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taeho: this might be the wrong number but hello.
pastel-boy: Uhm, I think it is the wrong number... But hello anyway!! :>

That's where everything started. No one knows it if was a slip of thumb while inserting the numbers, or if he was given a number at random, but this is when Taeho first spoke to Oliver. After a long conversation of getting to know one another, the boys realized they were both theatrical art students. They realized they both lived in Arizona. They realized they were both in college. They realized they both had the same tiny principal with curly blonde hair and the happiest attitude. They decided to meet each other by the statue of the founder, on the west wing side to see if they actually went to the same school.

All because Taeho screwed up and Oliver bothered to reply.

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Name:
Oliver Carson Hymun
Nickname:
Ollie
Username:
pastel-boy
Age:
19
Gender:
Male ((Femboy))
Appearance:
Oliver has bright blue eyes and curly red hair to his mid-neck. His face is covered in freckles, and he has a quite feminine facial structure. He is short and thin, standing at 4'3" and weighing 92 lbs. He has really thin limbs, and any average person could wrap their hand around his arm or lower leg. His upper leg is a bit thicker, but not by much. His body is covered in little freckles, not just his face. His nails are almost always painted a light pink or pastel purple. His ears are pierced, and he has two piercings on each ear. A silver stud and a pink flowers as earrings. He usually wears casual sundresses and sweaters, and loves to wear pink. He wears knee high socks or leggings with most outfits, along with flats or converse. He is stuck with horrible eyesight, meaning he needs glasses. He has wide rimmed, circular glasses, and he loves them.
Personality:
He's a sweet, kind boy with an excited personality. He is quite feminine, but not in a rude way. In a nice and tiny way. He loves people and his friends, and rarely yells or gets angry. He's a crybaby, though. And sensitive, with a heart bigger than his body. He loves cuddling and being a little spoon. He loves hugs!! He loves being adored and complimented, though they make him a flustered bean.
Crush:
Taeho ((so o n))
Bf/Gf:
n / a
Sexuality:
Asexual;Homoromantic ((Gay Lord))
College:
Crontona University
Other:
-N / A

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((Okay, let's start!!!))

Oliver woke up that morning in his dorm, head spinning. He groaned and sat up, stretching across the bed and grabbing his Advil bottle from the bedside table. He poured out one, swallowing it without water. He screwed it shut again, and set it down. He sighed. Stepping out of bed, he walked to his closet. He perked up a bit as he remembered he was finally meeting that boy he had texted late into the night until he had to shower. He usually showered late anyway.

He opened his closet and stripped out of his lounge shorts. He slipped into a pastel pink sundress, smiling. It was almost always warm in Arizona. He slipped on white knee high socks and pink flats, and set his pajamas on his bed. He quickly made it, and skipped into the bathroom.

He brushed his teeth and hair, putting in a white flower crown. He slipped on his glasses and smiled at his reflection, bright eyes shining back at him. He walked out, turning off the lights as he passed. He went into the kitchen. He grabbed a poptart, eating it quickly. He grabbed his messenger bag, slidding it over his shoulder. He threw away his trash, grabbing his keys. He left the dorm, locking it behind him. He left the dorm building, walking into the warm outside breeze. He hummed.

(can i just give you an applause for that description
it's beautiful)
Taeho was lucky to be to sleep in a bit today. However, he woke up 5 minutes earlier than his alarm. He just stayed in his bed looking straight. He was trying to rethink what happened last night. He texted a wrong student on accident but it turned out to be a good accident. Well, he predicts it's going to have a good ending.

He hears his alarm and moans at how loud it is. He turns it off quickly and decides to start getting ready for his classes. He first washed his face and teeth, checking his schedule while brushing his teeth. He then put two pieces of bread in his toaster and while waiting, he changed into his everyday outfit. Light blue skinny jeans, a loose white collar shirt with a thin black ribbon around the neck and black converse high. He put a pink, light sweater in his bag, just in case it gets too cold. But then again, it's Arizona, he doubts he'll need it.

The bread was already toasted after Taeho change and came back to the kitchen. He took out salted butter and a knife, put the toasted bread on a small bread and put the butter on bread. He looked for a drink, quickly picking orange juice as his breakfast drink and ate his breakfast. He slower than normal people, at least that's what his friends told him. He looked through his phone while eating. He came to the messages he sent to the mysterious person that he accidentally contacted. Maybe he should sent them a message. Just in case. Yeah.

