The professor walked in, and in only a few moments the class was beginning. Yejun never moved, even as the teacher narrowed eyes on him and started to address him. "Mr. Sunglasses, while I know history can be quite an enlightening subject, you will not need to protect your eyes from the sun in my classroom." No movement again, his breathing steady, obviously asleep already. With a shake of his head, the professor moved his way to the back of the class, picked up a book from a nearby student and dropped it directly next to Yejun's seat, making a loud smacking noise as the flat surface made contact with the hard floor. Yejun jumped awake, looking around, finally laying eyes from behind the dark shades on the professor. Again the man spoke, this time looking directly down at his new student "Like I said before, hardly a need for the sunglasses Mr...." waiting for Yejun to fill in the missing name.
"Kim....Kim Dae." slowly removing his glasses to look around at the classroom. Many of his classmates were now staring at him it seemed, and he was praying none of them were hard core fans. To his relief there were no sudden outbursts of recognition, though a quiet murmuring seemed to rise over the soft hum of the classroom lights. "Well Mr. Kim, I expect you'll learn to sleep in your bed from now on, instead of your desk." The professor quipped before returning to the front of the room. Yejun was left to stare idly at his desk, his gaze lifting briefly as a girl caught his attention a few rows up. She wasn't Korean, that was for sure.