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♫ Strangely drawn to a signal, ♫

♫ Coordinates too precise to be a coincidence ♫

♫ My heart moves faster than words ♫

♫ Ping, it rings inside my head! ♫

♫ TA, TA, TA, TA Reactions spark! ♫

♫ TA, TA, TA, TA Values align! ♫

♫ TA, TA, TA, TA Saturation hits! ♫

♫ In this teeny tiny one-room ♫

- ♫ No room to step, ♫ - ♫ Filling up this room, ♫

♫ On the whiteboard... ♫

♫ It's Statics! ♫

- ♫ You're the only variable ♫ - ♫ The calculation never ends ♫

♫ It only fits you ♫

♫ Overfitting! ♫

♫ Come on, TA! ♫

♪ You find my receptor way too easily ♪

♪ You read the signals hidden even from me ♪

♫ Ah-ah ♫

♫ you easily break down my solid homeostasis! ♫

♫ 3,2,1, down! ♫

♫ High tension flowing ♫

♫ through the synapses! ♫

♫ Emotional spike like an error ♫

♫ Immeasurable, but can't stop ♫

♫ Logical operations-error ♫

♫ At the end of that pathway, the two of us - ♫

♫ An unfamiliar signal pulling you in ♫

♫ Inside this isolated back room ♫

♫ Emotional spike like an error ♫

♫ Immeasurable, but can't stop ♫

♫ Logical operations-error ♫

♫ At the end of that pathway-♫

- Analysis complete? - Dismissed.

♫ TA, TA, TA, TA Reactions spark! ♫

♫ TA, TA, TA, TA Values align! ♫

♫ TA, TA, TA, TA Saturation hits! ♫

♫ In this teeny tiny one-room ♫

♫ Make-up class! ♫

♫ Emotional spike like an error, Immeasurable but can't stop ♫

♫ Logical Error, at the end of the pathway, the two of us- ♫

♫ Emotional spike like an error, Immeasurable but can't stop ♫

♫ Logical Error, bonded at the end of the pathway! ♫

Song Woo Yun, age twenty-three.

Come on.

Stop it.

Let go of me!

- Am I a joke to you? - Stop, Hyung.

Is that it?

He is on the verge of tears.

I'll show you what I got, dude.

This is a freshman in Life Sciences.

He is a year below Song Woo Yun

and is currently doing a team project with him.

Ten minutes ago...

How about this weekend?

I can't. I work part-time.

Friday, then?

I'm preparing for TOEIC on weekdays.

Because he's older, other freshmen

could not freely speak their mind.

[23, 20, 20]

So, as the only one his age and a year above him,

Woo Yun had to speak up for the team.

[Biotechnology 101] If you keep acting this way,

we have no choice but to leave your name out of the presentation.

Leave my name out?

And that's how they got here.

Am I a joke to you?

Is that it?

Why is this happening to me?

Under this extremely stressful situation,

as he was going through so many emotions,

something so trivial

has overwhelmed his brain.

By the way, aren't we...

Rubbing on each other too much?

How can that cross your mind during all that?

I mean,

since it's getting warmer, we were wearing thinner clothes.

You know, our distal ends kept brushing against each other.

It was so embarrassing.

So,

you rubbed your chest against a freshman when you're with me?

Don't say it like that.

How can I be so blind?

I was working so hard to put meat on the table.

While you were...

I'll do it for you, Woo Yun.

I never did that!

I saw boys fighting like that

when I was in middle school or high school.

What?

Try me, bro.

- Is that a death wish? - Hey, stop.

Come on, bring it.

- It's you, isn't it? - Somebody stop them.

You're the one who ate my bread!

The three most commonly seen patterns in school fights are:

Fighting aggressively over nothing.

Same line, same behavior.

Big on words, but no real action.

It never escalates into a physical fight.

It's mostly just verbal.

- Bring it on. - Come on.

Take the high road.

- Let me go, dude. - Hey.

When it drags on,

they will definitely cool off and start having other thoughts.

Man, was I overreacting?

Please put in some more effort to stop us, buddy.

God, the constant rubbing.

The friction is warming up my chest.

Did he not wear a t-shirt underneath?

"They" keep rubbing on me.

Who thinks like that?

I did, for one.

You enjoyed it.

No, I didn't.

It just crossed my mind. That's all.

I didn't even go that far with you yet.

I'm so jealous of him.

Please don't call that physical intimacy.

That's it.

Do it with me, too.

What do you mean?

Hop on.

Huh?

Come on.

Why? Don't you want to?

No, but I mean, I'm only twenty-three.

Oh nice, a younger guy. Jackpot.

Please don't say that!

So you won't do it?

No.

It's just... You're moving too fast.

Too bad.

But I'll be upset.

Please don't.

Then what should you do?

Wow, jackpot...

There you go.

Oh, and I have to say this.

"Bring it on, you chicken."

"Come on."

You know what I mean?

How can I ever lay hands on you?

Obviously, I'm just saying...

Thanks, Hyung.

You're trying to cheer me up, aren't you?

I wish I could laugh it off as a mishap...

- Take care. - Take care.

But I've never been in a huge fight with anyone before.

So I was pretty startled.

I wasn't feeling so well today.

But...

Being this close to you,

what happened earlier

feels like a distant memory now.

You always joke around,

but in fact, you're...

Come on, you spooked me.

Hyung?

Even if you noticed that,

you don't have to say it out loud.

It's embarrassing.

You're so weird.

You can say things like, "Hop on,"

but this is embarrassing?

Are you going to be all touchy-feely and not act on it?

No.

I'm going to rub ten times harder.

Let's go.

Alright, I'll show you what I got.

Sure, please do.

[Song Woo Yun, 23]

[Sophomore In Life Sciences]

[MBTI - ENFJ Height - 182 cm]

Let's eat at the Liberal Arts building.

They're serving Yukgaejang.

Sounds good.

Do you think this is funny?

Take it to court, then.

See who's in the right.

Fine by me.

It's a fender-bender.

Big whoop.

Are you being serious?

They're feisty this early in the day.

Must feel nice.

One-Room TA.