NCT SMUTS || Book 3.

[ Make a Wish - L u c a s ]

Spg. Rated 18+. Read responsibly!
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"Sometimes, being so handsome is overwhelming. Like, I don't ever want to sit beside him."

"He's only a visual, nothing more."

A loud laughter from the group of male students can be heard from a classroom beside the audio visual room.

One guy, with his head down on his desk as if he was sleeping, can clearly hear the loud clamor of his classmates.

And he is sure that they are talking about him.

He tried to increase the volume of the music playing on his earphone. He's not in the mood to listen to music but he needed it at that moment.

"I once wished to be unbelievably handsome, but I think I'm already content with my own visuals."

"Even I, a girl, felt intimidated to date or pursue a guy that is visually intimidating."

He had enough with all the stuff they've been feeding his ears. He stormed out the room and before he could completely leave, the evil laugh of the people mocking him was the last thing he heard.

Lucas is a six foot 3 inches tall guy and is strikingly handsome. At first, he thought it was an advantage but he later realized that his visuals intimidate other people.

He used to have girls fighting for his attention but sooner they ended up leaving him, much worse, backstabbing him. All of their petty excuses for their behavior is his "intimidating" aura.

Far from the popularity he used to have, Lucas wanted to be alone and cover his face when in public.

He never felt so ashamed of his face until he got into college.

Everyone including some of his professors would gossip about him. He felt awful about it so he started wearing a hoodie on top of his outfit and wearing a mask even if he's not sick, just to conceal his face.

People started calling him "Cover Boy"

He used to perform so well in school but due to constant bullying, his self-esteem decreases.

He's already worn out fighting for himself and still, nothing changed.

"F*ck! I f*cking hate this face!" Lucas grunt and smashes his newly bought mirror.

He used to love his face. He used to appreciate himself. But bullying really got through him and now he's already a mess.

The blood streamed down his veiny hands but he didn't feel any pain.

Lone tears escaped his eyes as he glanced at his face on the broken mirror.

He tried to leave scratches on his face, filled with the blood from his hand.

He sarcastically laughed out of agony.

"Why do I need to suffer like this? Why would the f*cking world allow a face like mine? Why do they hate me so much?" F*CK!"

Lucas threw the flowerless vase on the corner of his room.

He doesn't care about the noise he is making from all the shredded glasses and broken furniture.

He was all alone in his parent's house, afterall.

After his parents died from a car accident, he was left with a house they own and plenty of money to secure his living. But what do he gain in return?

Pain. Grief. Sadness.

At some point, he was able to fix and lift himself up and decided to proceed to college. His parents wanted him to pursue business to inherit their family businesses. Mr. and Mrs. Wong were a popular businessmen couple and known for their visuals as well.