By the time everyone had packed, it was past 6 PM. Jjim was trying to find a bag of beef jerky he had apparently saved for this occasion, while Skip was trying to find his wallet.

"You need to chain your wallet to your pants or something," remarked Sunny, who had finished packing before anyone else, most likely because other than a single change of clothes for each day he had brought only the massive bag of medicines, his earphones and his charger.

"Then I'll look like a rapper," said Skip. "Ay yo."

"What do I do with the food scraps again?" asked Won Do, calling over from next to the water spigot where they had put their food scrap waste bin.

"There's a disposal site on the way out," said Skip, who had unpacked basically everything again to see if he had mistakenly put his wallet in there.

"I cannot believe I have class tomorrow," groaned Jjim.

"I think I have practice at 6 AM again," sighed Hyeonmi, checking his calendar on his phone.

"Can't we camp forever," groaned Won Do, who was already sleepy and was slightly muffled, as he was burrowing his face into his crossed arms on the picnic table.

"You will hate it by next Tuesday," said Sunny firmly. "There aren't many electrical connections—"

"Well, there aren't that many left in my brain, either," said Jjim brightly, who had found his bag of beef jerky. "Some might have regrown because of this trip though— quick, someone ask me a question."

"What's the capital of Russia?" called Pideulgi.

"M—Moscow!" said Jjim triumphantly. "Ok, success. I agree with Won Do, let's camp some more—"

Sunny blinked a few times, taken aback.

"Well, there's always the club," said Hyeonmi cheerfully. "When are we meeting this week again?"

"I have no idea, finals are soon," said Skip, sighing. "And don't you have a group practice every day this week?"

"Yeah, but they're usually in the morning," said Hyeonmi, shrugging. "The ones that aren't are Wednesday, and Friday."

"Does anyone have anything Tuesday or Thursday after class, then?" Skip asked. "I think it should work then—" 

"Tuesday.. I have a presentation for my art seminar," said Pideulgi suddenly. "It's our final project so we are going off campus—"

"I think I'm tutoring calculus on Thursday," said Won Do apologetically.

"You're already having finals?" asked Jjim, shocked. "What??"

"The semester doesn't end until June 29," said Won Do, concerned. "Why—"

"No idea," said Deulgi, shoving his binoculars-stuffed wool hat into his bag. "At least I won't have a final for that class later."

"Well Monday doesn't work because I have to take an English test after school," said Skip, sighing.

"You're taking an English test?" asked Daisy, amazed. "Which one? TOEFL?? TEPS?"

"It's the TOEFL," said Skip brightly.

"Hold on, hold on," said Sunny, waving a box of crackers. "Monday? Tomorrow? You are taking an English test tomorrow and you are just telling us this now?"

"I didn't think it was that relevant," said Skip, shrugging. "Why, do you want to take it with me?"

"You haven't s—" Sunny's voice broke on "haven't", so he cleared his throat and started again. "You haven't studied at all? Do you study at night or what?"

"I Did Study," said Skip, confused. "I've been studying for months."

"When?" asked Daisy, Sunny, and Won Do in concert.

"You have two majors—" added Daisy, whose eyebrows had still not resumed their normal location and remained suspended so high they were hidden under his hair.

Skip suddenly looked self-conscious. "I don't know, I've been studying steadily for several years, we all have—"

"Bro, I am in no way ready to take any English test," said Jjim, laughing incredulously at himself. "I can spell two things, maybe like 'N-O-O-D-L-E' and 'P-L-E-A-S-E', wow—"

"Of course he learned how to ask for ramyeon," snickered Won Do to Hyeonmi.

"You're taking an English test??" repeated Sunny again.

"Oh no, he's broken," muttered Daisy. "That's it, he's done it, Skip broke Sunny, someone write down the date—"

"Are you— are you prepared??" asked Pideulgi with amazement.

"I figured if I feel ready without constant practice then it means that I could have really learned the material," said Skip stoutly, nodding to himself.

"If I did that I'd get a score of -4," said Jjim in a low voice.

Daisy chortled with glee. "This is it, guys, our genius leader—"

Won Do actually clapped.

