Cʀᴇᴀᴛɪᴏɴ | CʜᴀɴLɪx ✔︎

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Third Person

Chan hated being homeschooled. He had a weird private teacher. He didn't have friends. He was completely separate from the outside world.

His pale hand balled into a fist, his nails digging into the palm of his hand as he silently cursed. He also hadn't noticed that a tear had run down his face, and in a moment, he had fallen asleep with tear marks strewn across his cheeks.

Morning

Chan woke up, feeling his puffy eyes and he sighed. He had fallen asleep. Crying. Again.

Rubbing the puffiness away, he sat up and got a change of clothes and stripped off his current ones, tossing them into the dirty clothes bin and going into the bathroom. He took a glance at the mirror, scoffing at his reflection.

"Damn, I'm a mess."

Putting his clothes on the counter, he stepped into the shower and took the longest and hottest shower that he ever had.

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"Honey, that was rather harsh," Mrs. Bang mused.

Her husband hung his head. "I keep making the wrong decisions... maybe we should let him go to school."

Mrs. Bang shook her head. "No.. I don't want him to go to a place where he can't learn properly."

Mr. Bang then glanced at the television, which was still paused on the robot. An idea popped up into his head. "That's it!"

His wife looked at him, confused. "What's it? Do you have an idea on what to get him?"

"Yes! And I'm positive he'll love it!"

Mr. Bang began dialing in a number, putting his phone to his ear.

"Hello, who is this?"

"Mr. Han, a pleasure. Is that robot up for buying?"

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Chan stepped out of the shower, drying himself with a fluffy white towel before dressing himself in a choice of black shorts, a white T-Shirt and a black hoodie. He brushed his teeth, making faces at himself in the mirror before going downstairs, surprised to see his mother alone in the kitchen. His father was usually with her.

Mrs. Bang smiled at her son. "Hey sweetie."

"Hi." He sat down at the table. "Where's dad?"

"He's on a phone call," she replied, stirring a cup of coffee.

"Business, I guess?"

She shook her head. "It's nothing to do with business, surprisingly. It's actually for you. He's buying you a gift, and it's not another TV."

Chan's eyes sparkled. "What is it?"

His mother smiled. "It's a secr-"

The doorbell suddenly went off and she jumped slightly.

"Uh.." Chan glanced at the door, seeing a boxy figure behind the glass panes in the door. "What's that?"