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Once upon a time, there lived an angel, with wings as wide as the clouds and as pure as snow, he was a naive little boy, filled with infinite kindness to share.
"I made some fairy cakes! I hope you like them!"
But the villagers did not like him.
"Who wants to eat that stinking cake? Just looking at it is giving me diabetes!"
They flung the cake to the side. But he wasn't discouraged, the next day he came to hang out with them.
"What are you doing?" He asks curiously.
"Why are you still here?! Get out of here! Your feathers are everywhere!"
He was perplexed, his feathers were always cleaned and he cannot help it when they fall off...
They were fed up with his attempts so they started shooting him with their weapons. A hunting sport. The angel didn't know why but seeing as they resort to violence, he had no choice but to leave his home.
Flying and flying...
Until he reached an island, filled with different kinds of colorful flora.
'I should be alone here... right?'
But no, playing in the sand was a boy with roots growing out of his back. It looked a lot like his wings... but more painful looking... like those weapons...
He turned to leave but who could miss those huge wings?
"Woah! Your wings are so pretty!"
His wings twitched and he looks behind him to see not contempt but sparkling, wide eyes. He backs up in surprise but gave him a small smile.
"Do you... really mean it?" He asks.
"Of course! I've never seen a Toto that is this big! And can talk too!" He grins.
The angel didn't know what he was talking about but his curious touch was gentle on his ruffled wings.
"Do you need help with this?" He asks, patting a tangled mess of feathers.
The angel was afraid that he might just pluck it off but his hands are dexterous and ticklish, instead, he feels the knot in his feathers untighten.
The angel learned that there are 3 other boys like him that lived on his island. Each of them as kind and gentle as the boy he first met.
"Hueningkai... my name is Hueningkai..."
He leaned into the expert hands of Beomgyu-hyung as Huening's wings wraps around him like a blanket and thinks: he would never want to leave here, this is his true home.