"Ah, please," said Skip, avoiding eye contact with anyone by hurriedly throwing his clothes haphazardly back into his suitcase out of embarrassment. "I have a lot more to learn—"

"Not enough to put off taking the TOEFL, apparently," said Sunny. "That's insane, Skip."

"I guess it may have come a little easier to me than to others," admitted Skip somewhat ruefully.

"A little—"

"I'm taking you with me when I go to the US," said Daisy.

"What, like a pocket monster—"

"Yeah! There's a reason they make those Pokéballs, you carry your Pokémon in there—"

"Like Bulbasaur," said Skip, somewhat relieved to hear a slight deviation from the previous subject.

"The genius version," said Sunny, almost fondly. "I hope your ability is being bulletproof, though, if you're going to the US—"

"You can't lose your passport, though," warned Won Do. "They won't let you back here even if you fit in Daisy's pocket—"

"He might actually fit in there," said Jjim, who had been critically eyeing Daisy's' cargo pants' massive pocket. "We could fold him up like a camp chair—"

Deulgi snorted with laughter. "A camp chair—"

"Ah, right, my wallet!" said Skip. "Has anyone seen—"

"Didn't you leave it at home?" asked Sunny suddenly. "I just remembered— you told me when we got here you didn't bring it because you thought you'd lose it— you have your ID and card in your bag—"

"Oh my God," said Skip, this time in English. "I am so dumb."

*******

It was getting dark by the time their train neared Seoul again. The flickering lights of buildings passing their windows were steadily increasing in frequency; soon the train would plunge underground into the city's intricate underground rail system.

"Wait, when are we meeting, though," asked Hyeonmi, who was hanging on to two of the train hand holds as if he wanted to immediately start doing pull-ups.

"I guess there's the weekend," said Skip. "Though it seems a shame to wait that long—"

"No, no, not the weekend," said Sunny suddenly.

Skip took out one of his AirPods; everyone turned to look at him. "What, why—"

"I'm supposed to be taking a break from seeing everyone's faces," said Sunny, making a big show of complaining.

"Why would anyone need a break from seeing my face?" asked Jjim, apparently extremely confused. He was slightly more hyped up than normal as several people on the train had looked up twice when he passed them.

Won Do rolled his eyes.

"How is the weekend different from any other day?" said Daisy indignantly. "You barely see any of us at school—"

"Sometimes I see you in the hall," he said sourly, as if it was a penalty.

Hyeonmi was losing it. "This guy—"

"Ah, because I have a job, ok," said Sunny, with a long, drawn-out sigh. He closed his eyes and turned his head towards the air vent above his head in an attempt to stave off the inevitable barrage of questions.

It was, as expected, unsuccessful.

"You— which job—?"

"Job??"

"What do you do—"

"Part-time working—?"

"Well he's not working during the week—"

"When did you start?" asked Hyeonmi finally, breaking through the other questions with something apparently innocuous enough to grant him an answer.

"Since the beginning of the semester," said Sunny stiffly, opening only one eye to stare at Hyeonmi before shutting it again. He sighed dramatically. "It's all because we live in a capitalist society that requires monetary gains to achieve success—"

"Capitalism—" said Won Do, losing it. "Are you sure you're not an economist—"

"Definitely not," said Sunny, now using both eyes to look sternly at Won Do from under his pale hair. "Those people think societies' successes start and end at the bank—"

"It's true, these days society is fixated on wealth as a measure of success," said Skip, taking out his remaining AirPod. "It's insane, people putting money over happiness—"

"Because they think money is happiness," scoffed Sunny. "The problem is everyone needs some money to do anything.. but people take it too far. There's a point where your accumulated wealth ceases to matter.. it's like a bell curve. Once you reach the necessary earnings you need to eat, and have a house, and see the doctor—" He trailed off, apparently realizing he had been hearing his own voice this entire time.

"Heaven forbid Sunny can't see the doctor," whispered Jjim to Hyeonmi, who let out somewhat of a high pitched giggle he tried to stifle with his sleeve.

"Wow, Sunny, that's the most I've ever heard you speak," said Daisy, impressed at the anti-Capitalist rant.

