foreign affairs (sehun)

three

I brushed the tattered tangles from my hair roughly, glancing at the clock again. I knew I was being stupid, and I would still have ages to get ready, but the knot in my stomach refused to stop twisting.

Golden light pooled onto the floor by my feet, highlighting the dancing dust floating through the air. Sunrise looked good on Seoul, the amber beams illuminating the skyscrapers visible out my window. It looked warm and serene out, justifying my choice for a simple burnt orange blouse with white cuffed jeans.

Only yesterday we had been making fun of Baekhun for stressing over some stupid outfits, but this morning, I felt the exact emotions he had already overcome. Would I be too overdressed? Understated? Lord knows I stand out enough, I didn't need a bad outfit choice to help me along.

Grabbing an elastic, I parted my hair and pulled the top half into a rough ponytail. I knew that leaving it loose would result in me fiddling with it all day. Dropping a soft sigh, I glanced at the clock again. Six in the morning. Would I be super early? Yes, but it's good enough. Better than sitting in here and dreading the day to come.

Grabbing my plain black book bag, I slid my feet into a pair of sandals and opened my door swiftly. Locking the door behind me, I shoved my key deep into my pocket and headed on my way.

The residence was a different world in the early morning. During the day, it was usually bustling with students, hanging out with their new friends drinking coffee, or sitting in the halls and already beginning their studies. At dawn, however, the halls were void of anyone.

My footsteps echoed down the hall as I approached the elevator cautiously, looking around for any stray students I could strike up a conversation with. Not surprisingly, I came up empty, with a sigh. Suddenly, I was craving Ky, Baekhyun or Chanyeol to keep me entertained, but none of them had taken a class this early.

I could hear the elevator whirring as soon as I pressed the button, coming up to grab me and take me to the foyer. Nervously, I grabbed my phone and began fiddling with it. The elevators in this residence were ancient, and gave me anxiety to even step into. 

Living on the fifteenth floor, however, I didn't exactly want to start my mornings off with a marathon.

Finally, the whirring stopped, and with a obnoxious bing!, the doors slowly slid open, to reveal a tall, broad man with a scowl already set deep into place.

"Fancy seeing you here." I grinned at Sehun, to which he rolled his eyes.

"Why are you up so early?" He asked hardly, his dark eyes raking in my figure. My skin crawled under his gaze.

"Definitely not because I have class." I said sarcastically, drawling my pronunciation far longer than necessary.

"Oh, ha ha." Shun said, contorting his face to imitate mine -- badly. "So are you actually going to get in then, princess?"

I rolled my eyes and scampered inside, pressing the button to close the door behind me. I turned to lean on the wall, observing Sehun's tight black sweatpants and black hoodie. Noticing my stare, he adjusted his stance and pulled the hood around his head, fixing his hair nervously. "It's hot, stupid." I said with a smirk.

"What?" He asked, his eyes flashing to mine. His eyebrows raised in surprise, his gaze flashing from my feet to my face again incredulously. He obviously hadn't expected me to strike up a conversation.

My smirk grew. "Outside. You're going to be sweltering."

Sehun's eyes rolled upwards, clicking my words together in his head. "I'm getting changed when I get to class, jagi." He said, narrowing his eyes at me. He tugged at the sleeves of his hoodie, eyes flickering back to mine.