sitting in the classroom, the sheets of people are spread out on the desk. his red marker grading the paper he's reading. mumbling to himself as he worked, the only sound his hushed words and the clock on the wall. hearing the sound of the door echo throughout he looked up. a smile on his features when he sees the other. "been awhile, hasn't it?" it was a rhetorical question. seeing as it had truly been about two weeks. not that he had been counting or anything. "what are you doing here? i'm not in class but you can see i'm rather busy." eyes cast back onto the papers he was reading. once again going back to work on marking the paper. "it's not that i'm not happy to see you. it's just been what? two weeks and you couldn't bother to call or text?" junho isn't someone who needs to stay in contact with someone. it would just be nice to know the other was fine. two weeks and no communication was a bit much to him. "i'm pretty positive i didn't do anything. if a friendship is going to work talking is always encouraged." @commedias