patchface | svt ot13

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wen junhui could never walk out into the human world, and be pretty. he knew that. the long stitches across his cheeks, drooping off as if he was permanently frowning. the stunning black string, that kept his face together, nothing more than another thing he wished he could cover up.

wen junhui, could never walk out into the human world and be pretty. because he wasn't technically human. his old 'friends' if you could call them that, used to say he was 'patchface.' he didn't think any bad of it, taking the nickname in pride, showing off the stitches that connected every part off of his body.

"there once was a boy named patchface, he came from outer space, he ain't part of the human race! there once was a boy named patchface, who we chase, he's never easy to misplace, and we chased old patchface off with a vase, shaming him to disgrace." the children sang, circling around the oblivious boy. the teachers laughed as they saw the children caring nothing about that little boy, who obliviously sat in the center of it all, his cheek stitches widening his already big smile.

it wasn't until sixth grade when someone finally had the decency to tell him what the words of the song meant, this young boy, he had stitches as well, but they didn't look like they were supposed to be there, they were from an accident.

after that day, junhui thought that maybe his stitches were an accident too.

now a high school senior, wen junhui had adapted to the long sleeves that covered all the way to his finger tips, the turtle necks that scratched at his neck angrily, begging to be free from the suffocating sensation of fabric restraining him. he big and baggy pants, so no one could see the outline of the stitches either, the knee high stockings, just in case.

the only stitches on wen junhui's body he had yet to figure out how to cover without getting detention, was his cheeks, and the very highest part of his neck- jaw stitch. sometimes, he would sit in his little bedroom in their poor little house, and curse his mother for hooking up with a goddamned 'patchface.'

his brother wasn't a patchface, nor his mother, but that father of his was. that goddamnned father who left before he was even fucking born. ruined his entire life, before it even started, in junhui's opinion at the very least.

no one, could love a patchface, and mean it.

jeon wonwoo, lee jihoon, kwon soonyoung, were the most popular seniors in the entire school, the sexy quiet boy, who wore a crop top to the rally once in sophomore year. the guy everyone made right confession letters for them, running an entire fucking business out of his locker. and the dance captain, the best dance captain the school has ever had, who was leading the two best dancers the school has ever had.

they each had little posies of their own as well that all merged together once they all became friends as well, of course.

wonwoo had, mingyu, vernon, and the now college freshman, jeonghan. jihoon had seungkwan, seokmin, and the now college freshman, joshua. which left soonyoung with chan, minghao, and the oldest of the college freshmen, seungcheol.

they were all quote 'perfect' unquote. no one cared that vernon was a vampire, or that seungkwan was a pixie, nor wonwoo was a fairy.  (yes fairies and pixies are different things, they're very similar, but still different.) (note: do not call seungkwan a fairy.) they didn't care about chan's blind-eye, or the fact that minghao was witch.

in junhui's humble opinion as he watched nine of the twelve laugh and chuckle, wonwoo and seungkwan's respective wings fluttering nicely from outside their shirts, vernon's surprisingly long fangs proudly displayed for any and all to see. that he was cursed.