Chapter Text
junhui woke up per normal, threw on the ratted under shirt of his, woke up yangayng, placed yangyang on his shoulders, the seven year old dancing around like a king. he had just made his mama dinner, she would be getting home from her night shift soon. he knew she would appreciate the food, even if it was just a cup of sphagetti-o's.
"hi, junhui-hyung!" woonggi shouted excitedly as he saw the chinese male across the street. "hi yangyangie!"
"good morning, woonggi." junhui smiled, bowing his head ever so slightly.
"isn't the high school the other direction?" the curly haired boy asked, tilting his head as they continued to walk.
"yes, but i have to drop yangie here off first." the chinese explained, reaching up and patting yangyang's head.
"i can take him!" woonggi offered, "i mean if it's alright with you of course, i meet dongpyo and yedam on orange street and then we meet samuel on fifteenth! they all adore yangyang."
"that's a very sweet offer, how about i walk with you guys today, and then i'll see if tomorrow yangyang can walk with you." junhui nodded, that would be a lot of help. then he could hop a ride with yanan and his friends.
as woonggi had promised, dongpyo and yedam were standing on the corner of orange street. dongpyo had on what looked to be the 'girls' school uniform, the poor thing was basically shivering in the cold. next to him was yedam, his tie on loosely, and pant's obviously too big for him.
"woonggi! finally! what took you so long, pyo has been freezing his ass off out here!" yedam shouted as he saw the familiar head of curly hair. "oh my, junhui- hyung! i didn't realize you were there." he apologized quickly.
"junhui-hyung has to walk yangyang too the primary school, the one right next to ours. but hyung's school is all the way on main street. i said we could walk with yangyang!" woonggi explained, quickly handing dongpyo his jacket and helping the boy tie it around his waist.
"text us next time, i would've gotten dongpyo covered." yedam scolded lightly, "so, why is hyung here?"
"i'm just making sure it's okay to leave yangyang with you guys, yedam-ah. and don't worry dongpyo, i don't judge, skirts are cool." junhui explained hastily, grinning lightly.
"oh- i-i-i don't like skirts, they make me wear this." dongpyo stuttered, looking up and junhui carefully.
"who? the school?" junhui asked, anger on his face, school hadn't changed a bit.
"yeah. i was assaigned female at birth, i'm not like yedam and woonggi, i don't willingly wear skirts, i have too." the boy explained, bitting at his nails anxiously.
"that's so typical." the senior sighed, shaking his head. "have you boy's tried wearing the girls uniform, yedam, woonggi? dongpyo is a boy and he has to wear the skirt, so have you seen what happens if a boy willingly wears a skirt as uniform?"
"no. that's a really smart idea, hyung." woonggi said, his face lighting up.
the five ran into samuel quickly, junhuii happily listening to them hatch a plan on how to get another girl's uniform, as they only had dongpyo's for woongi, and yedam wouldn't fit in the spare.
"muel!" yedam shouted, waving the boy over quickly. "junhui-hyung had a great idea! come here!"
unsurprisingly, they made it to the primary and secondary school buildings quickly. "come with me. i need to let yangyang's teacher know that you guys will be dropping him off from now on." junhui smiled, laughing as he saw the ecstatic look on woonggi and samuel's faces.
junhui's walk over to the cafe were yanan and his friends were eating breakfast, did not go as quickly and happily as he wanted it too. not in the fucking slightest. he had almost made it to the cafe, excited to devour the left overs of yanan's chocolate chip pancake stack and a strawberry milkshake that yanan's friend- jinho- made just for him.
and then he saw fengjun. he didn't know how the man knew that he would be going to the cafe, but apparently he did. and it irked junhui to the core. "fengjun." he bowed slightly, he wasn't about to cause a scene across the street from the cafe, where yanan and his friends could so easily see him.
"junhui." fengjun smiled, walking by carelessly, but not without dropping something into junhui's hand. he wouldn't look. he couldn't. he just needed to cross the street and walk in, and sit at the counter with yanan, changgu, wooseok, yuto, and hyunggu.
the bell jingled as junhui pushed the door open, yanan's head shot up, quickly calling the boy over, a wide smile on his face.
"who was that guy, junjun?" shinwon, one of yanan's adoptive hyungs, asked, "it seemed like you knew him."
junhui nodded, his cheeks stuffed full with chocolate chip pancakes, stomach growling. he swallowed quickly, washing the fluffy delicacy down with the stawberry milkshake. "yangyang's dad." he explained, "mine too, techincally. he's where i got my last name from."
"oh?" yanan's face dropped. yanan was the only being in this world, that knew everything about junhui. they had gone through it together. however, unluckily for them. they had completely different schedules. other than breakfast.
"he gave me something." junhui said, flashing a quick smile at the seer he called his best, and currently only, friend. "i haven't looked at it yet."
the patchfaced boy lifted his clenched fist shakily, yanan putting his hand underneath, waiting for whatever it was to drop into his palm.
tears welled in junhui's eyes immediately as he saw the object that sat in the seer's palm. a seam ripper. how funny. and he saw the way yanan's eyes rolled back briefly. he had seen this before. he knew that this exact moment would happen, but not what led up to it, or after it.
"i hate him." yanan sighed, handing hongseok the seam ripper, telling his hyung to put it in the sewing box.
