"It's pumpkin and chicken breast," said Skip, about his sandwich. He still had one EarPod in and his beanie was askew.

Sunny, evidently noticing this, raised an eyebrow and asked, "Did we catch you as you were ditching school?"

"I," said Skip, indignantly swallowing a bite of his sandwich but appearing to have managed to tear off only bread, "saw the chat, unlike some people." He glanced sideways at Hyeonmi, who, to nobody's surprise, was studiously stirring a packet of chicken breast and brown rice with a tiny spoon.

"Why," protested Hyeonmi, glancing up and realizing Skip was talking about him. "One of you guys would have found me anyways—"

"Which I did," said Deulgi smugly, as if he had rescued a cat that was stuck in a tree.

"Ah, seriously," said Won Do indignantly, "like it's that hard to look at your phone—"

"I did look at my phone," said Hyeonmi with surprise, "Deulgi texted me to look at the group chat—"

"What?" said Sunny, not believing his ears. "You've got some bias—"

Won Do, who suddenly exploded into silent laughter, found the revelation that Hyeonmi apparently only got notifications from direct texts sent by Pideulgi extremely funny.

"If Jjim would stop getting into emoticon wars with Daisy during class or keep sending everyone mobile invitations to play MapleStory then I wouldn't have to turn the notifications off," said Hyeonmi, through a mouthful of chicken.

"Guys, I'm in a crisis," said the guilty party himself, holding a stack of moderately crumpled papers and waving them in the air importantly, as if he had just introduced democracy to Korea. Jjim look flushed, as if he had run across campus to get there.

"It must be bad; your neck matches your tie," said Daisy brightly, stuffing a handful of highlighters back in his bag as he sat down.

It was true that the pink tie Jjim was wearing with the odd combination of a checkered shirt only made the pink around his neck and ears more obvious.

"What's this drama about," asked Deulgi interestedly, as if he was asking about a new television series.

"I have a sudden quiz next lecture," Jjim moaned, casting his face away from the papers as if the mere sight of them was taking minutes off his lifespan.

"How can it be sudden if you knew about it before class?" asked Sunny with suspicion in his narrowed eyes.

"I'm in that class," said Skip suddenly. Everyone else immediately turned to look at him. "The quiz isn't a surprise, the professor sent an email out about it two weeks ago—"

"Why wasn't I aware," lamented Jjim. "I heard from some person in my last class- they're probably penalizing me for being handsome—"

There was a collective eye roll. Jjim looked up suddenly and frowned at Skip.

"You're in my writing seminar?" he asked, just realizing what Skip had said. "I have never seen you in that class, literally not once—"

"It's a requirement," said Skip ruefully, looking at his sandwich thoughtfully.

"What's a requirement," asked Hyeonmi, his earrings jingling.

"Skipping the whole class?" asked Jjim sourly.

"Something that you are obligated to do," answered Won Do, whose forte was clearly not contextual analysis.

Pideulgi overheard this and looked very concerned. "I'm glad you're good at math, Won Do—"

"It can't be checking your email, or he would have already failed," drawled Sunny. Daisy clapped the bereaved Jjim on the shoulder.

"I'm not skipping the whole class," said Skip indignantly. "I'm going in today to take the quiz—"

"I'll tell the teacher you're not a real student," said Jjim stoutly. He shook the papers again. "Ah, seriously."

"They give quizzes in writing seminars now?" remarked Deulgi. "Interesting."

"It's to check we've read the book," explained Skip.

"Which book??" blanched Jjim, suddenly whiter than the papers he was holding.

Skip sighed and looked at Jjim with a painful smile. "The book.. that we were assigned.. at the beginning of class.."

"The one about the guy whose car breaks down with his friends during a carjacking and he hides from police in a convenience store but then they try to put up a front that they're a real convenience store?" asked Jjim, seemingly remembering the entire plot in one brainwave.

"No," said Skip, clapping him on the shoulder out of pity. "It was the Nine Cloud Dream—"

Daisy lost it, nearly doubling over from laughter. "Bro—"

"Wait, I remember this," said Jjim impatiently. "The shaman had like 9 wives because he was so handsome—"

"Shaman— he was a MONK!" said Sunny, as if that was going to get Jjim 100 points on the quiz.

