Wanna-One Park Woojin School AU! (Part 1)
This will be a short series, as a paragraph-styled AU instead of a bullet point one. Enjoy! (You + Park Woojin)
– Your POV –
“(Y/N)!! Come down for breakfast! Don’t tell me you want to be late on your first day back?” Your mom yelled from downstairs.
It was the first day of the stress-filled junior year, but you were excited to go back to school. You called out, “coming, mom!!” and twirled downstairs in the red plaid skirt and white shirt uniform that seemed to fit you more than anyone else.
You gulped down your cereal and grabbed your backpack with the cute keychains you had just bought. You were a strong proponent of look good, feel good, and you certainly felt fresh and ready for the first day. You waved goodbye to your mom, jumped on your bike, and started pedaling to school.
“(Y/N)!!! Oh my goshhh I missed you so much!!” your best friend Jihee (A/N: another apparently popular Korean girl name lol) exclaimed as you locked up your bike on the racks. You both screamed and jumped around, hugging one another tightly, as you were unable to meet over the summer due to conflicting vacation schedules. You both walked into the school, feeling fresh. Your steps barely faltered when the whistles and howls from the school boys met your ears. They were already prepared with flowers, attempting to score some girlfriends on the first day of school. You sighed – from the first day, it was already so hectic in the school. You completely ignored all of them, not even bothering to shoot them a smile or a polite nod.
"Seriously, (Y/N),” Jihee asked as you continued down the hallways, “you can’t even give them a nod of recognition or anything? That’s too harsh,”
“I really would Jihee, but don’t you remember how that ended up working for me last year? They all thought I was into them just because I smiled, and I eventually had to be mean when rejecting them,” you explained.
Even though you had just moved to the school a year ago, you somehow found yourself at the top of the social ladder, thanks to your grades. Everyone found it interesting that the “new girl” had come and knocked Ha Minho (A/N: bear with me), the bratty and arrogant boy who had always ranked first, off his pedestal.
Ever since then, you found yourself the subject of unwanted attention, which you did appreciate at first, but ended up becoming a hassle. Jihee, the first person who befriended you when you first moved, was here before all of this happened, leaving her one of the only people you trusted at the school. But that was okay, you were still happy with having one very good friend over having many bad ones.
You took a seat in your homeroom class next to Jihee, watching the rest of the students filter into the room. Multiple students happily greeted you, and you seriously nodded to all of them. This year you had no time for funny business from anyone, as junior year was full of important placement tests and preparing for college applications.
There was one person, though, who was a stark contrast to everyone else who entered the room. You looked up in reaction to the scent of subtle but dark cologne/shower gel that smelled… good. He walked in, with a black hoodie covering most of his dyed red hair, hands in pockets. You heard some kids shudder and say “woah, scary…” in reaction. Fascinating how the human mind works, the one person who didn’t say anything to you was the one you noticed.
But your thoughts had barely any time to linger on the boy, because your homeroom teacher immediately walked in and started giving the morning announcements. The classes of the day passed by rather quickly, as you had tuned out your mathematics lecture, your best subject. Before you knew it, it was already lunch hour. You and Jihee both brought your lunch, and got ready to escape to the library to eat in peace.
“Jihee? Please come to the school office, I have some errands for you to run”, a teacher called out from the hallway. Jihee, on the student council board, motioned for you to go ahead and start eating in the library. You nodded in response, and picked up your bag and lunch to head over.
Once you had arrived, you greeted the librarian and struck up a quiet conversation about her book recommendations for the month. You had always loved reading, especially mysteries and true crime, always wanting to solve the problem before the main character did. You knew you would have minimal time to read for fun before the intensity of school began, so you wanted to grab some books before then, for what you called your “brain breaks”.
You jotted down some of the librarian’s favorite books, and quickly walked over to the mystery section in excited anticipation. The first book on the list was The Devil in the White City, a chilling historical crime novel about the horrifying murders that took place during Chicago’s 1893 world fair.
"L… La…. La… Lar….” you mumbled to yourself as your fingers traced the rows of books, searching for “Erik Larson”, the author of the book. “Is it even here…” you muttered, unable to find the book. You stopped in place, taking multiple soft strands of your hair and brushing them between your lips, a habit you had whenever you were deep in thought. You scanned the section again, eyes widening in happiness when you finally found the book you were looking for.
It was on the highest shelf, and after jumping around a bit in attempt to reach it, you had decided to find a stool to stand on in order to reach the book when suddenly you felt something warm and hard touching your back. Your head whipped around in shock, to find none other than the black hoodie kid from class reaching above you to get the book.
Your mouth dropped open, the hair that was held between your lips tumbling out. Time seemed to pass so slowly, as you looked up at his face, which was… way prettier than you expected. And that scent… it was so clear now, how had you not noticed it before?
The boy grabbed the book and began walking away, finally snapping you out of your shock. “Hey?!” you called out. The boy didn’t turn around, and kept walking as if nothing happened. You ran up to him, grabbing his clothed arm and tried your best not to scream in the library. “Why are you taking my book?!” you angrily whispered.
Finally, the boy spoke for the first time. “Your book?” His voice was deep and raspy, and you caught sight of a snaggletooth amidst his pearly white teeth. Attractive, you thought, before mentally kicking yourself. Focus, (Y/N). The book. “Last I heard, this book belongs to the school, not you,” he curtly finished, walking away from you.
You stood there in shock. Who was this kid?
A/N: Ahhh I have no idea if this is good or not! Any feedback/comments on the length, story itself, etc. are greatly appreciated!! I hope you liked part 1 and are anticipating the next installment!
I am also working on the other requests right now, so please be patient :) Thanks for the support, everyone!