese stick and almost choked. Since he was attempting to prevent himself from accidentally inhaling an entire cheese stick, it sounded more like he was trying not to cry.

"Skippy is a brand of peanut butter in the United States—" started Sunny, again randomly bringing up trivia that was completely irrelevant.

"I love this club," beamed Jjim, eating an entire mandu in one bite.