Twelve Majestic [EXO X OC]

Fiery Red

I've noticed the differences. How could I not? She was different than any Wielder I have ever met, and I have met a lot, even if I was owned by Rav for more than twenty years. I may be deluded if someone were to say anything, but she was different, I could see it clearly.

Even Joonmyeon hyung had told me she was – God, when was the last time I've pronounced his name? – she is.. kind. He had told me, yesterday when she was crying, when Xiumin hyung was yelling at her. Why would she let him yell at her? Why hasn't he been punished yet? Why is she calling them by their names? I had many questions – mostly at that moment, was when would my wounds disappear? Or would they ever leave?- they were acting differently. They were more open, more secure, more trusting. Even Sehun, I haven't seen him pout and whine in over three hundred years, and when he does, she would only smile and pat his head.

What kind of a sorcery is this?

Even though hyungs told me she was trustworthy, I was still doubtful. How can I not? I haven't heard my own name for a very long time, and I wasn't given the privileges on speaking my mind, or even smile if I wanted to. But the minute she handed me the sketchbook to write my heart's desires – Rav never bothered to – I acknowledged the fact that this girl was definitely, utterly different.

I glanced at her through my bangs, and she smiled her pearly white smile and continued to dab on my wounds by a small cotton ball, filled with a burning liquid of cleansing. After those triplet Wielders – I have a feeling they were as bad as Rav. I'm glad that none of them were my Wielder – she dragged us all to her humongous room and sat me on her bed, after that she searched for a medical kit – which she found in the bathroom – she sat beside me and started attending to my wounds.

"Those would heal, right?" she asked no one in particular, but since Joonmyeon hyung was beside her, I concluded she was talking to him. Hyung hummed in apprehension, his eyes closed. "They're small and harmless, but they would still leave a scar as long as the card is still mutated," hyung explained, and while I stared at Hani, concentrating hard on wiping the dry blood from my forehead, she let out a small pout that made my mouth curve unconsciously.

It's so sweet and lovely, having a mere stranger caring for you, despite your different status. She started dabbing the scars near my lips, but those were old and closed, so she only sent me a small smile before telling me to take my sweater off. Of course I blushed, heat traveling to my neck and ears, and of course I know they noticed, because Sehun snorted a laugh, and I wanted to burn his pants completely. I slowly took off my sweater – which as Baekhyun had explained before, was actually Hani's father's belonging – and I could hear her sucking a breath through her clenched teeth, absolutely hating the sight of my bruised and scarred body.

I wanted to speak for once, to tell her that I'm alright so that I can wipe the frown off of her face. But years of abuse and neglect had been hard on me and my voice, and I don't think I would be able to speak soon, especially that I could almost always feel a lump ascending my throat every time I open my mouth to breathe out some noise. I guess somewhere in the back of my head, there was a small limit that had been crossed, and that shut off my mental strength completely. I, perhaps; need someone to pull me out of that dangerous limit to live again.

I let out a forced wince when she pressed a little too hard on one of my fresh abdominal wounds, and she immediately jumped and started apologizing nonstop. From the corner of my eyes, I caught sight of Baekhyun rolling his eyes – wow, she was able to make the great Byun Baekhyun roll his eyes? What was she?- before he started walking towards us. He pushed her aside a little too roughly, causing her to release the medical equipment she had in her hands. He sat in her previous position in front of me and began doing her previous job. I saw Hani giving him a helpless glance before she stood up to wash her hands. I immediately sent a dagger stare to Baekhyun for being an inconsiderate asshole, and he ignored me completely, even though I knew he was aware of my heated stares.