flower_girl (ao3)
Kyungsoo's always been told that he's ugly. Jongin takes the time to convince him otherwise.
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If there were three terms describe Do Kyungsoo it would be eighteen, omega, and ugly. Eighteen was his age, fresh out of youth and ready to ripen into adulthood. Omega was his status, and really all it meant that was that he could carry babies and was most physically attracted to alphas. Ugly was the term that defined him the most though, two long raised scars running from the top of his left eyelid diagonally and ending right in the middle of his cheek. Ugly was the term that outranked all the other terms because omegas were supposed to be beautiful and Kyungsoo wasn't, not with that thing scarring his small face.
He wasn't always ugly though. In fact, when he was a baby his parents showed him off quite a bit, coddling him at official events and passing him around like a doll just so everyone could see how beautiful their youngest son was even in infancy. His brother Seungsoo was the precious, coveted alpha but it was Kyungsoo's photos that were displayed in their father's office and wallet. He was a protected child, never allowed to play in the dirt or run around outside in case he got hurt or scratched up his porcelain skin. He only slept on the finest mattresses with the softest blankets and all his soaps and lotions were made from pure, organic ingredients. There was an eye or a hand near him at all times to make sure he was safe and happy so it was quite the shock when his rogue uncle broke into his nursery when he was three years old.
The Do clan was rather prestigious in their nation; their pure blood line going back to the origins of creation. They were one of the most traditional wolf families and still ran their packs by the classic rules and regulations. They were also one of the wolf clans that still prospered in the more rustic south, living in sprawling mansions with acres of lands and holding monopolies on natural resources. Other wolf clans had started migrating north to live in the bustling cities and integrate with humans more. Kyungsoo's father was the head of his pack and one of the leaders of the clan. His father had an older brother who had recently been exiled from the clan for an alcohol addiction. A month had gone by with no news or activity from the shunned family member until one night he broke into the house and got into Kyungsoo's room. He had held the three-year-old loosely by the throat and Kyungsoo's scared cry at the sight of the half crazed man had been enough to alert his sleeping father that something had not been right. He had burst into the nursery ready to kill whoever was harming his child but it had been too late. His brother had already taken two claws and tore them down Kyungsoo's eye and face, blood gushing out and staining his pale skin and white silk pajamas. The painful cries and shrieks that Kyungsoo had let out would haunt the mansion forever, like they were their own ghosts seeking revenge. Sometimes when the house was very still the maids claimed that they could still hear the three-year-old's screams. The uncle had dropped Kyungsoo then and escaped through the window never to be seen again. Kyungsoo's father had ran to him and held him in his arms but the beautiful son he had known was barely recognizable, covered in blood and tears, kicking, squirming, and screaming.
A few days after the incident, the red scar of the two scratches ran down little Kyungsoo's face, swollen and tender. Anyone who looked at his face could feel his pain and the brightness of Kyungsoo had started to dim. He was only comforted by the safety of his mother's embrace and the sight of any old man would scare him enough into crying and screaming fits. He had constant nightmares and began to wet his bed even though he was potty trained. He didn't play with his roomful of toys anymore, only wanting to be held and squeezing his plush bear in his hands.
Since the unfortunate situation he was still coddled and spoiled, maybe even more because the household pitied him for his traumatic experience. His grandparents would coo over him and baby him, bringing him treats and presents each time they visited. Kyungsoo was allowed to be mean to Seungsoo but Seungsoo could never lift a finger at his younger brother or he would face severe punishment from their father. The maids would sneak him extra snacks and he was allowed to do whatever he wanted including jumping on their antique couches and even coloring on the walls. The scar didn't fade but instead grew even worse, healing in an uneven bump across his face and the redness turning into a dull purple. He noticed that his parents didn't look at him anymore, not even when they played with him or rocked him to sleep. He didn't mind though because as long as they still held him he was happy.
