Heaven's Cloud || Wonwoo x Reader

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I shuffled behind the chairs of the furthest seat from the front of the class, sitting down with a huff.

Smoothing my white skirt down, I looked around the large classroom, feeling nervous butterflies in my stomach and sweat starting to stick on my palms.

I always knew college was going to be much different from high school, big changes or adjustments were just difficult for me.

This is one of them.

There were few students scattered about the classroom, it was a bit early after all.

I looked down at my manicured nails that matched my entire aesthetic in which my outfits revolve around.

They were all baby pink except for my ring finger, which was a contrasting yet complimenting blue. My stepmom insisted she do my nails for my first day of college, how sweet.

I've gone through many different styles since I developed a fashion sense, it started around freshman year of high school. That's when I decided to make a style influencer account on Instagram.

My followers loved seeing my style change throughout the years but I'm sure I'm stable with what I wear now.

This current style has gotten me tons of followers! I think I'm okay with sticking with it, not for the sake of social media, of course, just for myself.

My current style consists of pastel pinks and blues and whites with occasional contrasting browns or blacks.

I even decorated my dorm with such colors! It makes it feel like a safe space rather than a small, dingy dorm. (I was only lucky I wasn't assigned a roommate.)

In the midst of my thoughts, what seemed to be a shadow of just pure black passed by my peripheral vision, accompanied by heavy footsteps.

The sound of a chair hastily dragging against the floor.

A heavy thud.

A deep sigh.

And the twinkling sound of dangling jewelry clashing together.

A scene kid.

I was a scene kid back in high school, my followers watched me go through such a phase. I am not ashamed of it for it has made me who I am today!

But seriously, scene? In college? Leave that for the kids that live off Tumblr and still live in 2016.

I refrained from looking at this polar opposite of mine, however, I'd have to get to know him soon.

Maybe the professor will assign a dreadful icebreaker.

He announced that the seats we choose now are permanent. And that the only partner we'll ever be working with is our shoulder partner.

There it is.

The ice breaker.

I turned to look at the boy first.

He truly was layered in black clothing.

He had curly, black hair, a pair of big, round glasses that sat perfectly atop his structured nose, silver dangling earrings, multiple silver necklaces, a black turtleneck, unzipped jacket, ripped skinny jeans, and platformed combat boots. The usual.

Was that eyeliner I saw..?

"Hey,"

I was taken aback by his velvety deep voice, slightly monotonous but still bearable.