"taehohoho: youre coming there for sure, right?"

Sent. He turned off his phone and washed his dishes. He quickly collected his keys, his bag, also making sure that he has everything needed for today and his phone. He went out his door as he was putting on his bag and locked the door. He put his keys in the opposite back pocket that had his phone in it. He started walking to the main building, enjoying the warm breeze.

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((thank <3))

Oliver had walked a bit when his phone buzzed. He had left it in his bag last night, oh god. It had to be low percentage. He was lucky he kept a mobile charger in there, too. He opened the bag, pulling out his phone and opening it with his thumbprint. He clicked on the messages app and smiled.

"taehohoho: you're coming there for sure, right?"

Oliver blinked. What? Did this guy not trust him? Okay, they did just meet last night, but seriously! He wasn't a boy to give up on his word. No, he's never do that... Unless it was something to do with that one cousin, Cosette.

"pastel-boy: Of course! You're not thinking about ditching, are you?"

He sent, and turned off his phone. He grabbed the cord of the mobile charger in his bag, plugging in his phone, slipping it into his bag. He closed the flap of the messenger bag, and kept walking. He adjusted the bag on his shoulder, and glanced around.

Anyone could be Taehohoho, right? Was he that smoker that pushed Oli down yesterday? No, that's not like tae. Was he the one guy who plays sports? Maybe? All he knew was that Tae was a foregin exchange student from... South Korea! Yeah! Oliver smiled softly, getting close to the main building. His first class was in 15 minutes, so he had some time to get there.

Taeho grabbed his phone when he felt it buzz. He was almost at the main building and looked around first so he wouldn't bump into anyone. He read the text:

"pastel-boy: Of course! You're not thinking about ditching, are you?"

He was a bit surprised. Why would he ditch if he asked if they're coming? Maybe they experienced something like this before? What could he know, he doesn't even know the name of this person. He looked up before replying:

"taehohoho: of course not! i'm just making sure"

He tried reply the best that he can, leaving him to delete his reply quite a bit. He turned off his phone and sped up his walking. He had time 10 minutes until the lessons started. Might as well go there. So he started to walk to his listen, seeing some friends on the way and saying hi to them.

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Oliver entered the main building, and was hit with a wave of cold air. He sighed. They always kept the buildings freezing. He adjusted his bag on his shoulder, and he continued down the hall slowly. He felt the soft vibration of his phone, and leaned against the wall. He pulled out his cellphone, and opened it. He smiled.

"taehohoho: of course not! i'm just making sure."

He blinked and nodded. It made sense. He had been ditched by people before, and he knew that feeling of being ditched. He sighed, his thumbs moving quickly over the keys as he typed out a reply.

"pastel-boy: oh, okay! Well, I'll be there, don't worry!"

He hit send, and slipped his phone back into the bag. He began to continue to his homeroom, and bumped into a tall guy. He looked up, blinking. "Get out of the way, you gay klutz." The other growled, and Oliver flinched. He rushed away from the other male, and entered his first class; Drama. They were working on a play, and Oliver played the main female-Belle. He didnt really know the beast, but assumed it was just some popular Sophmore. He smiled as he sat down, setting his bag on the ground next to him. The guy who played Le Fou, Marty, sat next to him, and they struck a small conversation.

Taeho had music first, which he really enjoyed along with dance. He wasn't the best at acting so his classes didn't have a lot of it. He entered and went to his normal seat. It seemed like his partner wasn't here yet. He sighed. He knew that she was normally late for whatever reason. Putting on makeup, making sure she looks perfect, maybe even posting on instagram but he didn't care about any of that stuff. He felt a buzz once again so he quietly took out his phone and read the message he received:

"pastel-boy: oh, okay! Well, I'll be there, don't worry!"

Taeho smiled. They'll be there, for sure. He turned his phone and put it away as his partner neared him. His clear smile turned into an awkward smile as she started ranting about how Taeho didn't text her. He tried to explain himself but she's a bit stubborn. Taeho held his head down until she finished. They ended up putting in their phones just before the teacher came. Taeho might've seen some hearts near his contact name but shrugged it off. Some people are like that, he guessed.

The teacher came with his trusty mac laptop and set it down on his table. He fixed his glasses and started to explain what they'll do this lesson. In short, the students will be giving their topic that would've been picked last lesson but the teacher didn't have enough time as the random picker website was lagging. Taeho and his partner ended up getting conjunto. They started working on it quietly. They both did work that they agreed to do but Taeho noticed how his partner was sending him looks once in a while.

