Hyunwoo sits by the window. This is not symbolic. He just likes natural lighting.
Hyunwoo (thinking): If I ever die, I hope it's near a window. Or during lunch. Preferably both.
Minjae is already talking.
Minjae: "I'm telling you, she smiled at me differently today."
Hyunwoo doesn't look up.
Hyunwoo: "She smiled because you spilled milk."
Minjae: "Exactly. Compassion."
Hyunwoo: "That's not love. That's customer service behavior."
Jisoo laughs.
Minjae: "See? Even he agrees."
Jisoo: "I laughed because he's right."
Hyunwoo bows slightly.
Hyunwoo: "I specialize in realism."
He looks around. Taemin stretches like he's in a sports magazine. Sora pretends not to stare at someone across the room. Jisoo checks his phone, then the door, then his phone again.
Hyunwoo (thinking): Ah. Crush season.It's early this year. Heh… I guess it's time to crash some dates already.
Minjae leans over.
Minjae: "What are you writing?"
Hyunwoo: "Your downfall."
Minjae: "…Rude."
Hyunwoo: "Be grateful I am writing about you at all."
The bell rings. Teacher enters.
Teacher: "Good morning—"
Hyunwoo (thinking): Liar. It's a normal morning at best.