"Hi, my name is Jichoo and I'm majoring in fashion photography!"
Standing infront of the class felt too much like high-school all over again. The stares, the awkwardness, and the assertiveness of the professor. Maybe I don't love it? I ask myself every minute whether or not I should have had my parents pay for art school. I could just go out and take pictures and learn my own techniques after all. When it comes to art, being the same isn't going to cut it, so why do we get taught to be the same?
"My name is Winter and I'm majoring in art history." After winter takes her seat the class ushers up applause, almost feeling a bit too forced. A creak from a chair was heard as the guy next to winter stands up.
"I'm taehyung and I'm a model."
The silence in the room lingers a bit too long but everyone claps awkwardly once he takes his seat.
The black hoodie he had on suits his black wavy hair and tan skin well. His hands were stuffed inside of his pockets while one foot sat on the bar underneath his seat and the other sat flat on the floor. Not realizing he was staring back at me I continue to look at his shoes. They're converse, but the expensive kind. He must be rich?Now that my attention was away from his shoes I finally notice him staring right at my face. It was almost as if he wanted us to make eye contact. I quickly look away before looking over at him again and he was still staring. His eyes were intimidating but they suit his model like features well.
"Okay class, let's get some work started!" "Winter could you help pass out the paint to everyone?"
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Class was over and I immediately took a stroll down to the cafeteria. My earbuds snug in my ears while walking. The blue sky and the winter trees gave me a thrill. So I reach my hand down my pocket grabbing my phone and instantly taking pictures. Smiling to myself, I spin around snapping a picture of the scenery behind me. I notice someone in my photo and I look up seeing the guy from class standing like seven feet away.
My lips part before I look back down at my phone, "Oh! I didn't mean to- I didn't know you were there, sorry."
He stares at me with the same serious and intimidating stare from before, before smiling after a few seconds. "Don't worry, I followed you." He says with his hands still stuff in his pockets.
My head tilts at his weird confession, "you did?" I ask feeling a bit weird.
He starts laughing, "I'm lost so I just decided to follow you instead! Also, do you know what professor was talking about for our homework tonight?"
Sighing from relief a smile stretched across my lips, "I do actually! I'm actually surprised that I do because he was literally just Rambling about how the whole year would be like for undergrads"
Taehyung's eyebrows crease, "wait- you're a first year student?"
I turn my head, confused by his question, "you aren't? I thought you said you were lost..."
Things go quiet before he laughs, "No~ I'm a senior. This is my first time on campus"
I nod my head, "Oh! That makes sense! Well, do you want to work on this homework together?" I ask with my thumbs up in the air as he opened the door to the cafeteria.
"Why not, I don't know what he said anyways." Taehyung says before laughing.
"So where's your dorm?"
I point out the cafeteria window, "its in building A, room 111 on the 4th floor"
Gosh, my mom would kill me if she knew I told a senior boy which building and room I stayed in on the first day!
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MODEL'S OBSESSION 3🔞 [Asylum Art Dealer]
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