"me too." junhui sighed, placing his (yanan's) plate in the sink that was hidden behind the counter, and putting a lid on his milkshake. shinwon was their ride today, and he had to get to college anyways. "me fucking too, yanan."
after a rough night, all nine high school students arivved at school. seungkwan's wing a beutiful pink, that meant he was happy. really happy. while chan had a suspicious eye patch as everyone knew he took his fucked up eye in pride. it wasn't something he hid.
"we should sit." soonyoung said, now the oldest who still attended high school. "something happened last night."
"yeah?" wonwoo tilted his head to the side, he was one of the luckier ones. still bad but.
"some good things, and some bad things." soonyoung continued, eyeing seungkwan and chan respectfully. "do we feel like talking about it?"
"i- i'm moving into the bus. with hyungs." seungkwan said, "i'm- i"m pretty excited. you know its not a great circumstance, but im gonna be a lot- a lot happier." his smile was wide, and bright.
"that's great kwan!" seokmin exclaimed, his voice suspiciously hoarse.
"any other good news?" soonyoung asked looking around. vernon raised his hand softly. "yeah, nonnie?"
"sofia and her friends, hannah, and olivia, are moving to australlia. she's gonna be safe. my baby sister is finally gonna be safe." a bittersweet smile creeped onto his face, his fangs showing proudly.
"that's amazing, sollie." mingyu ruffled the youngers hair.
"and any bad news?" soonyoung said, eyes sollomn.
"seokmin-hyung and i got into a pretty bad fight with our family, after the hyungs left. kaeunnie, is okay, she's staying with a friend from daycare while we figure stuff out..." chan trailed off, unsure how to continue his explanation, "dad, and auntie are in custody. child abuse, child neglect, and, uhm, and, fuck, and sexual assault to a minor are the charges."
chan didn't need both eyes to see the anger that flooded through his hyung's eyes.
"it-it wasn't kaeunnie, she-she didn't get hurt." seokmin spoke up, eyes positioned on the floor. "it was me, i'm the reason they have the last charge."
"oh, minnie. come here." jihoon said, hugging the taller tightly. the year younger curled as small as he could against the grass of campus. "they'll get what they deserve for hurting you, sunshine. for hurting all of you."
"kaeunnie was so worried when we dropped her off, you know?" seokmin cried, "she though we were leaving her.
' "minnie-oppa!" kaeun shouted, big fat tears rolling down her face as the two older boys started to turn around. "channie-oppa!" she shouted again. she was only six. kaeun was only six years old she didn't deserve this. she didn't need to feel abandoned.
seokmin turned back around, heart beating. thump. thump. thump. "kaeunnie...oppa's will be back. okay?" he spoke, his own tears burning at the back of his eyes. "oppa's would never leave you, never ever."
"where are you going?" she cried again, grabbing onto seokmin's leg. chan was standing a little farther back.
"channie and i can't stay here tonight, kaeun. we will come visit lots, but we can't stay." seokmin knew they should've put her in foster care right away. but he refused, they would take her, they would take his kaeun. he couldn't give her up. not now, not ever.'
"hey, hey, hey, seokminnie, can you come back to us?" wonwoo's melodic voice spoke, bringing seokmin back to the present. "there you are seokie. had us scared for a minute." he breathed out.
seokmin looked around, taking in that junhui, and another tall boy were standing awkwardly by them all. "who's that?" he asked. propping himself up, not caring about the worried glances.
"yanan. he's my friend. we can't hang out a lot but he wanted to meet you before class." junhui explained, his hand on yanan's shoulder. yanan's body was shaking.it appeared suspicious to seokmin.
"ni hao- wait shit- fuck i'm sorry- shit- fuck- i-i'm sorry." yanan tumbled over his words like simone biles. "hi." he finally got out.
"ni hao? is he chinese jun-ge?" minghao asked, eyes bright.
"well- uhm, i was born in china, and then i got moved to japan, and then to korea, and then finally here." yanan muttered, eyes shaky.
"so how many languages do you know?" wonwoo asked, bookworm insticts perking up.
"six. madarin, cantonese, english, japanese, and korean." yanan answered sheepishly. "my english still isn't very good."
"better than hannie-hyung." chan joked, trying to get the previous conversation off his brain.
"i better get going, jun. hongseok-hyung is going to kill me if he finds out im late again. " yanan smiled, bowing in the general direction of the group before putting his lanky legs to use and walking away.
"he seems nice." mingyu commented, taking a bite out of his granola bar. "how'd you meet?"
"oh!" junhui exclaimed, sitting down in the circle, as if he truly belonged there. "yanan and his brother yuto moved here from korea when yanan and i were in 4th grade, about ten. when he first came to class he introduced himself in four different languages before mumbling out a messy hello. he's been my only friend ever since. he has a family of his own though so we don't hang out a lot."
"yuto? adachi yuto?" seungkwan peeped, glancing at junhui before returning to his homework, wings fluttering lightly.
"yeah, he's the same age as you and vernon." junhui smiled, when him and yanan had first become friends, he had basically adopted yuto as his second little brother.
"i think i have science with yanan." jihoon commented. not looking up from his score book. "choir. he's good, really good." he continued, voice quiet yet somehow controlling the entire group.
"we've been telling him that for years, he doesn't believe it." junhui sighed, still weary about his standings within the group, yet enjoying the comfort.
"you're good too, jun." wonwoo spoke up, startling the chinese male. "i hear you singing to yourself during the piano practice. you have a great falsetto."
the chinese males cheeks reddend at the compliment, he was the farthest thing from used to them. he could get used to this. he could definetley get used to feeling like he finally belonged. not in the human world, but maybe, he was staring to belong in his world.
god, did he hope so.