^AU.

Jongin was always alone. Mostly not by choice. He was alone because nobody understood him.

He could see things others couldn’t. He could see the true face of the monsters. Since he was a kid, he saw it. Sometimes it was only a flash over the person’s face, and other times it would hold the image for a good long minute, like the person was wearing a mask.

That’s how he identified the really evil people. The mean spirited human beings, who had monsters in their minds.

But nobody else saw it. No matter how many times he pointed it out, not a single person saw it. And he ended up making a lot of enemies on the way. Turns out people don’t really like when you call them monsters.

He was too naïve as a child, so he kept trying, time after time, to make people understand, to make other see what he saw. He got beat up a lot during those times.

So as he grew, he learned to keep to himself. But even like that, pretending to be like everyone else, he couldn’t make friends. Because even the pure ones, without monsters in their minds, had friends who had the monsters.

And Jongin hated being around the monsters. It scared him.

So he stayed alone. And probably would his entire life, or until he found someone that could also see. And believe me, he was searching.

_{The End. 239 Words.}

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