Excuse the grammar mistakes! I wrote this out of feels and without Microsoft Word. :( 

  ---   Chicago, Illinois or as what eighteen year old, Byun Baekhyun would like to call it, "Windy city", was a beautiful city filled with vast, wondrous lakes and soft gentle breezes that could allure a person's senses and take their breath away in less than a second. The water here was clearer and purer than any water he's ever seen in his life and the trees on the other side of the land reflected perfectly over it. It was a place where he often went to relax; the astounding beauty of nature calmed him as his thoughts wandered around without a conscious direction and reminded him that there is so much more to life than just status and wealth in society. It was a shame, however, to know that not many folks around here would agree on such statements.   These were the type of frivolous people he tried to avoid. Thankfully they occupied most of his parents time which made it easy for him to sneak out of the mansion to visit the lakes at least once a week. It's nice to escape home sometimes, and go some place no one knows, and linger there by yourself. To him, when he stood there inhaling the salty, damp air with negaitive thoughts inside his clustered mind, he would pretend that he was one of Monet's paintings that had come to life. There was something soothing in thinking that he was a false character that was brought to life by somebody who had wanted him here. It made him temporarily forget about reality, who he was, his life, and his family. All he wanted to do was just breathe and feel the breeze caress his skin; he was, for a moment, a few seconds that turned into minutes, free. Infinite.   This was the only place in the whole superficial city that he would ever consider truest to it's forms.     The rest of Chicago city was flourished and industrialized by busy-bodies who ranked themselves arrogantly, thinking that they had higher superiority over people of his kind. People here were often judged on three things: The colour of their skin, their rank in society and how much income they made per week.   Most people of his 'kind' were rare, and hard to find in a white man city like this; the only time you can find people of his kind are in the homes of the wealthy; working a repetitive, sad and tiring life of a maid, or a worker in the old, rusty coal mines, making enough to set bread and butter on the table for their family for the day. They were treated no more, and no less than a common dog who rolled around the dirty and sleazy streets of downtown at night. Whoever said starting a fresh new life in the western world was easy, cheers to them for their ignorance and stupidity for forgetting how dominant race discrimination was here.   Well... Baekhyun was, he supposes, one of the few lucky ones. The one in a million lucky one, actually. With his strong family reputation, he was "fortunate" enough to be deemed worthy of being a "person" here in Chicago.    The people here knew who he was, knew of his family, knew what they did and the surprising immense of power that they had on their piece of land. Who didn't know the "Byun's"? They were the talk of the city, in fact, the talk of the whole state. Those who've never heard such a name was considered a ridicule, and appointed the laughing stock of the neighbourhood. Which, in all, was a terrible shame to bestow upon oneself.    Baekhyun's father President Byun, as the people addressed him, and Baekhyun himself, was a prideful, and prude business man. He was short, and stubby with eyes as cold and lifeless as a withering garden with lost hope. He was the founder, and took sole responsbility, of his famous Wine company that he established here in Chicago in 1932, a few years after the Great Depression took over, leaving those who were suffering, dwindling away the rest of their once hard-earned money on drinks that poisoned their minds and corruped their souls. As their money slowly disappeared, President Byun's fortune quickly rose. He was a business man, and he knew very well what how to satisfy his customers, and what they wanted. A man this smart was bound to be married to a woman with an even better, and smarter reputation. Here we meet, Vice president Byun, Baekhyun's mother. While President Byun took care and managed his Wine  company, his lovely, yet stone cold wife who usually wore bright red lip stick over her thin lips, giving off a malicious yet divine vibe, took care of the finances and made sure the company was carefully taken care of. It's no wonder while most people sunk into the darkest depths of the great depression, the Byun's remained wealthy, powerful and lifted their nose up in dignity.    Except one person who opposed of such arrogant behaviour, their son, Byun Baekhyun. He was still a typical teenage boy with an average height, and a slim body coated with creamy white skin. One would think that from this description, he was an average person with an average lifestyle. But, to his dismay, average didn't exist in the Byun household. At first glance, one would not dare to steal a second at him. However, like a mysterious art figure in a museum, the more you stare and observe it, the more beautiful and exquisite it gets.    Unlike his father, Baekhyun is a very handsome boy with a warm aura that surrounded him everywhere he went. Nothing in him resembled his parents. Not even a tiny speck. Those who whispers of him, noteably comment on how dazzling his smile was and like half moon crescents, how perfect his eyes would curve together when he did so. He shined, and the city folks saw that in him. He was an adventurous kid and had full of life in him