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{Special} College!AU Wonpil

major: theater - performance art concentration 

minor: music history 

sports: sometimes he helps out the dance team, did one semester of ultimate frisbee until it hit him in the jaw and he was like,,,you know what nvm

clubs: theater club, musical theater club, three different activists clubs, ballroom dance club when it was around, and of course he’s also in night6 with his friends

wonpil is a busy body, he really likes being on campus and being in school - much to the collective shock of like,,,all his friends

he used to be much shyer in highschool, closed off and awkward - but now he thrives with people

always making others laugh and asking questions - he’s the kind of person that wants to know about your hobbies and interests and actually cares when you tell him

his heart is probably like??? three times the size of the normal average because it’s full of LOVE

pure, untainted, and strong love

people joke that wonpil could make even the grinch fall in love - he’s so sweet and just,,,,,,kind

like if there was a human embodiment of kindness - it’s wonpil

blows so many kisses @ all his friends

whenever dowoon’s like im off to class, wonpil is like here’s a kiss for luck and dowoon is like bro - bro don’t do that - don’t you dare

but of course wonpil does it,,,, it’s wonpil

“being his roommate is like slowly being smothered in affection” - dowoon everyday

he became a theater major because he loves the community around it, aside from the guys from night6 - he’s made a lot of close friends through productions and performance activites

he’s always trying to help out the set crew, the design majors, and more 

he’s the person you see in full costume, helping get a new light changed on stage while everyone’s backstage practicing lines

he’s also magically good at convincing people do like,,, do things,,,,

one of his friends is jinyoung, an ethics major who has little to zero interest in plays

yet wonpil convinced him to come and see almost every play he’s been in???? and even help edit one of the writing majors acts

youngk doesn’t even like to bake - but he’s helped wonpil make snacks for an activist club meeting once

it’s like a blackhole, wonpil’s adorable smile and “c’mon, i promsie it’ll be fun!” tag line that draws you in to not being able to say no to whatever he asks

“pretty sure someone would just give him twenty bucks if he asked nicely.” - dowoon, again, everyday

his dorm is pretty,,,,,cute for someone his age - with a shelf full of self-made figures and signed autographs from actors he’s liked since he was a kid

he used to have an electric piano set up near his desk, but it’s gathered dust since his minor is “musical history” and that’s more reading than actual playing

he still loves piano though, music in general really so he’s always one of the most excited about night6 playing shows

one thing he isn’t excited about is how jamie treats him like a younger brother even though shes’,,,,younger than,,,,him

even more clingy when he drinks at these shows and no matter how much his friends say they don’t like his tight hugs - they’re lying because it’s wonpil

have you seen him??? he’s the cutest 

unfortunately, your first brush with him is nothing but ,,,, cute

it’s not like you’re even trying to be rude - you’re just,,,in a hurry 

so when wonpil tries to stop you, with a beaming smile to talk about one of his clubs that’s trying to like save the polarbears

you nearly topple him over, pushing past to run toward the building where your next lecture is

it’s college, these things happen and you mumble a sorry - sorta - before disappearing off into the direction of your class

you don’t even remember what wonpil looks like, your mind too cluttered with your own problems

but he does remember you, the wisps of your hair and the look of utter determination when you bulldozed by

“they didn’t even apologize, are you ok?”

a fellow club member rushes over to wonpil but he’s still looking at the place where you just were

“im fine. they were late for class, so i understand them.”

he smiles at the member now, but something is left unsaid - he’s seen kids rushing to get places, he’s seen people mercilessly shove their way through crowds during finals 

but there’s a fire,,,,,in your eyes - he’s sure of it

you and wonpil meet again, well actually you don’t meet - but there’s a campus wide assembly on harassment

and at some point, the professors seem to be sugarcoating it, much to wonpil’s dismay 

even though the country doe have a habit of sweeping these things under the rug

when he hears one loud voice yell; “JUST EXPEL HARASSERS IT’S NOT THAT HARD”

in shock, he turns with the rest of the students to where you’re standing

you’re staring, hard eyes at the line of faculty at the stage and one of the professors hurries up the stairs to tell you to sit back down

that fires in your eyes,,,,,,,,,,wonpil can see it better now

the professor keeps urging you to sit, but you shout again: what’s so harsh about expelling creeps?