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Oliver giggled as Marty cracked a joke, and Marty let out a soft laugh as well. Oliver patted his shoulder, and smiled. Marty was pretty funny and nice, and even Oliver couldn't deny he was kinda handsome. Marty had brown hair and brown eyes, with a nice shaped face, and an adorable smile. He was wearing a white shirt and jeans, and converse.

Oliver smiled at Marty, whose face heated up. He turned at the sound of the instructor, who smiled at them. "Good morning. Marty. Oliver." The instructor smiled, making Oliver smile as well. "Good morning, Mr.Kempker." He hummed, and straightened. "Have you seen the others?" Both of the boys shook their heads, and the door opened to reveal Alec, the boy playing Gaston. He sat on the other side of Oliver, and smiled. "Oh! Good morning, Alec." Alec nodded in greeting, and sent Oliver a soft wink.

Over the next 6 minutes, the rest of the cast flooded into the classroom. They decided to do the scene in which Belle is walking through town and greeting everyone. Basically the beginning, after the Beast's history. Oliver stood in the front of the classroom, where there was a good amount of space. The other people were scattered across the area, and Oliver had to sing during this. He sang, voice sweet and feminine.

"You could call me by my name, you know?" his partner said to him.
"O-Oh, sure... What is it, again?" he awkwardly said, scratching his nape with one hand, holding his pen in the other. She laughed it off and said her name was Alex. Taeho apologized for his bad memory and got back to his work. He was researching about the origin of conjunto while Alex did the research of how it developed. Taeho was doing pretty well while Alex would check with him about a lot of the stuff for example if he'll talk about or he should talk about that.

Taeho thought it was normal group work as he never experienced complete group work in Arizona completely. Everyone is different. Yet, even the teacher came, thinking there was too much chatting. Of course, there's people that don't actually do the work and chat instead but they both far from those people. The teacher let them off, a bit impressed at the amount of work both produced so far. Taeho tried his best to extend the information he found while with Alex, she seemed natural in it.

The next task was to find another pair and compare the different styles of music and how they're different. Luckily, there was a pair were there was one of Taeho's friends, Ungjae and one of Alex's. They without doubt went to that pair. Ungjae told Taeho how it seems like Alex is acting different around him. Taeho was surprised, of course. He was naïve about love as he hasn't experienced it at all.
"How?" Taeho asked. Ungjae told him a short story about how Alex coldly rejected Ungjae. Taeho changed the subject and started talking about the work instead. Ungjae sighed and went along with it. He was going to talk about him about this at lunch. Or he hopes he cam talk to Taeho.

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Class went smoothly as they finished blocking the first few scenes. Oliver was very patient as they told him to hold a pose for a while as they set others in different places. He held his arms up in a circle, one foot on the ground, and the other off of it by a few inches. He held it for a good ten minutes. He trembled as his body became weak from holding the position. He smiled and stopped when he was told he could.

After blocking the scenes for about half of the first part of the show, class was coming to a end. It wasn't completely over, but the teacher wanted to talk to everyone. "Alright everyone! That was good! I think I can say that this musical is definitely coming along. Everyone study lines and be ready for tomorrow! That's all I got..." The bell rang loudly, making Oliver jump.

The class exited as Oliver finished gathering his things. He left the class and looked at his watch. 10:00. He had another class before he could meet up with Taehohoho. His heart fluttered. He had to hurry to his next class, Dance. He had music this afternoon. His footsteps were quick as he entered the very large dance room. He pulled his sweats and tanktop out of his bag, and raced to the dance room's changing area. He slid behind the curtain, sliding on the outfit. He slipped his dress and socks into the bag, and put on his flats. They worked for his dance. He exited the changing area, and set his bag in the area they always went. He started stretching as others entered.

Taeho thanked Alex for her hard work and got his work, walking out of class. He luckily remembered he had English next. As a foreign student, he struggled with this subject and still sometimes does. He had never understood why he needs to study Shakespearean plays or analyse books but it did sometimes change the way he views book or plays, some even helped him act.