"Oh thank god, you do remember," said Skip, palpable relief in his voice. "Just read a summary online to refresh your memory before the test, you should be fine—"

"Is it even legal to have nine wives if you're a monk?" asked Won Do, looking concerned.

"No, he saw some fairies on accident while walking so he got transported into a different dimension where it was totally fine to have nine wives, as punishment." said Skip.

"Well he didn't think it was a punishment," Won Do said. "From what I remember he had a great time—"

"Sounds like a punishment to me," said Jjim darkly, who was constantly trying to avoid people's romantic interest in him.

"In the end they disappear, though, it was a dream to teach him the value of life's impermanence and that the only thing that is permanent is your own enlightenment," said Sunny in a dull voice.

Everyone suddenly noticed Jjim was taking notes.

"Yah, yah," said Sunny indignantly, pointing at him. "Don't forget to cite me—"

Jjim waved him off and resumed scribbling notes. "I think I can pass if I talk about enlightenment," he said thoughtfully, reading over what he had written.

"You don't even know the questions," Daisy pointed out, laughing.

"Just do your best," suggested Won Do. "It's not like you have any other options—"

"That's right," Jjim declared. "We should adapt to situations as we encounter them."

"Speaking of adapting, I guess this is the first time we've met at lunch," said Skip, finally straightening his beanie, as he had finished his sandwich while Jjim was soliloquizing his woes about the quiz.

"Well there's not enough time to order takeout so that's probably why," said Jjim, seemingly having erased the quiz from his mind following the change of subject.

"We aren't an eating club," insisted Pideulgi firmly, who was the main articulator of the club goals ever since they had figured out how to gain club status on campus.

"No, we just eat at every meeting," said Hyeonmi with a grin.

"Doesn't that make it an—"

"Everyone walks around campus but it's not 'walking club'," said Skip pointedly. "It's not like we aren't allowed to eat dinner because it's not the main reason we meet." There was a brief silence after that.

"That.. is true," said Jjim slowly. "Ok, agreed."

"Wait so why are we meeting again?" asked Sunny pointedly.

"He's talking like this even though he suggested meeting today," said Daisy, breaking into laughter. "Bro—"

"This was your idea??" asked Jjim incredulously, "I thought it was Skippy's."

"No," said Skip, also highly amused. "Sunny texted me on Monday— he seemed to imply that we had to meet this week no matter the time."

"I didn't word it like that," sniffed Sunny, as if he could not remember having such a sentiment in his life.

"We know," said Won Do, patting Sunny gingerly on the shoulder understandingly.

Sunny huffed irritably.

"Well, we do need to discuss which idea we are going for for the themed day," reminded Skip. "The deadline to submit our idea is next Friday, but it's better to do it earlier so we have enough time to promote the event."

They had previously been discussing doing a school-wide themed dress event where people could get a coupon for one of the campus cafes if they wore a specific item that was meant to show off their individuality. However, they still hadn't made a decision on precisely what would be easy enough for most students to already have in their closet but still be unique enough that it would be easily distinguishable.

"I still think headbands," said Jjim. "It would be funny if everyone showed up with headbands."

"Yeah but not everyone owns those," complained Won Do, "And they only sell like two types, cat ears and the like.. ones you use to wash your face—"

"People who go to kpop concerts a lot must have headbands," said Hyeonmi thoughtfully.

"Well, true, but this isn't like.. a fan promo event," said Skip, "Then isn't it more about the fan merchandise and not necessarily the people wearing it?"

"Yeah, I guess that's right," said Daisy. Hyeonmi nodded along.

"What if," said Sunny, "people just wore, like, one bright color?"

"Are you saying this because you would never do that, ever?" asked Won Do suspiciously.

Monochrome Sunny looked like the least likely person to suggest such a thing, with his black shoes, black joggers, black t-shirt, and today, black rimmed glasses with a jet black velvet headband. Only his pale arms stuck out of his shirt like they'd been photoshopped on.

"I'm just saying, people on campus tend to wear neutral colors like 80% of the time, but I doubt all of them would say that their favorite color is navy blue or khaki or grey," he pointed out.