wonpil watches, in an equal feeling of fascination and worry as the professor signals for you to follow him out

you don’t even look phased, doing what you’re told but leaving a silent, lasting impact even when you’re gone

“who are they?”

wonpil whispers to sungjin sitting beside him

sungjin crinkles his nose, “i think their name is -”

sungjin leans closer to say it, as if your name is cursed or ridden with bad luck 

wonpil doesn’t get it, you’re not voldemort, but he repeats your name in his head over and over

until the assembly is over, and wonpil wonders who else might know something about you

turns out, a lot of people know a lot of different things about you

three people have told him three different majors you’re apparently studying

but the unanimous agreement is that you’re outspoken, highly intelligent, and unforgivingly set in your determinations

“they say what they think, sometimes that’s not a good idea.” 

wonpil mauls over that phrase, saying what you think isn’t a good idea? but shouldn’t it be?

you’re on the steps outside the library after monday class, it’s cold out and you’re thinking about what you should do tonight - go to that party some girl from math invited you to or,,,,,,

you touch the strap of your backpack, inside are flyers you’ve made - proclaiming that the school take a stance on harassment. take a stance on protecting victims instead of letting people slide by with slaps on the wrist

you know the flyers are,,,,controversial and you’ll get in deep shit if someone catches you putting them up 

so your only option would be to do it at night,,,,

“hi!” 

a peppy voice breaks your concentration and you turn, seeing a boy with bright brown eyes and an excited look on his face

he’s wearing a bright white sweater over a collard shirt. for a second you think he looks like a missionary if anything 

“do i,,,,,know you?”

you don’t mean it condescendingly, you just aren’t sure why he’d talk to you all of a sudden

“no, im wonpil. i,,,,,,saw you at the assembly.”

your eyes narrow, and suddenly you feel tense - people have come up to you before and told you,,,,,things,,,,their opinions on your actions and not all of them have been favorable

but at the same time this guy, wonpil looks harmless 

“i just wanted to say, i think you’re right. are you part of any club that advocates this stuff? id love to join!”

you give him a little chuckle, “club? the university would rather have a club about anything else than helping stick up for people who’ve been abused. im more of a,,,,one man show.”

shrugging, you suddenly realize that wonpil isn’t giving the usual cocked eyebrow, look of distrust that most people give you when you talk

it’s been a while since you’ve seen someone,,,,listen to you

“oh, i see. well, can i help you anyway?”

for a second, you think about the flyers in your backpack. there are at least fifty of them and by yourself, it might take two or more hours to hit every spot on campus. but,,,,you don’t even know this guy

“sorry, but i don’t really do anything but voice my opinion. there’s nothing,,,,we can do.”

you lie and wonpil frowns, thinks to himself for a second and then pulls something from his pocket

it’s a folded note that he hands to you

“if you ever need someone to help you, feel free to contact me.”

he grins, and then turns to walk up toward the library. you stare at the note and then stuff it in your pocket before your hands get cold

that night,,,,is hard for you

it’s even colder outside now, and the dark desolate campus is creepy - but you’ve got put these flyers up

you weren’t exactly 100% lying to wonpil about not being able to do anything - i mean you can put up these flyers, call out the names of people, do just about anything

but you can’t get caught

you’re on the backside of the theater building, putting up a flyer near where you know theater kids hang out

when a hand falls on your shoulder

your first instinct is to run, to pull your hood over your head and run

but you freeze instead, till you hear the same peppy voice you did earlier in the day

“do you need help?”

wonpil’s smile greets you when you turn, why he’s also outside at 3 am is beyond you

“i fell asleep practicing in the back. i got tired after helping cleanup some stuff and put away the costumes. sorta lost track of time.”

he explains and you give him a thin-lipped smile back

he motions to your handful of flyers

“but i can help if you need it.”

you clutch the flyers and straighten up “listen, im happy you’re offering but it isn’t like,,,im putting these up so late for no reason. if someone catches us, it’s going to be bad. you don’t want to be involved. you look like you’re a,,,,”

he blinks, waiting for you to explain - you look him mover and sigh”you look like a good boy. like you’re hoping to get into a great masters program. this isn’t for you.”

you turn, pressing down one last piece of tape on your flyer - but  for some reason you don’t hear wonpil leave

