hwang minhyun

8/9/98

leo

international relations

halcyon heights, south korea

biual, demiromantic

n/a

single

3rd person

slow

para

n/a

Their love story reads like pulp fiction, an up-and-coming politician Hwang Joon meets the starlet of the era Yoo Seolah.  They fall in love and it's the scandal of the decade, but somehow they overcome it together.  The rest is history...literally.  Hwang Joon's illustrious career which was riddled with many political scandals eventually led him to the seat of the Director of the National Intelligence Service.  After news of her pregnancy broke out, Yoo Seolah announced her retirement from acting.  Though she never did shy away from the limelight, holding a tough grasp on the socialite scene in Seoul for decades to come.

Having a political mastermind of a father, and an extremely famous mother - the surface level assumption would be that Hwang Minhyun had everything handed to him on a platinum platter.  Which was true, it was an undeniable fact that he was graced with all sorts of privileges from the moment he was born.  Perhaps those privileges didn't extend to the emotional needs that a child needed to be fulfilled, whatever the reason was, Minhyun grew up detached.  Being busy individuals, his parents were never really there for him - and both were focused on their own goals to pay his needs any mind.

To liven up his reputation, his father needed Minhyun to atleast appear as the perfect child.  Bright smiles for family portraits, private lessons on top of attending South Korea's most prestigious academies, and a world of networking amongst his own peers.  There was a moment in Minhyun's early life where he earnestly believed that if he excelled at all these things, he'd receive the appraisal from the two people he yearned for the most.  He also realized early on that all attempts were futile.

When it came to protecting the dignity of the family, Minhyun could have cared less about being the glue that held everyone together.  By the time he became a young adult, countless people had tried to curry favor with him in order to grasp some of the influence that his parents held.  Minhyun never outright rejected them, but he was always sure to make the message clear that the path they took was useless.  If they didn't realize it in the beginning then they'd realize it at the end when they woke up to a cold bedside.  

Ironically enough, the attention he once yearned for early in life came back to haunt him like a shadow following his every move.  

"This is not how the son of a politician acts young man."

"Dear, could you attend the art gala with the prime minister's daughter in my stead?  It would help me and your father a lot!"

"I want you to follow in the footsteps of myself and your forebearers.  It's best that you start now."

Anger and disgust was all that was left in him.  Anger at himself for clinging on to even the slightest inch that such selfish people truly cared for him and disgust over the fact that the very people who gave him life would use him for selfish reasons.  If Minhyun could, he would have left home and become a traveling musician.  However, that was easier said than done when his father was the director of the country's intelligence agency.  That was how he ended up in Halcyon of all places.  With enough prestige to keep those prying hands filled with ambition at bay, Minhyun could finally move towards a future that he laid bare himself.