"As opposed to you... whose favorite color is evidently black?" laughed Won Do.

Sunny said something then that halted all conversation immediately. "My favorite color is white," he said, as if everyone knew this already.

The room went silent.

"What??" asked Daisy, incredulous.

"What on earth?" asked Won Do, similarly shocked.

"Then why do you wear black literally every day?" demanded Jjim. "We deserve answers—"

"Because then I don't have to plan outfits," Sunny said, shrugging.

"You—" said Won Do, laughing. "Do you even own anything white—"

"Obviously he owns a lot of sunscreen," muttered Daisy.

Deulgi and Hyeonmi, who were in earshot of this, both snorted with laughter.

"Yes," said Sunny mildly. "Of course I do, I don't wear all black to work—"

"You don't?" asked Skip with some surprise.

"So wait, you wear colors on the weekends?" asked Deulgi, fascinated by this development. "You don't always wear black???"

"But the cats—" said Hyeonmi.

"It wasn't cats," said Won Do, "I asked him, remember?"

"For the last time, I do not babysit cats!" Sunny sighed, "I have no idea where you got that idea—"

"Cats seem like they'd like you," said Won Do, shrugging.

Sunny looked at Won Do like he had just turned into a cat himself.

"Then what's the job?" asked Jjim, "Also why won't you tell us, are you an exotic dancer—"

Skip positively wheezed into laughter. Won Do laughed so hard he wasn't making any noise whatsoever. Hyeonmi, meanwhile, sounded like a deflating balloon.

Sunny rolled his eyes, unfazed by Jjim's ridiculous comment. "I can't tell you because it'll ruin my image."

"Whyyyy," wheedled Daisy, "unless you smuggle prescription medicines—" He was obviously referencing the legendary bag of pills Sunny had taken on the camping trip.

"I use those," Sunny replied hotly. "Most of them are vitamins for my weak eyes and delicate constitution—"

Skip coughed suspiciously like he was hiding a laugh.

"You look like a pro in jujitsu," Pideulgi informed Sunny firmly, having considered Sunny's headband.

"I think he just looks like one," cringed Won Do.

"Man," complained Sunny, "If I was doing jujitsu I could knock you guys out with my fingers only—"

"You mean 'legs'?" asked Jjim, "If so, I can understand the confusion—"

"I have really strong fingers since I used to play piano," Sunny explained, which did not in any way make his previous claim more legitimate.

"Fingers don't have muscle—" started Skip automatically.

"Fine, bones," said Sunny, already tired of this conversation.

"You have bones?" asked Jjim, pretending to be shocked.

"You'll knock us out with your bones??" asked Won Do, frowning.

"No, he'll play an E minor scale for three hours and then we'll all die—" said Deulgi matter-of-factly.

"That's now you practice," said Sunny incredulously, jumping back into the chaos to defend pianists.

"The colors thing is a great idea," said Skip loudly, writing on the white board the phrase 'COLOR FESTIVAL IDEA' in lopsided handwriting.

"All right, agreed," said Daisy, to general nods around the room. "Wear one color on your entire outfit!"

"Oh, cotton candy!" said Won Do excitedly.

"That's not a color," said Jjim, rolling his eyes, "This isn't Everland—"

Won Do immediately drew his lips into a pout and was ready to insist that cotton candy was a color, but Sunny saw an opportunity and pointed out drily, "Salmon isn't a color either then." Daisy snorted at recalling their previous disagreement about colors named after animals.

"Well they'd still end up wearing a color so it doesn't matter," said Deulgi.

"Well, ok, wait, I think we need a rule," said Won Do, adjusting his glasses like he was about to perform a difficult calculation. "Not just 'favorite color', I think we have to make it 'favorite color of the rainbow', because if not, shy people or streetwear goths—" (he shot a look at Sunny) "—will all insist their daily outfit is their favorite color and then it won't work."

"He has a point," said Hyeonmi, then added, somewhat sheepishly, "Until he said that I thought of just saying my favorite color is grey—"

Deulgi immediately hit him on the arm as if saying your favorite color was grey was illegal.