"Capitalism is dumb," said Won Do, with a thumbs up. "But you must need a job."

"Yeah, 'course," he said, resuming his cool demeanor. "So no weekends."

"But what is the job," wheedled Won Do insistently. "Bro—"

"Not babysitting you, fortunately," said Sunny with a raised eyebrow.

Won Do made a pouty face and tried to shove a bunch of finger hearts in his face. "Why noooot," he said, gleeful at being able to antagonize Sunny over something. Sunny swatted him away.

"Ah, you kid, get away," he groused, as if he was kicking teenagers out of his patio while brandishing a slipper.

Won Do ducked around him and peered over his glasses, trying to catch Sunny's dead-eyed stare. "It would probably be much funner than your actual job—" He pulled an exaggerated face in an attempt to make Sunny laugh.

"I doubt it," sniffed Sunny, sparing only a disparaging glance at Won Do before putting on his headphones.

"He must babysit some really cute cats then," said Won Do brightly to Deulgi and Hyeonmi.

"Must be," said Deulgi, patting Won Do reassuringly.

"I bet they're all black," said Daisy, shaking his head disbelievingly.

The following day Won Do had somehow managed to run into Sunny at the campus CU in between classes.

"They're all black, right," Won Do said suddenly, who was leaning on his elbow while watching Sunny eat instant tteokbokki.

"What?" asked Sunny crossly. His eyes had yet to completely open since he had narrowed them immediately upon seeing Won Do.

"The cats you babysit," said Won Do, eyes upturned due to his usual devious grin.

"Ah, seriously, which cats—" Sunny took a sip of milk to conceal a laugh.

"You know, the weekend job," said Won Do, scooting closer and adopting a conspiratorial tone. "That's why you always wear black, you can't see the cat fur because it blends in—"

"I do not babysit cats," said Sunny.

"Are you sure?" asked Won Do, hopefully. "You're not keeping cats from me, right?"

"I promise you, if I, for some reason, ever come across a person who wants me to babysit their cat, I will give them your number instead," said Sunny, who was trying very hard not to laugh.

"Ok bro, I'll go to class now," said Won Do cheerfully, trying to pat Sunny on the shoulder but failing after the other deftly ducked under his hand. "You must work as a boxing trainer instead," he remarked at Sunny's swerve, wiping his wire rimmed glasses on his t-shirt as he stood up to leave. "Enjoy your tteokbokki."

Sunny watched him leave suspiciously, then suddenly blinked in rapid succession and shook his head, looking as if he had suffered from an unfortunate hallucination. After throwing away the container and slinging his black bag over his shoulder, he tried to leave for his History of Ethics in Law class but promptly ran into yet another familiar face in the hallway.

"Yoooooooo," crowed Daisy immediately. "Yooooo, as soon as you say you hate seeing us in the hallway—"

"Shh, it's loud," said Sunny, horrified, looking around at the other people in the building. "This is the law building, why are you here—"

"Are they going to sue me? I have a class in the auditorium," said Daisy sunnily, in sharp contrast to Sunny's disgruntled expression.

"When does your class start?" asked Sunny dully, though appearing mildly interested.

"Mmmm.. 10 minutes?" said Daisy, in English.

"Are you taking Skip's test?" snorted Sunny, falling into step beside his friend.

"Ah, man, he's nuts," said Daisy, adding—more English— "Crazy, man."

"Oh, I meant to ask," said Sunny suddenly, "Can anyone meet during the day? Like around lunch?"

"No idea," said Daisy, rummaging through his bag for a pen. "Personally I usually have like two hours for lunch on Tuesdays and Thursdays, but I'm not sure if anyone else does."

"I'll text the group chat, then," said Sunny, yawning behind his hand.

"Must be hard," said Daisy, glancing sideways at Sunny.

"What?" demanded Sunny, turning back from looking out the window.

"You love us all so much you'd even meet us during the day," beamed Daisy.

"Ah, you—" groaned Sunny, peeved. "Go to class."

Daisy grinned and ducked around the doorway into the auditorium.

"These people," muttered Sunny, either in his head or out loud (he couldn't tell). He walked off towards his own classroom, steps significantly lighter than before.