He quickly walked to his class, sitting in his normal seat. Well, they didn't really have a seating plan but it seemed like most people liked sitting in the same seat every lesson and one of those people was Taeho. He took off his small black bag off and looked through it, trying to find the book they're currently studying, his book he keeps his notes in and his patterned pencil case. He quickly found them and put them on the desk. He opened his note book to a free page and took his pen out. He read through his note while waiting for the teacher. He realised he wrote some notes in Hangul without realising. He scoffed and rewritten the notes in English below.

"Ya" Taeho hears and looks where it came from. It was Ungjae. Taeho already knew it him from his deep husky voice. He was South Korean too so they some times talked Hangul to help them not forget their mother language.
"Did you really not know about that girl?" Ungjae said in Hangul, almost surprised. He was talking about Alex but Taeho could care less about her.
"Of course not" Taeho exaggerates the last letter. "Why would I care about her, I barely know her. Let's not talk about her, ok?" Taeho turns away from Ungjae. Ungjae knew how to make him angry quickly even though he didn't mean to. He sighed and went back to his own work.Soon the teacher came to begin the lesson.

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Oliver was stretching on the bar, and others came into the room. He spotted his partner, James. The male was very tall and well built, and they had to dance together to a song called "Breezeblocks" by Alt J. Oliver represented the more feminine role in the dance.

After a short intro, the students were told they could try their dances. The dance room was a good size for all of the students to dance in, and Oliver took James hand. They went to an area a bit away from the rest of the students, and Oliver hummed. "Alright. Let's see if we can get through the first verse without hitting a snag, okay?" James said, and Oliver nodded.

They got in there positions - Oliver seated on the floor with his arms held up by James. James stood above him, clutching the little boy's thin wrists. James reached over, turning on their music. James yanked Oliver up and held him by his shoulders, picking him up into the air and spinning him. Oliver faked struggle, and was dropped by James softly. He backed up on his bum, and protected his face. James towered over Oliver, and froze as he almost punched him. Oliver uncovered his face, and stood. He took a step from James, and circled the frozen boy. James unfroze, taking on a much more caring attitude. He approached Oliver, picking him up bridal style.

They finished the first verse, and began discussing little things they could improve on. Mainly James's aggression. He was too sweet. But Oliver had his fear down. He was properly terrified. Throughout the song, James needed to be bipolar, while Oluver had to remain scared.

The teacher was called Miss Johnson, if Taeho remembers correctly. She always had eyeliner on and her glasses on, wearing boots that make you much taller than you actually are but Taeho really didn't care if someone wants to be taller than they actually are. He was a bit shorter than the average height too so he understood the struggle.

She explained how they're going to read the next chapter and see if there's anything to note, as usual. She looked around as she asked if everyone understood. Everyone did. If they didn't, they would be judged by everyone as they did this multiple times already. Soon they started reading the chapter, Miss Johnson reading out loud, sometime picking different students to read so she can look at the other students.

Taeho frequently turned his note book to translate the words that were in the book, some not found but it still made sense to him most of the time. The chapter was short so they had decent amount of time to analyse it. Miss Johnson started analysing, taking some ideas from the students while she also wrote down her ideas. Taeho tried his best to write down every idea in his note book. He still struggled to write fast but managed to write down the most important ideas, in his opinion.

Miss Johnson put on question to answer in the last 15 minutes which some students managed to answer all, making the teacher write more. Taeho wasn't one of those students but he finished most questions, which he was proud of. He made sure every note was in a structure he was happy with and could understand easily.

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James and Oliver ran through the first verse and chorus, and finished there. Oliver was sweating a bit, and James tossed him his towel. "Here, you can borrow this." He hummed, and Oliver smiled in thanks. He wiped his head and arms, and sighed, tossing it back at James. James smiled at him softly, and used the towel for himself.

"I'm gonna change." Oliver said, and grabbed his bag. James nodded. Oliver slipped behind the curtain, quickly changing into his sundress and white socks. He slid on his flats, and put his dance outfit back in the bag. He walked out, and made small talk with James until the bell rang a hum.

11:30. He had 15 minutes to get to the west side to meet Taehohoho. He bid farewell to James, and walked out of the dance room with quick feet. He walked out of the building, and raced to the west side. He made it to the statue at 11:40, and leaned against the marble base.

The founder was atop the base, standing in salute. His left hand was in salute, and her other was folded behind his back. He was smiling. Oliver looked up at the statue, and coughed lightly.

(("He made it to the statue at 11:10" ?))

