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“Hi, Soonyoung!” Jihoon waved enthusiastically to the red haired boy sitting on one of the tables in the far corner of the library. As usual, Soonyoung ignored him. Jihoon shrugged and went ahead and sat in front of Soonyoung, placing his books and rilakkuma pencil case on the table.
Jihoon stared at the boy in front of him: from his newly dyed red hair, his beautiful eyes that turns into slits whenever he smiles and laugh, to his pretty pink lips that Jihoon wanted to taste at least once in his boring college life. Jihoon let out a small smile, he remembered when they first met:
It’s Jihoon’s first day of school, he transferred from a high school in Busan to a prestigious one in Seoul, at least that’s what he’s been told. So far, Jihoon’s first impression of the school is terrible. The moment he stepped into the school ground, a tall student rudely bumped his shoulder causing Jihoon to fall face first on the ground. He didn’t even look back and said sorry! And then Jihoon had to find the secretary’s office to let them know he arrived and get his schedule, Jihoon’s obviously new since he still doesn’t have a uniform on, he politely asked for directions but what did the students he asked do? Ignore him! When he finally managed to get to his room, thirty minutes into the first period, a bucket of flour was dumped into him. Amazing first day.
Jihoon didn’t cry, just confused. His classmates are laughing and pointing at him, some even copying the shocked face he has on. When he recovered from the shock, he dusted off his clothes and blonde hair before straightening up and facing the class with a small smile on his face.
“Sir,” Jihoon directed his gaze at his teacher who’s also laughing at him. He stopped when he heard Jihoon call him and cleared his throat, a smirk on his lips.
“I think this class is a bunch of brainless monkeys lead by an,” Jihoon looked at his teacher up and down with a face full of disgust, “even more of a brainless monkey. I obviously don’t belong here.” He bowed down before walking out of the classroom.
Jihoon walked the hallways aimlessly, since he can’t find any goddamn bathrooms anywhere to wash up he might as well explore the school. There aren’t any students around since it’s still the first period, which is good, Jihoon doesn’t want to deal with anymore idiots so early in the morning and on his first day. When he got bored of walking around, he ditched school. Jihoon thought it’s fine since he’s never going back there anyway, his parents wouldn’t mind especially when he tells them how horrible that pigsty is.
Jihoon may have forgotten he still has flour on his clothes, bag, and hair. People are looking and some blatantly staring at him until a lady tapped him on the shoulder and told him he should probably wash up on one of the bathrooms on a nearby café.
Jihoon entered the nearest café but instead of walking straight to the bathroom, he lined up and ordered a hot chocolate with extra marshmallows and sat on the more secluded side of the café.
He was playing on his phone when someone placed a mug of hot chocolate with extra marshmallows in front of him. And a wet towel? He looked up from his phone and that’s when he saw him. It might just be Jihoon’s mind playing tricks on him but he swears his whole world stopped for a moment.
In front of him, holding a wet towel, is the most beautiful human being Jihoon has ever seen in his dull seventeen years of living. Gorgeous black hair that falls just before his equally as gorgeous eyes, a smile that can light up a whole nation, and goddamn he’s just so beautiful Jihoon thought he might cry.
“Hey, you okay?” Oh gosh, that’s the most beautiful and the softest voice Jihoon has heard (aside from his mom’s of course).
Gorgeous guy pulled a chair from another table and sat on Jihoon’s right side, Jihoon could only stare at him with his mouth slightly open. Mr. Gorgeous held Jihoon’s chin and leaned closer, gently wiping the blushing blonde’s face with the wet towel he’s holding.
And that’s when Jihoon knew, he just fell in love.
Now he’s in college, fortunately not a pigsty like that ‘prestigious’ high school, and he’s still in love with the same gorgeous guy. Nothing drastic really changed in Jihoon’s life except for being in love and sharing almost the same classes as Mr. Gorgeous.
“You’re staring,” Jihoon snapped out of his thoughts when he heard Mr. Gorgeous, Soonyoung, speak. He hastily took one of his books and opened it to a random page, using it to hide his blushing face.
“I-I wasn’t! Just go back to whatever you were doing and d-don’t bother me!” Jihoon peaked over his book to see Soonyoung just staring at him before going back to playing with his phone.
Jihoon smiled, at least now Soonyoung’s talked to him. You see, Jihoon discovered a lot of things in the years he knew Mr. Gorgeous, like how Soonyoung likes having a lot of alone time and how he doesn’t like tea on rainy days. But what bothers Jihoon is when Soonyoung acts as if he doesn’t know Jihoon when they’re in school. Jihoon would be lying if he says it doesn’t hurt him one bit, it does hurt him a lot when Soonyoung blatantly ignores him at school. Was it because of Jihoon’s naturally blonde hair that attracts attention? Is it because he’s too short? Is he ashamed of how Jihoon looks? Jihoon can’t help it though, he was born that way.
But maybe he can change the way he looks.
Jihoon looked down on his clothes: an oversized baby pink sweater, white shorts and white rubber shoes, he touched his face and hair, round glasses and blonde hair. He then looked at the table in front of him: a pile of books on one side with his rilakkuma pencil case and a bunch of sticky notes and a pack of pastel and character washi tapes.
Jihoon frowned, “That’s why he’s ashamed of being seen with me,” he muttered under his breath. Soonyoung looked up from his phone for a moment to look at the muttering boy before turning his gaze back to his phone.
The bell rang, it’s already dismissal time. Jihoon hastily packed his things and left without even saying good bye to Soonyoung.
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Jihoon arrived home in a flash, he went straight to his room and threw his bag on a corner. He opened his closet and took all his clothes out and laid them all in a pile on his bed. Pinks, yellows, pastels. He rummaged through his drawers, taking out packs upon packs of pastel washi tapes and sticky notes and journals. He looked around his room, pastel, pastel, pastel. Jihoon’s starting to hate it.
He took a few boxes from under his bed, the same boxes he had with him when they first moved to Seoul, and shoved everything he sees that is pastel from his room into it. Which is everything, including his clothes.
It’s time for a transformation, Jihoon thought.