Society Standards (Minsung)

One

Different. Not accepted. Sinful.

Mister Lee has been called many things from these words to disrespectful slurs of many. He's gotten used to them. It's a sad but true thing.

One sentence he wants to hear, even if it's one time, 'accept who you are, Minho. Don't let anyone change you. You get one life, it's not a game.' Or something along those lines.

But what will change? No one accepts his kind. Not even his whole family. In order to be so-called accepted, he has to change.

Baggy mens clothes, dark colors, short hair, natural hair color, nothing feminine. Only sports. No dance classes. No singing classes. No soft image. Only a dark, masculine image.

Forced to change himself for the happiness of others. Not daring to step out as he could get hurt.

From a young age, getting forced to do something he didn't want to do was traumatizing for the boy. Always getting yelled at for dressing 'wrong' and not doing a manly-enough job.

Each yell was like an alarm, a trigger.

Each morning, his friend took over, not out of choice. Not even a friend. A brother, you could say. He calls himself Chan. We can call him the caretaker/protector as his overall role. Since Mister Lee was 11 years old, Chan has been his only friend/brother. Sure, Minho had other friends, in a physical sense. Not in a realistic sense. Mere acquaintances.

This morning was no different.

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The same Apple standard alarm went off in the boy's head as he woke from the nightmare.

Another night of trying to convince one another about their own opinion about today. Today, Minho has a photo shoot with an idol he's not familiar with. Minho wanted to dip while Chan forced him to go and possibly make a new friend.

Chan got pulled to the front of the brain conscious, interrupting the two's conversation from the previous night, leaving Minho alone in the inner world.

The boy got out of bed then ventured to Minho's closet. He decided on something both Minho and his parents would like. Something tight but black and slightly fancy, also a bit baggy.

The shirt was a white dress shirt. His pants were dark blue jeans. He wore a gold Celine belt to hold his pants up around his petite waist. Finally, he topped it off with a long block overcoat. Secretly, he slipped a necklace, bracelet and some rings into the inner pocket of the coat.

Chan heard Minho's name get called from downstairs. He looked in the mirror at Minho's hair. No use in brushing it if he has a shoot later. It's the stylists job anyways.

After fixing up some, he made his way to the dining room.

"Good morning, Minho!" His mother greeted.

"Morning Mom." He slightly bowed as he passed by her on his way to the kitchen.

"Minho, sweetie, come eat breakfast with me before you go."

Chan grabbed an apple then began washing it. "I have to leave pretty soon. Like three minutes soon. Sorry," he started drying the apple off. "They requested me early to do individual shoots first. I should be home by dinner. If not, eat without me." He took a bite of the apple then walked to the front door to put his shoes on.

Minho's mother followed the latter around the house. "Alright. Make sure to eat well if we don't see you." She looked out the window. "Grab an umbrella just in case it rains."

"Yes."

"And if you see any cute girls, pick them up!"

"Okay mother. You tell me everyday. I gotta go now. Bye!" He hugged his 'brother's' mother, who he (Chan) doesn't consider his own mother.

Mrs. Lee kisses the boy's cheek. "Bye. Do good today!"

"Mm!" He left the house to JYP entertainment building.

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Song recommendation:  Another Day by Stray kids. Written by Han Jisung.