-Felix
|| "shit, shit, shit", the blonde cursed under his breath, forcefully grabbing his shaking hand by its wrist. But it just wouldn't stop.

He tried looking at the time on his phone just to curse again. He should've been home 30 minutes ago and worse, his dad didn't even know where he was as Felix forgot to tell him - not that the elder would've cared too much about his well being either way.
Though now, he was screwed.

Trying to ignore his trembling limbs, he start running in fact, sprinting back to his 'home'. It didn't feel like home to him.

After what felt like hours of running, he finally reached the front door panting and exhausted. Checking the time again, 57 minutes late. Fuck.

As he anxiously opened the door to his so called home, he immediately spotted his dad standing right in front of him in the hall.

"Where have you been?", he asked in a cold, harsh tone, sending shivers down the boy's spine.

"I- I'm sorry, there's this school project and I forgot to tell yo-"

Slap.

Felix sentence got interrupted as the palm of his dad's hand met his cheekbone. Making him stumble into the wardrobe next to him.

"Never forget to tell me. ever. again.", he grabbed Felix's hair forcing him to look into his eyes. Felix could smell the alcohol coming from the other. Not much but his daily doses of 2 beers and maybe a shot or two.
Although being slightly drunk, his dad knew exactly what he was doing.

"I- I'm sorry", Felix whined quietly.
"I hope so. You're the reason I hadn't had any lunch yet - you want your old man to die too, huh?", he tightened his grip, raising his voice even more. He dug his nails of his other hand into Felix's hips.
"N-no, I'll make something right away. S-sorry!", he cried out barely audible.

"You know what happens if you do this to me again, don't you?" He came close to Felix's ear, moving his hand from the boy's hip to his ass burying his nails into the flesh.
"I know. It won't happen again, father.", he said dull. His eyes meeting the ground.
"Good. Now make me something to eat you skinny brat.", he shoved the boy away from him. Trembling over his own feed he made his way to the kitchen. "And get that stupid make up out of your face. It's disgusting and it's not like it'd help.", he yelled.

'And that's what they call home?'

Suddenly he became jealous.
Jealous of Chan's close bond to his dad.
Jealous of Jisung's healthy relationship to his mom and sister.

Scratching his lower neck, trying not to burst out into tears.
He knew everyone had their own kind of problems and he should be grateful for what he had. But what did he have?
For once Felix also just wanted to feel loved.
'Just one time', he sobbed.

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5:30 am.
With his body aching, Felix got up to take a shower, dragging his tired body into the bathroom. As he came out he viewed himself in the mirror, his bare face.
He didn't like it. He didn't like the freckles.
Well to be more exact, he grew into disliking them.

He sighed as he viewed his cheek. It turned slightly blue, as Felix had forgotten to cool it yesterday. His dad's gonna kill him if he sees.

He hurriedly made his way back into his room, getting dressed and pulling out the few makeup utensils he had from under his bed, keeping them hidden from his dad.
He covered his freckles and the bruise.
He stopped as he wanted to move on to his eyes once he remembered his father's words from yesterday.

Hesitantly he only did a barely noticeable makeup. Just to make his face appear more full and bright and less tired.

Felix quickly and quietly made his way into the kitchen again, preparing some breakfast for his father with the food they had left at home. Scrambled egg with a few side dishes, hoping it was good enough. Grabbing an apple for himself, he closed the front door to leave to high school.

Though this was the first time he walked quite scared to high school.
Chan's words and actions still roomed in the back of his head. He knew it was still only Chan and it's unreasonable to be afraid but he knew exactly just how well people can change suddenly.
Although maybe change isn't quite fitting. Chan never liked Felix in the first place.
He knew.
He knew since the first art lesson.
But his fascination for Chan's talent for music got the best of him.

He should've known it wasn't a good idea to pair up with him.
As the older boy had said yesterday:

'They're not friends. They'll never be.'

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hey hey, it's been a while:)
But I hope, you enjoyed reading this chapter, after having seen a bit of Chan's perspective in the last one I wanted to show you all a bit of Felix's.

I hope you liked it, feedback & comments are very appreciated🤍