Sehun was, as always, ignoring his classmates talking about a stupid beach party. How could he care less he didn't know. He was chatting with Luhan about new methods to not die from dehydration, because he had left at home his money to buy lunch and water and the male's bathrooms where off limits due to the broken ceiling.

Luck wasn't his strongest point, but Luhan had, of course, the right words to cheer him up.

He knew nothing about him aside from the fact that he was a student in the same college, same age as him, and that he was entirely in love with him.

They had "met" when somebody on his first day of college had pasted onto the college's billboard in the main hallway a flier with a string of numbers written on it followed by a phrase "Nothing hits me like boredom. Let's talk"

Those number were actually a code that leaded to an email address. It took Sehun a whole night to figure that out.

It wasn’t a very happy period of his life: he had not managed to make any friends that day, not because he didn’t want to, but because, in his eyes, they looked all like very boring and ordinary people and if there was one thing he hated wholeheartedly was having stupid conversations with guys and girls like that.

Luhan got him on that perfectly: he was so full of surprises that Sehun couldn't believe his luck.

-They are still talking.- He wrote.

The response was almost immediate, as always.

-About what?-

-About the dumb concert on the beach. They are only going because the popular art kids are going to perform. Those peasants.-

-You did not just called your classmates peasants. I think my professor is looking at me with deadly eyes because I am trying hard not to laugh.

-Another peasant. Apart from Jongin and you everybody seems to have left their personality at home.-

-Should I feel honored?-

-Very. You are my ray of hope every time humanity fails to amuse me.-

-Oh. Then you are not going to like what I'm going to say.-

-Say it anyway.-

-I am going to be at the concert. I actually like events like that: you get to see what they are actually worth on stage, without having to cope with their trash talk.-

-You are starting to get peasant borderline.-

-Ok, ok, let me make something fun up. Let’s plat a game: your goal for tomorrow night will be to find me.-

Sehun draw in a breath and held it, struck by the sudden request. The first thing Luhan had asked him when they had started talking was to never ask him to meet in real life. He was incredibly firm on that point, so why…?

-How am I supposed to do that? You said Luhan it’s not your real name and I know nothing about how you look like. Wait... are you going to do this so you can me in the flesh?-

-Busted. Your just too smart for me. I'll go hide myself in the corner of shame.-

-No. I will go. Just promise me one thing: if you find me, please take the courage to go talk to me.-

Yixing was preparing the costume for their next performance, searching for the Ophelia one, but was slacking off. He was very tired from the night before: Min Ah had wanted to spend the night trying to talk with him, to get to know him a little bit, but that was the last thing he wanted: nights were for drowning his thoughts, burn his memories away with pleasure, not reminding him about his life outside the door. But he was nice, Jongin would have said he was almost too much sometimes, so he talked and listened. Mostly the latter: Min Ah apparently hated her job at the theater, being always a side character, and wanted to find a way to become the protagonist.

The truth was that she was a terrible actress but she always attracted more audience than others because she was a real beauty: tall and slender, with a sparkling complexion. Everything in her screamed "Superstar" but she had none of the talent required to actually be it.

Yixing was thinking about stealing some minutes from his work to go take a nap when suddenly someone tapped him on the shoulder.

"Sorry, I have to talk to the person in charge if tomorrow's opera. Can you help me?"

The guy was slightly shorter than him, with a really funny yet mature appearance and a smooth voice that caught Yixing of guard.

"Who are you? Are you the new King Lear?" He asked confused.

The stranger smiled, making his cheeks puff out.

"Yes, I am. My name is Kim Junmyeon and I got auditioned last week. You are?"

"My name is Yixing. I'm in charge of the scripts and sometimes the lost costumes. I'll you to Yifan, he is the one you have to talk to".

Junmyeon thanked him slightly bowing. Something about him made Yixing want to smile and laugh; it was like seeing a walking caricature of a character, but in a good way. He decided he liked the guy, at least for now.

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Yay, for summer's too much free time! Here is some development for Sehun and Lay and the peasant thing was inspired by an image that was just perfect. Hoping you like even the side characters chapters ^__^