The smell of fresh cinnamon roll filled the air as I got out of bed and got dressed. I decided to dress more proper since it was my real first day of college. I threw on my black skirt, oversized plaid button up and threw on my dads old beige vest that was far too big for me. I finished off the look with black socks, loafers I got on sale, It was by one get free what can I say and hoop earring to top it off. I think I looked okay. I put my hair down and let my natural waves bounce on my back. Yuna bought fresh cinnamon buns from the cafeteria and they had already started eating. The sun peeked through the frosted curtains and it felt like the perfect morning.
We talked about after class plans and special events that are going to happen, but I guess I kind of zoned out because I couldn't stop thinking about how rude the bangtan boys were. I bluntly brought up the subject. I was just too desperate to know what's going on.
"Uhm, what's all the chatter about the bangtan boys,"
"What do you mean by chatter," Yuna replies with a small sarcastic chuckle.
"You know like campus chit chat, like all the rumours,"
Not that I've heard that much or any rumours for that matter.
Yuna continues "Well, they all have there own personalities, there like a gang, they're a group of seven dangerously gorgeous boys, but they're not just gorgeous, each of them are so unique and-"
"Omg your totally gushing, do you genuinely like one,"
"Well-" Yuna is the type of girl who would hold your hair as you throw up the beer you just drank and a party.
"YUNA!" Chaeyeong is the type of girl who would throw up from drinking to much beer at a party.
"Okay we can talk about this later but Chaeyeong 9:25 we don't want to be late." I am the type of person who wouldn't go to that party.
We stop by the coffee trolley parked next to the staircase heading outside to the campus.
Chaeyeong and I walked by the cherry trees into building one. You can tell by all the distant chatter in the back that Chaeyeong was beautiful and popular, and all eyes were staring at her,"
"Wow, she's pretty"
"I heard she was a model,"
"Isn't she from Seoul,"
"I heard her name was Jeon Y/N, or was it Min Y/N,"
Wait they're talking about me
"Someone's popular." Chae teased me
"How-How does everyone know me I-I."
Before Chae could give me an answer I was ambushed by Senior college students cramming to get to their classes. Seniors...
"Chae! I'll meet you in the cafeteria!" I try to yell to her from the bombardment of students, and Chaeyeong successfully managed to raise one hand with the thumbs up. Thank god she's tall.
I had been pushed into the Money Management class were I meet up with Bernice. We sat on the 8th row in the middle slightly to the left. Close enough to hear well and see the board clearly but far enough not to get called upon to many times.
What the heck... Why is everyone looking at me. Suddenly I feel like an elementary school kid who's name is in a math problem. I tried to pull my books out of my bag but everyone was prying at me. "Uh..."
What the hell
They all looking at me confused with a slight smile, I even heard a few whistles. Not like the whistles old men sing as they stroll in golf courses. It was a whistle like a wasn't wearing half my clothes, and here I am looking as confused as they are fully dressed head to toe.
"Okay class sorry I'm late, got a little tied up I'm Professor Chan, your money management professor." This teacher literally saved my life.
"Okay, I'm gonna do a quick roll call, Jeong Yeji, no... Uh Oh Miss Kim Y/N,"
"I'm here,"
"I saw you on television.."
I hate this teacher
"3 years ago, I was on the news,"
"Yes, For your..."
"I stopped becoming a trainee, uhm I quit JYP."
It was bluntly obvious that everyone's small talk was about me. This was definitely not what I wanted but thankfully the class was short and I could head to the lunch room to meet Yuna and Chaeyeong.