"Oh my God," said Jjim, horrified. "Gray??"

"Gray is your favorite color?" asked Skip, somewhat confused, "Gray isn't a color, it's a shade—"

"No," admitted Hyeonmi. "I like purple and black too, but I don't like wearing bright colors—"

"You and the rest of Korea," groaned Won Do, "Why do you think we are doing this—"

"People stare at me more," said Hyeonmi, pulling his arms into his huge sleeves.

"I wish people would stop staring at me if I wore grey," said Jjim sulkily.

"I think they'd stare at you anyways," said Deulgi cheerfully, sticking his finger through Hyeonmi's left hoop earring as if it was meant to double as a ring. He added, "My favorite color is grey."

Hyeonmi, caught off guard by the compliment, said something about "camouflage..."

"Well, don't worry, you won't be able to hide from me," said Deulgi affectionately, if that was supposed to be comforting.

"Gray is a shade," reminded Sunny in a bored voice.

"Well," said Deulgi, remembering suddenly what they had been talking about, "If grey isn't a color, then neither is black or white, since you mix them to make grey—"

"Technically white is all the colors mixed together—" countered Sunny. "Also black absorbs all the colors so then technically I'm wearing white all the time—"

"That's the electromagnetic spectrum," said Hyeonmi, surprising everyone. "That doesn't count—"

"The what?" asked Jjim, as if Hyeonmi had just started speaking fluent Spanish.

"The electromagnetic spectrum.. of visible light..?" said Hyeonmi, "Oh, come on, did you not learn this in high school?"

"What subject even is that?" demanded Jjim, affronted at the implication that he didn't learn anything in high school.

"Uhh.. science?" said Hyeonmi.

Won Do was doubled over laughing.

"That doesn't seem real, what kind of school did you go to—" complained Jjim.

"A normal one," insisted Hyeonmi, "We learned about like boron and bromine and einsteinium too.. and the musculoskeletal system.. and ecology." He did not seem to care that Deulgi's finger was still jammed in his earring.

"Einsteinium ?? He's making stuff up," said Jjim, pointing at Hyeonmi accusingly. "I've never heard of that, only Einstein—"

"It was named after Einstein," said Hyeonmi insistently, "It's on the periodic table, look it up—"

"Death fever table," grumbled Jjim, making a pun that rhymed with "periodic table".

"We are not using the electromagnetic spectrum," said Skip, "Plus it has to be one color, not all of them, anyways. Hyeonmi, will you wear purple?"

Hyeonmi nodded.

"I'll be green," said Deulgi, for some reason sounding pleased with how this was turning out.

"My favorite color actually is green, but there's seven of us, and seven colors in a rainbow, so what if we just all choose one?" suggested Daisy.

"I'm ok with that," said Won Do, nodding.

"Hold on— hold on, no way," said Daisy suddenly, already laughing. "Does this mean.. no way.. Sunny, bro—"

Sunny obviously saw this from a kilometer away and had already opened his mouth to complain. "I know, here we go, I can't wear black or white because they're shades and not colors—"

"Oh mannnn," groaned Jjim, "—what will you do??"

"I can't picture him in any color of the rainbow," muttered Won Do to Hyeonmi, who sniggered trying to imagine it.

"Well let's say you had to," said Skip, "It's just one day—"

"Come naked," suggested Jjim, immediately bursting into laughter at his ridiculous suggestion.

"That isn't in the rainbow either," said Won Do immediately.

"So which one do you want," asked Won Do to Sunny, extremely invested in this.

"I don't care," he said blithely, "Whichever one is left, I guess, technically it's still 1/7th of white, so.."

Hyeonmi choked on a laugh. "1/7th—"

"I'll be yellow," said Daisy, "I like sunflowers, so—"

"I'll be indigo," said Skip.

"Blue!" said Won Do, "Blue is in cotton candy," he added.

"I call red," said Jjim. "Like hearts." He promptly made two little hearts with his fingers. Won Do pretended to faint.

Everyone turned to look at Sunny. "O...range?" said Won Do slowly.

"Sure," he shrugged, rummaging in his bag for his phone.

"Oh my god," said Daisy, not for the first time. "I can't wait."