~The Bullet Hole's Kiss~ ( König x Male Reader )

"Bullet is a fitting name"

Tw : mention of shooting and detailed scars.
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2nd pov

You sat in a military plane. You finally decided to engage into military because your little sister found a good foster home. You looked out of the window, seeing the airport fading away, you knew you were gonna feel homesick at some point. You loved France after all, you grew up here, maybe not in the best way, but it always welcomed you with extended and warm arms. Your young arms hugged your backpack, finding a bit of comfort in doing so, you hoped that you were gonna make new friends, the people you met were, in general, always kind to you, they knew what happened to you, because you have told them what happened to your face, and they have found it sad.

You never made best friends though, you wished you had. Your mind wandered off, remembering of what happened that day. It was in Summer, you were walking down the streets of Le Havre, A city which is not that far away from Paris and which is also much more liveable, you then heard screams and gunshots, you turned back and saw a man on the ground, blood pooling out of his body with other men yelling profanities. Terrorists. You, who were only a teenager at the time, gasped and froze on the spot. Your little sister ran away, your mom got shot, your brother too, you got shot too.

Your sister, Lili, and you were the only one who got out of that situation alive. Thankfully, you got shot on the left cheek while you were gasping, not making too much damages. The bullet leaving a 2,5 cm/1 inch gaping hole on your left cheek, then crashing into your molars from the right side, the teeth piercing through your other cheek's skin, leaving a much smaller and lower hole than the other one. You lost a few teeth and the beautiful look of your face, the bullet hole being considered ugly by everyone else, you decided to hide it with a mask or bandana whenever you would be around people.

Though you didn't feel ashamed of it, the scars are part of you after all. It wasn't the only scars on your face, there was also a thin slash going from next to your left eye to your chin, crossing the bullet hole. You got it a few weeks after the incident by Lili who was throwing a tantrum, she somehow grabbed a knife and wounded her big brother. She now feels terrible about it but you keep telling her it's fine while smiling at her warmly.

Your thinking got interrupted when a man started naming people, basically verifying if everyone is there.

"Code Name : Bullet ?"

You raised your hand and threw a clothed smile at the older man calling you, you learned to smile with your eyes instead, to show people sympathy. The older man ticked a case next to your code name and continued with his calling. You kept paying attention for a bit, just in case some important information would be given, but nothing else was said, so you just glared back to the window. You remembered how hard it was to find a foster home for Lili, you didn't bother to find one for himself since you considered yourself old enough. The kid would keep throwing tantrums, you assumed it was because of the traumas, but after looking into it, you also figured out your little sister might be autistic and she was struggling with new routines and new unknown situations.

So you kept learning things about it to try and calm her, you would find ways to communicate with her since she was mostly non-verbal, finding sign language to actually work with her, which is not always the case for people with autism. You then processed to tell every family you were visiting on how to take care of her, like how they should make sure she wouldn't get overwhelmed by sensory issues but also making sure they wouldn't force her to do physical contact, since she hated that. You never understood the concept of "la bise", a very cultural french thing in which to greet, thank and say good bye to someone you have to touch their cheeks, witch your cheeks while making a kiss noise, the worst being the number cheeks touching depending on the region you're in.