Taeho finished the sentence he was writing and closed his book as he heard the book. Miss Johnson dismissed the class and every student hurried out to lunch. Taeho packed his equipment into his bag and hurried to the statue. On his way he grabbed out his phone to see if he got any messages. He did but it was from Alex:

"Alex: Hey, wanna grab lunch together? :)"

Urgh. She uses emojis. One of the things Taeho doesn't use normally most for the hate of them. And they're making a movie about them? He honestly didn't understand the world. He quickly replied:

"taehohoho: no, i'm fine. i have someone else i have to meet up with"

And Alex quickly replied:

"Alex: Oh, alright. How about tomorrow? We have to work on the project sometime :/
taehohoho: true. im free tomorrow lunch, let's meet up then?
Alex: Yup, that's fine with me. In the nearby café?
taehohoho: sure
Alex: See you then ❤
taehohoho: see you"

He cringed at the emojis once again and ignored the heart. Maybe she is dropping hints but Taeho ignored them. He'll have to show her he's not interested somehow. Suddenly he thinks how the it's now only dropping hints and not saying it directly. He pushed the thoughts out of his mind as he reached the founder's statue. He looked around. Not that many people but he didn't know what west is or where it is. He turned on his phone which was still in his hand and unlocked it.

"taehohoho: where is the west wing exactly?"

Sent. Maybe he'll recognize the person from when they grab their phone. He looked at the time. 11:43. Maybe they're that person who's exactly on time? Or normally late?

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((Whoops edited! Meant 11:40!))

Oliver say on a bench by the statue, crossing his ankles. He opened his bag, and dug through it to try to find his novel. He was reading "Everything, Everything." He was a sucker for romance novels, considering that all of his relationships had come to a poor end. He had to read about others to feel happy, he supposed.

He swallowed, his fingers clasping around the book's biding. He pulled it out, and set it down on his lap. He grabbed his phone, and opened it. 11:45. He gulped.

"Did he forget? Nono, you're just always on time. He might just be running late because he was on the other side of the school or got caught up in that project..." He rambled softly, sliding his phone back into the bag. He sighed softly. He closed the bag, and found his place in his book. His eyes ran over the ink on the pages, and his lips curled softly as they kissed. His toes curled in his shoes, and he seemed to slip from the real world and all of his worries.

As most of the other people left, he noticed someone reading a book on a bench. He didn't see anyone that stayed here for that long anyways. It was lunch, why would they stay. Well, they could be meeting someone else like Taeho was but that's a rare chance as there's many other places they could meet.

Taeho quietly walked over to the person reading as he slid his phone in his jean's pocket. He tapped softly on their shoulder a few times. He studied their outfit and the features he could see so far. The dress and flats combo definitely a cute and good choice. The colours went well as well. This quickly went through Taeho's head. He always carried about fashion and makeup but put on simple outfits and barely any makeup. It was considered feminine while for him, it's natural. He ignored any comments that he acted feminine or looked so because he already knew that.

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Oliver jumped as he felt a few taps on his bare shoulder, the contact sending a shock through him. He turned to see the person that has tapped his shoulder, and smiled. He studied the person's face, and blinked. He was handsome. Blonde hair, warm and beautiful brown eyes, and glasses. Oliver felt his cheeks heat a bit. 'I'm sooo gay.' He thought, and shook his head lightly, his locks running along the nape of his neck lightly as his head shook.

"Oh! Uhm, Taeho...hoho?" He added on the end softly, unsure if the other's name had the end of the username. He gave a sweet, greeting smile, brushing a lock of hair from his face and tucking it behind his ear. He blinked up at the other softly.

He had no make up on, as he hadn't bothered to put any on, but his own eyes were big and well defined. His lips were pretty plump and red anyway, even without lipstick. He usually didn't bother to out on any. He swallowed as he gazed up at the other male, his heart thumping in his chest like a big drum. He smiled softly, and shifted. He absentmindedly closed his book while still looking at Tae, leaving it sit on his lap.

Taeho giggled quietly at how he was called by his username. "Just Taeho will be fine" he said, sitting down next to "pastel-boy" and crossing his legs. "So shall I call you pastel boy?" he smile got bigger as he made a lame joke. He knew he was lame but he's not one to make good jokes. He looked at "patel-boy's" eyes noticing a bit of a blush in the corner of his own eyes. He almost scoffed but kept it in. 'People are falling for his beauty left and right' he joked to himself. Of course, that never happened and most likely not going to happen. His looks were decent, nothing special. That was always his opinion.

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