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Ever since he was a child, Jonghyun had been somewhat of a weakling. When he first entered the world, he entered it gasping for air and trying to keep his eyes open as most premature babies with heart failure did. Jonghyun however, managed to pull through. He may have lost his mother, but he didn't lose his life and that, Jonghyun liked to believe, was fate. A ed up and tragic fate, but a fate nonetheless. The doctors made it very clear to him that he wouldn't make it to 9, but 9 came and went and soon the doctors we're saying 21. Well, 21 came and went too and here he still was, managing to wake up again each morning.
Though Jonghyun's mother died before he'd even gotten the chance to get to know her, she was the only family he had. The only family he knew he had at least. No one could really give him much else... It was understandble in some ways, but still a disapointment. Most of his time was spent in an orphanage. There he could have a whole plethora of mothers and fathers and brothers and sisters..Growing up, as Jonghyun remembered, was pure hell however. His health made him so much smaller and weaker than the other kids and because of that most days he'd even sit out at recess. That didn't exactly make him well known or liked. It made him a friendless outcast.
That describes Kim Jonghyun's life in one word.... Outcasted.
Now that he's out of there and on to new things, now that he's put on some weight and muscle to satisfy the public, now that he knows how to socialize, his life has gotten better. Even though he's different and outcasted, Jonghyun jist wants someone. Anyone.