Hello, I am Felix || Chanlix

Call 03

"[September nineteen sixty-eight.]"

There was a long silence between the two. Both were confused and lost for words. Nineteen sixty-eight? Twenty twenty-one? How come they didn't have the same year count? Felix was confused, and he didn't have any idea what was happening, but Chan was certain he knew that the weird boy was pranking him for sure. To cut the silence, Chan laughed.

"What the fuck? You got me there, but kidding aside, mate, you're seriously creeping the hell out of me. Can you stop acting dumb? I have so many questions. Are you sure you're not an evil spirit?" He asked, but the other boy remained silent, and that creeped Chan out even more.

Damn, did I trigger the demon? What if he kills me? I knew I should have never answered this damn call.

"[Mister... I'm sorry, but I cannot understand what you are saying. I don't know what's a twenty twenty-one. You must be mistaken; it's only nineteen sixty-eight.]" The boy from the other end of the line said.

"Mate, are you okay? I think you need help. It's Twenty twenty-one. BTS, Blackpink, An San archery gold medalist in Olympics 2020. Korea has 6 gold medals, Spider-Man: No Way Home premiere in December, man. Stray Kids world domination! Mate... I can't with you," Chan said, he listed the current, past and coming events to make the boy stop making fun of him.

(An: I was thinking if I should add the pandemic but nah, let's pretend that Covid never happened in this book.)

"[Last January, North Korean commandos tried to assassinate our President, Park Chung-hee, in his residence at the Blue House. The US Navy intelligence vessel, USS Pueblo, got captured by North Korean patrol boats and 83 crewmates are currently in Pyongyang as their hostages—]"

"Oh please, mate, I know that already; it's in history. Those 83 USS Pueblo crewmates were freed in December 1968. Oh wait, my bad, only 82 because one didn't survive; they were tortured." Chan cut the boy off. Of course, he knows that it's in history.

"[A-are you sure they are gonna be freed? We don't know because the US and North Korea are still in discussion; that's what the news said.]"

"Yeah, they are," there was another silence. Chan was not caring anymore, but the boy from the other end was dead serious to know if Mr Chan could really guess the future.

"[How do I make sure that you are telling the truth?]" Chan sighed. He wasn't having it anymore, and he couldn't really understand why the boy kept acting dumb.

"It's literally in Korean history books. Maybe you should read that and stop prank calling."

"[I'm really sorry, mister, but I really don't know what a prank call is. I don't understand.]"

Calm down, Chris; you can handle this one.

"Okay, mate, you're kinda reaching my limit already, and I'm starting to get pissed off, seriously. Where are you from?"

"[I am in Seoul, mister.]"

"Why don't we meet up? That's only if you're not a demon evil spirit who's trying to hunt my soul."

"[I do not understand, mister. I also can't risk my life to a stranger. I am General Lee's son. There's a big possibility that you are not from an alliance family who wants to capture me and use me against my father. I can't trust you with that, especially since you don't want me to know your name.]"

Chan got silent; he was speechless. The boy from the other end was getting weirder and weirder.

"What are you talking about? I'm a senior at Hongik University. I'm not some kind of soldier, mate. And again, I don't know any General Lee; please, I'm from Australia. How am I supposed to know your family? Plus, I want to make sure that you're not an evil spirit who wants to eat my soul."