𝗰𝘂𝘁! minsung

2: that's him?

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LEE MINHO.

The morning sun shines gently upon my cheek, not warm enough to be irritating, but enough to make me worry about getting sunburnt. I shift to the other side of the living room, taking a look at the clock for what must be the millionth time.

He's still not ready?

I wasn't planning on being late today. In fact, I wasn't planning on going at all. I'm still mad at the fact that my audition wasn't even genuinely observed, because they pretty much took one look at me and said "Yep, he's perfect."

Like um, respectfully...what?? I didn't even get to open my mouth! I'm 99.9% convinced it's because the director of this drama is my dad's best friend. But Dad swears he didn't ask for Jinki to put a word in with the casting crew about picking me.

As of now, the same father who was seemingly ecstatic over me getting one of the lead roles, is taking a forty minute shower. We have to leave in ten minutes.

You see the dilemma here?

Plus, I don't even want this role. I mean, I'm bisexual so it won't be too difficult...but what if the lead isn't my type? Now that's going to be hard. I'm so anxious to meet him already so I can prepare myself to act in love with him, cause it takes practice, y'know?

I've never even done a BL before, nor watched one...what if I just can't act it the way they want me to? Should I fail on purpose- no...Dad would be heartbroken. He was so happy about me getting the role, I couldn't do that to him.

I just hope my costar is nice. God, I'm nervous. The longer my dad takes getting ready, the more I start to fret. There are a million different ways I can embarrass myself today, and I'm quite confident I'll manage to do so.

"You ready to go, Min?" My father appears out of nowhere, dressed as if he's going to one of his fashion events. I sigh, realizing the car ride is going to consist of another lecture about the importance of 'dressing to impress'.

Lee Taemin, the nation-wide famous fashion designer, aka my...wonderful father. We're so different in every way, I honestly was beginning to think I was adopted. I mean, he is openly gay and yet somehow has a son...how on earth could I be related to him?

But when I turned fourteen, he told me about my mother. How they'd been best friends, then dated and then she fell pregnant with me. It was during that time my father began to question himself. He had everything he should have, the picturesque lifestyle that everyone dreamed of achieving by their mid-twenties.

My dad soon realized what the problem was; why he suddenly didn't find the whole marrying his girlfriend thing to be appealing. It was then that my father came out as gay. Of course, my mom was his best friend as well as his partner, so he had to tell her. She was devastated at first, thinking he wouldn't stay around to raise me. But he soon assured her that it wouldn't be an issue, that he still wanted me as much as he did when they started trying for a baby.

I bet that was disappointing for them when they met me, a literal piece of trash.

Anyways, so then they co-parented until I was four, and my mom disappeared. The police reckon she was murdered, but they never found her body. You'd probably expect me to be more upset over talking about this, but I don't have any memories of my mother, though I wish I did. she's never been a factor in my life, so I can't say that I miss someone I never knew.