“i would like to get into a masters program, but that doesn’t mean i can’t help.”

he takes half the flyers in your hand and asks where else you need them to be put. you want to grab them back, tell him to take a hike and keep his mouth shut about seeing you 

but you just give up, because something tells you he’s relentless when it comes to offering his help

you don’t see him again, and in the morning there’s an email about whoever put the flyers up needs to report to the administrative building asap

out of curiosity, you visit the place you told wonpil to put up the flyer - it’s there

a smirk settles on your lips “he didn’t chicken out.”

the day passes by normally, wonpil eats with his friends and does his musical history essay while annoying jae with questions about his trip abroad

but something,,,,feels awfully nervous in his gut

everytime he passes by a flyer you put up, the bold print reads: take action! expel harrassers! believe the victims!

and it’s not that he’s worried about the message - because he wholeheartedly believes in it, and he’s not worried about his involvment with it

no, he’s worried about you

everyone knows you did it. literally the first thing he saw in his texts that morning was people chatting about it, your name mentioned ten times over and over

who else would have done it? who else yelled at the assembly? they’re going to get expelled 

that words - expelled - it makes wonpil sweat 

helping you had given him an adrenaline rush, he had felt like he was a real vigilante - a real activist

he had felt like he was doing something worthy, not standing in the middle of the quad trying to get people’s attention about some cause

but this had gained ground, this had made people interested and ,,,, maybe a part of him felt like he had impressed you

but that was all squashed by the idea of this getting you in trouble

which is why he runs out of his last class, dashing past a surprised looking professor as he searches up and down for you

there’s only one dorm that has the flyer pasted right on the front and so wonpil assumes this has to be yours

all he does is ask your name and the RA rolls their eyes, “third floor.”

wonpil’s palms are sweaty, he has been anxious talking to people before - like teachers or heads of departments or his crush in the third grade 

but ,,,,, now he’s nervous to talk to you 

finally he knocks, and then realizes he should at least say who he is “it’s me, wonpil i just wanted - wanted to know if you’re -”

the door swings open, you stare at wonpil, towel around your neck and in your pajamas

wonpil swallows the lump in his throat, and keeps his eyes focused on yours

“to know if you’re ok,,,,”

“im fine, for a second there i thought you were the dean or something. come in.”

wonpil hesitates, not following after you for a bit before you snap at him to close the door and not let the heat out of the room

at the sound of your voice, he does as told - like a puppy eagerly listening to its owner

“i did get a strongly worded email from someone in the advising department about watching myself. the whole, you want to graduate -don’t you? crap.”

you fall into the chair beside your desk and click a button to make your laptop light up in response

wonpil sits, back straight like a board on your bed and watches as you refresh your email

nothing interesting, so you turn to look at him 

“thanks for helping me though, that was very cool of you.”

he flushes red and it’s so obvious it makes you giggle

“never broken the rules before?” you coo and wonpil shifts a little

“it’s not,,,a habit of mine. no. but im happy i helped.”

he beams again, like that time he did on the steps. you think it’s adorable and almost reach out to pat the top of his head

“so,,,,,,you’re just going to keep your jacket on the whole time?”

wonpil jumps a little, laughing to hide his embarrassment and shrugs off the layers

you decide to show him some of the other things you’ve been working on, other flyers and events you want to attend. 

he seems really into it, listening and nodding. asking questions and genuinely responding to all this information that really,,,has nothing to do with him

but you can see he’s got passion, the pureness in him might be the pureness to help others and that’s something rare - something rare and respectable

you notice how he’s cute from far away, but up close he has,,,,,quite a strong jaw and his shirt dips just enough for you to see the outline of his clavicle

his skin is perfect too, you’re almost envious and pull your eyes away when he hums a “did you hear me?”

wonpil also notices new things about you, your hair is slightly darker from the shower you took before he came by,,,

the slope of your neck is pretty,,,,his fingers suddenly want to trace down it

he distracts that thought and takes note about your room - it’s a single bed, the wall covered with different articles cut from newspapers, local band posters, political flyers about events and protests 

but there’s also a stack of old records on your shelf, a cute picture frame of what he assumes is a younger you with a parent 

your room isn’t messy, but your closet looks a little in disarray - small trinkets here and there speak to your personality and ,,,, wonpil feels like he might be one of the lucky people that gets to know more about you

time doesn’t phase either of you - not until the RA comes knocking “we have to talk” they say

and a cold shiver runs down wonpil’s spine, as you sigh and get up

you get up and tell wonpil to hide near the closet

opening the door, the RA looks pissed “get dressed, i need to speak with you in my office.”

