Namjoon
He sat in the back of the class, trying to stay as covered as possible to avoid anybody recognizing him. His band mate, Hosoek's, father had been kind enough to let him take his literature course.
Namjoon loved reading and writing, and a dream of his was to be a college student, but his life took a different turn.
So now, he sat at the back of Jung Sung-Ho's lecture hall, in a grey hoodie and black sweats, notebook in lap with shaky hands. He was excited.
He looked at everyone conversing amongst one another and wished more than anything, that he could do the same. Most of the people chose to say toward the middle or up in the front, he noticed. The class slowly started to fill up and he began to feel like a real college student, anxiously waiting for his first class.
As the door opens, Namjoon's eyes follow the girl who enters. Not out of interest or (dis) but because his eyes were already looking there. She takes a seat in the back, bringing her bag in front of her. He looked at her knit sweater, and then her loose fitting jeans, and last at the floral piece of fabric headband around her long brown hair, her sparse bangs poking under.
He stopped staring after a few seconds and continues looking at everybody. Inspecting the different people around him, trying to decide who would be an army (his band's fandom name), before deciding that was egotistical and stopping.
Class went great. He felt a bit weird being taught by someone who he considered family, but it was fine. He was excited to read more English literature, and to finally be able to sit in a class with other students.
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