Its...Mighty Morphin Time!!
Now, This is Twisted
Chapter 3
Read Author's Note POV.
After hours and hours of reading magazines, Minho's head was starting to hurt.
It was overwhelming. So many different types of fashion. So many brands, soooo many looks. So many EVERYTHING. Minho didn't know where to start. Every trend was researched, every celebrity star googled, every popular song was youtube'd.
His hurting head didn't matter, though.
Because though more stressful than studying actual textbooks, Minho knew exactly what he wanted to portray with his new image from reading the magazines.
And for once, he was proud of himself, not for an A on an exam, but for getting closer to a new him, a new future with possibly, HER.
Flashback:
Elementary School: All the kids were gathered around the playground pointing and laughing at Minho who brought a book to read out at recess. To him, it was better to read than to associate with those booger-picking insults known as children. Especially when those children would stoop as low as possible to take time out of their playtime to make fun of people. Couldn't they mind their own business? They were probably just jealous that Minho could already read, when the best they could do was do flips on monkey bars. Though Minho knew better than to let these monkeys affect him, he let the tears escape his eyes when he saw SooYuri laughing along with them.
Middle School: Cell phone?!? Minho never needed a cell phone. Why did he have to get laughed at again for lacking a silly material object? Not only laughed at, but was tripped as well. That trip lead to blood-stained clothes. At the adminstrator's office, the bully explained it as an effort to show Minho that it was necessary to have a cell phone, being highly useful in "emergencies" that could occur, and he had nothing to use to call his parents for a change of clothes. The bully was excused, but Minho didn't believe in any type of crap like that. Though unaffected by the bully, it still hurt Minho when he realized the bully was SooYuri's boyfriend, and that she would fall for that type of guy.
High School: Minho was now made the bullies' object, played on everyday in all ways imaginable. It was okay though, knowing that he would later be the CEO of the company all these future janitors would be working at. He still, however could not accept the fact that the one girl that had a place in his heart aside from his family hardly knew him, and worse, supported the constant teasing in his life.
Minho shook off the sudden remembrance of not-so-good times during his life and proceeded with his transformation.
When Minho walked into his parents' house, his parents were shocked.
"Oemeona!! My son, your hair, you had it cut!!" His mom said.
"N-ne, Umma. Is it okay?" Minho asked.
Minho's mom rushed over to give him a big hug, with his dad in the background praising him with compliments of his good looks.
Minho ran off into his room, with slight embarrassment of the reaction his parents had given him, hearing sobs of "OH MY BABY HAS GROWN UP!!" in the background.
Minho looked at himself in the mirror, at his new "stylish" haircut, marveling at what a pair of scissors could do to get that type of reaction. He simply went up to the barber and told him to "make it work" and when he looked up from his magazine, his hair was transformed into a styled fauxhawk. Was this really what people considered "y"? Either way, Minho was going to keep it.
Throughout summer, Minho revamped his wardrobe with help from his mother. Who knew she had fashion sense? She had picked 20 new outfits for Minho to wear the day after Minho got his haircut, and by the end of summer could've built a small forever 21 with the amount of new clothes in Minho's closet. The first time Minho tried wearing an outfit, he received two phone numbers from girls and dirty glares from boys. "hehe, its kind of fun to be like this," he thought.
Not only did Minho change his appearance, but also did a little bit of "soul searching." He realized that life isn't all about studies, and found music to be one of his passions. He listened to many KPOP artists, such as DBSK, Rain, and Boa, and even took summer English courses to sing along and rap with Michael Jackson, the Beatles, and Eminem.
By the end of summer, Minho had blossomed into a Charismatic Charmer of a boy, and knowing that, he marched into the new school year with an undeniable new of confidence.
A/N: Hello, Hello! I have sooo much to say.
Gah. First of all, as you can tell, this is in a different point of view. Its an omniscient one, and I think I like it this way rather than switching every paragraph.. I was working on this being longer, but its not. :P \What'd you guys think of this one? Hope its okay.
PSS. I kept seeing him like this in my mind.
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