you nod, close the door and wonpil seems like he wants to say something, but you stop him

“this was bound to happen. im sure it can’t be that bad for some flyers.”

wonpil puts a hand on your shoulder before you turn back to leave

“it’s cold, here.” he hands you the hoodie he had under his jacket and you take it

“good luck charm?” you laugh, albeit you know you’re in a serious situation

“i hope they don’t,,,,,” the word expel dies in his throat and you pull your hands though the sleeves of the warm fabric. it smells like laundry, fresh and clean. like wonpil.

you open the door and disappear after the RA

wonpil suddenly feels unwelcome, alone in your dorm, but he waits out the feeling before he can slip away unnoticed

you don’t get expelled - obviously they can’t do that for some paper hung up on some walls. plus your gpa is fine

but you barely, barely dodge non-academic suspension (thanks to the school wanting to avoid you bringing the whole thing to the attention of the media. you kind of snark at that, don’t they know instagram exists? people posted photos of the flyer already lmao)

but you also just put your head down and bare it,,,,,,,make a false promise that you won’t do it again

“this could be vandalism.” someone says at some point and you’re so so so tempted to say something but you keep your mouth shut

when you get back to your dorm, you crash down on your bed 

the feeling of wonpil’s sweater makes the whole thing a little easier,,,,you don’t mean to be corny but it feels like a hug,,,,which is what you kind of need right now

the morning comes, and you get up too late for your first class

some people have texted if you’re ok,,,,you make a joke that it’s not like you set something on fire. you can’t get expelled for flyers 

but looking at your phone you suddenly remember,,,,

crawling out of bed, you shuffle through your jeans to fine the note wonpil gave you the first time you met. you put in his number and send a text 

i kind of feel like you might be worrying your head off about this, but im fine. didn’t get expelled. 

almost instantly there’ a reply 

i was worried T___T but im happy you’re ok, want to celebrate no-expulsion with pancakes?!? :D

“god he’s so cute” you mumble to yourself

can you get them over to my dorm, it’s too cold to go out

you almost feel bad at how fast he agrees

wonpil is over in half an hour,,,,,you tell him about what happened - it was just like a meeting and your adviser was like don’t let this ruin your chances blah blah 

you wave your fork around, explaining that it’s just a flyer - it’s artistic expression - yet they compared it to almost vandalism???

you don’t get it, neither does wonpil who shares in your disdain but hey,,,,the pancakes are super good

with breakfast over with, you and wonpil enter this weird phase of what do we do now?

“if you ever do something like that again, im glad to help.” he starts and he knows you’re going to be like no way, you can’t get in trouble with me

but he stops before you can say that

“and next time, ill get caught with you. it’s worth it, this cause is worth it.”

you want to argue, wonpil can tell, and your determination for it- like your determination for everything else makes his heart swell

because your strength and perseverance are lovely to him 

if other people fall for fluttering eyes and cute giggles, wonpil falls for people with pride and passion

so it’s only natural he’d fall for you

before you know who starts it, you and wonpil are kissing and it’s delicate at first because wonpil isn’t sure of what you like,,,what you want from him

but it’s ok, because you take over and show him

and wonpil,,,,is so obliging for it

not much can happen, because you’re pretty sure he has class but when he leaves your dorm this time it’s not under awkward circumstance

but dizzy, perfect circumstance

wonpil rushing to kiss you one last time before he’s on his way

when people find out you and wonpil are a thing the whole campus starts the “opposites really do attract” theory

because you? and wonpil?

it shouldn’t make sense, but it happens

and your evidence is all over the place from wonpil’s neck littered in kisses and your phone background a smiling photo of the two of you in the library

“so you’re like,,,,dating them right?” sungjin asks once and wonpil, while watching you rant over text about how shitty the government is while also having heart eyes about it

just nods, enchanted “yeah,,,aren’t i lucky?”

