His seventeen year old self was much different from the person he had now become, but at the same time, not. His shell was different and everything surrounding him, different, but at the very core, he was still the same. He had put up a tough act, hung around with the rebels of the neighbourhood and somehow built a reputation for himself as being someone to fear, someone to watch out for, but most of all, someone to look up to, at least among his circle of friends and those who admired them.
His biggest fear, and the thing he wanted to avoid the most, was to become like his father. While he was a man of very big pride, someone who lived for his job and was praised for his hard work, to Minjun, he was simply a prick who neglected his children. Naturally, he had wanted to drift away from anything that somewhat resembled his father. Although he couldn’t exactly blame his poor academics on him wanting to be different from his father, he sought comfort in it and made himself believe that it was just one of the few aspects that differentiated him from his father. What he was blind to see, though, was that he was turning out just like him, no, not in his school results, but the fact that he had become so emotionally detached that he wasn’t even aware of his own feelings anymore. I suppose that was his influence too, after all, he was the only father figure he never got.
Being still young, and immature when it came to the subject of love, the most Minjun had ever done was to fool around with a couple of girls when the group of friends would hang out for hours at karaoke bars. Of course, alcohol was also on the schedule and he would barely be able to recall any of the girls after the events had happened, not that it bothered him though, for him it meant nothing.
–– ☯ It had all changed when he met his first girlfriend, however. At first, the two had met up purely due to the group’s constant pestering, apparently the girl was the top most beautiful girl in school, and on top of that, she was his senior, so the fact that she had agreed to meet him was a “miracle” as they had called it. Minjun had shrugged his shoulders, uninterested in the whole concept, but as they kept pushing him to it and him, refusing even more, the accusations started, and when the word “gay” was thrown in, he had froze before smacking the back of his friend Taejun’s head hard, enough to shut him up, but only for that day, so he had agreed.
He had pulled on his usual outfit, when he wasn’t wearing his school uniform, a white t-shirt paired with fashionably worn out jeans. He didn’t bother to do his hair, as usual, and let the black hair lay naturally down his forehead, only covering his matching dark brows. Any outsider would think he was a good boy, especially with that angelic smile of his, but it was rarely seen nowadays anyway, an exception being his sister. Being late was one of his many ways of showing detachment, and as he was going to a date that he had practically been forced to, he wasn’t exactly running to make it on time at the said place, a restaurant known among his friends to serve alcohol to minors, which was exactly what he was.
He had spotted the girl from afar, and when he finally got there, he tapped her shoulder two times, waiting for her to turn around before nodding his head a hi. “I’m starving, let’s get inside.” He went inside the restaurant first, not only had he not apologised for being late, but he was acting like an inconsiderate jerk on top of it, and would probably continue doing so until she would reject him.
