Hatred - 2Min/Minmin

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Seungmin did not like Mango Madness, he liked Orange. Orange was one colour, unlike the yellow–and–white–striped Mango madness.
     
     “ There's no orange, ” said mother.
     “ Cola? ”
     “ No cola ”
     “ Vanilla? ”
     “ No Vanilla, just have Mango Madness. It's good. Your brother likes it” favourite child.
        He would have rather stayed home and watched Evil dead for thirty-time on his brother's computer, a second–hand AMD 1.8 GB Thunderbird Athlon, with 330MB SDRAM SoundBlaster Live sound card, a CD drive with a 12GS hard disk. (a/n:Idk what this is I just googled for some old design)

  He was making a list of his favourite movies in his head while his parents talked about the next loan installment and lamented about the rising price of onions, potatoes, lentils, ladies’ fingers brinjals, textiles, cab subscription , electricity and so on.

   In his list, Evil Dead, The Texas Chainsaw Massacre and The Blair Witch project (a/n:some really old movies at least for me, my sister watches it) we're his top three horror movies of all time .

     “ What do you want to watch these for? They are all so scary, ” his mother would ask whenever he wanted a new VCD.

     “ Let your brother choose ” his father would say.

      “ Is it because I'm this way? ” he would snap, pointing at the birthmark in his cheek. Back then he was gradually beginning to realize there was something off about him. He knew he was different. He was yet to find out that the would treated the different hatred.

       “ No, ” his mother would lie.
       Generalized vitiligo was one of the first phrases Seungmin had learnt to write down. It's was his prescriptions had said. It's a disease with no certain cause. It's causes skin pigment cells to die resulting in patchy sensitive skin.

      To his advantage it was just visible in his face and his tummy part.

     It started showing up when he was only two. For a little kids it wasn't much of a bother for him, in fact it was so delight. “Hey  I have two skin colours. I am fair and see this green colour? I am unique. So cool! ” He would say.

    The condition slowly started improving and the patches from other body parts gradually faded but not the one in his tummy and face.

   The ‘condition’ didn't matter to him a  lot, at least not until he turned nine. He thought it was something people had, like short height, or bad nose, or shitty attitude, a brain less smart, or pointy ears.

     Now he knew that pointy ears would have been better.
    As he grew taller and wider and bigger, the patches swelled in size like an ink dot on an inflated balloon. Soon he was the ‘freak’ in school.

“ Don't touch him or you will get the same disease. Don't share pencils with him. Don't use washroom he uses. ” warned the ignorant parents of his classmates. Even his own brother wouldn't share a towel with him.

       He grew up without friends.

      While they licked on ice creams that night, he could feel someone's eyes on him, not for the first time. His skin would often attract a lot of unwanted attention. People would look at him and then look away repulsed. He had learned to forgive.

      He turned to see a boy staring at him. After a few moments of indecisiveness, the boy started to laugh at him, pointing fingers and such. Seungmin's face flushed , his ears burned. His mother put an arm around him and shouted at the boy. “ There's nothing to see here ” as if she were a policeman at a scene of grisly accident.
      The boy laughed some more and ran away. His brother sucked on his ice cream like nothing out of ordinary had happened. Seungmin started at his hand pale white like everyone but the thought of his face was like two complexions by spilling paint cans on a floor. He was a share card.

  “ he didn't have to laugh. Why did he laugh? ” Seungmin asked his brother, who was playing Doom on the  computer later that night.

    “ Because you're different ”
      His brother picked up the CD cover of  Chucky and threw it at him.

      “ I'm like this? ” snapped Seungmin, still hoping it was a joke.
      “ not really, but you get the idea. You should get used to it ”.
       Seungmin started af the monstrous face in the cover of the CD. after that his brother went off to sleep, he spent the night on the Internet searching for what being different really meant.
Sunghoon woke up the next morning with a slip paper with his brother's beautiful handwriting on it:

        “ Sunghoon hyung you're shorter in height than the national average of seventeen–year–old in the country. Your BMI is lower than the accepted health ratio. Your scores in Korean and science have been below school average . So, I am left thinking that what does different really mean? ”

The note was passed to their mother who  would have slapped him hard if not been for Seungmin's scholarship interview for the new school. Without the scholarship, Seungmin would have you miss a year and try again the following year, a chance his financially strapped family didn't want to take.
   
           Luckily for them and for Seungmin, the interview went well. In two weeks from then Seungmin would join his new classmates, a patch-faced orc among fair, and dark, and lovely kids.
   
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