it takes a bit, but his friends warm up to you

youngk and jae do it pretty fast, you have the same sort of sarcastic side to you and secretly we all know youngk is a bit of an anarchist himelf

dowoon is happy to have wonpil’s affection directed toward someone else

and sungjin,,,,finally comes to understand that you’re not just doing this for attention - you’re doing this because you care

plus,,,you make wonpil so freaking happy

like wonpil is already a happy person, but with you it’s tenfold - it’s like there are constant stars around you two

you don’t know much about theater, but wonpil invites you to his performances

and you’re really surprised when one of them covers some pretty political topics - wonpil shyly admits you helped inspire him to bring it up among his friends

also he looks really cute in all the different outfits and you’re like wtf my boyfriend is cute as hell

some people don’t like that you speak your mind, they ask wonpil stupidly invase questions

and wonpil had no bad bone in his body, but he’s,,,,really,,not ok with people trying to tell him who he can’t and can’t love

this - he voices easily (much to the shock and amusment of night6 at a show wheree some asshole who said something about you got covered in beer,,,,,we won’t say how)

oh - you love night6

the music is,,,,really good and jamie, their impromptu manager takes a liking to you rather quickly

“i thought wonpil’s type was more,,,,,fluffy you know. but you - you’re cool.”

she grins once and you feel your face flush, because it’s true - sometimes you’re like why is wonpil with you?

isn’t someone as kind and gentle as him,,,more along his line? 

but wonpil loves everything about you - he loves that you’re not like him,,,but at the same time that your values are as strong as his

also wonpil just loves that you know what you want,,,,like it’s so hot when you’re you know

in control of your life ,,,, and other things cough

im just saying that when his backs against the wall and your hands up his shirt like that’s his cup of tea

your teeth on his lips,,,,,,your nails on his shoulder??? sign him up

anyway,, 

wonpil is the one to suggest a matching set of bracelets and you’re like,,,touching it on your wrist

and everything about it is so cheesy but when he asks if you like it, big clear eyes and a tinge of need for approval in his voice

you nod, reach out and kiss him senseless “of course i do”

and you do, if anything happened to this god dam ncouple bracelet you would flip shit

you still have his sweater,,,he asked for it back once because like he was cold but you’re like it’s mine now

and he was like oh,,,,OH,,,,!!!!! ok hehe!!!! everything is yours though, im yours too!!!

he’s so cute - ive said this ten times but he is

he’s in like twenty clubs so he’s busy a lot, you know you do your thing on your own but he’s like a group kind of person

but if you need him - wonpil is there in a flash

totally helps you with skincare, i feel like he’s the boyfriend you do facemasks with

“you guys do facemasks? you don’t like,,,talk about the government?” youngk asks and you shake your head

“you’d be surprised, me and wonpil even watch cartoons together. because you know,,,we’re a normal couple.”

“but you two aren’t normal” sungjin blurts out and you laugh as wonpil stirs his head on your lap to look at sungjin

“of course we are! i mean,,,maybe not,,,i don’t know- i think we’re pretty cute though”

no one believes wonpil when he says he helped you put those flyers up because huh, isn’t he like too much of a ??? nice boy to do that

wonpil pouting: im nice,,,but i can be,,,,you know,,, ADVENTEROUS 

wonpil buying a motorcycle jacket to impress you but then getting all shy when jae goes is that to impress your s/o

listen,,,he tries so hard and he loves you with so much energy it’s so endearing

teaches you to play some pieces on the piano and gets giddy when you tell him how fun it is

just,,,,just hear me out ok: you’re a rebel with a cause basically and wonpil is a soft angel who wants to make people safe and happy 

and you’re like hunched over your laptop reading the news and he’s laying beside you with his book on classical musical history

two people who look like they wouldn’t even be friends are so in love with each other

because you guys are just good people, with good intentions, and love so so so strong that it could change the world

wonpil is sure of that, when you two kiss and it’s like there is still goodness in the world - there’s still love

not to be poetic, but um you’re the moon and he’s the sun and the dynamic is so good 

you guys get up to more advocacy stuff together, off campus mostly because wonpil really doesn’t wnat you in trouble

but you also share the straw to your soda and link legs under the table in the cafe while dowoon is like “as long as he isn’t blowing kisses at me,,,,”

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