𝗶 𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗰𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗹𝗹𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀 │ 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗹𝗶𝘅

𝗔𝗿𝗶𝗲𝘀

𝗶 𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗰𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗹𝗹𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀

So instead of getting pizza, Minho decided to invite everyone over since father and his lover will be home soon. The three cars and motorcycle followed behind us all the way home.

Walking up the stairs and through the gate, Minho typed in the code, and our door unlocked. We all attempted to fit through the entrance all together. It did not go well.

"Guys, allow Felix to go in first." We all turned to see Chan leaning against the gate with his arms crossed and a faint grin on his face. With pouts on everyone's faces, they listened to the oldest and allowed me into my home first.

Walking in, I took off my shoes, slipped on my slippers, and placed my shoes on the shoe rack. The boys soon pilled into my home, taking off their shoes and just dumping them on the floor, except Chan and Minho, who were humans, and put their shoes on the rack.

The boys made their way over to our L-shaped leather black couch, all reaching for the remote. Minho sprawled himself on the longer side, one of our many white fluffy pillows supporting his back, reaching over the armrest into the wicker basket by our couch to pull out a blanket.

I walked up behind the couch, wrapped my arms around his shoulders, "I'm going up to my room."

"What, why?"

"I bet he's going to watch those videos of himself being fucked like a sex doll!"

I bit my bottom lip removing one of my arms from Minho's shoulders only to reach up and smack Hyunjin right on the back of his head.

Upon impact, his head jolted forward. Hyunjin hissed, his arms coming up around his head to protect his head from further assaults, "sorry, damn."

I round my arm around Minho's shoulder again, looking up with a smile on my face to see Chan was staring. I held his gaze for as long as I could, but his eyes only seemed to grow darker, more menacing.

Removing my arms from around my brother, giving a quick kiss to Hyunjin hyungs cheek as an apology for smacking his head before turning around and making my way towards the stairs. As I lift my foot on the first step, I turn to gaze over my shoulder to see Chan still looking at me.

I rush up the stairs down the hallway and open my door, slamming it closed.

I stayed leaning against my door, my chest heaving up and down as a shiver ran down my spine just thinking about the way Chan was looking at me.

Shaking my head to rid of the thoughts, I push myself off the door and walk over to my closet, opening both doors. Pulling down a pair of joggers and a plain oversized black shirt. Shutting my doors, walking over to the bathroom, laying my clothes on the counter, I huff as I eyed myself through the mirror, reaching up to take the clips out of my hair, opening up my drawer, and placing the black clips with my other black clips in their rightful box.

Reaching up and ruffled my blonde hair making it messy, pulling out my makeup wipes, I pulled out a wipe bringing it to my cheeks as I wiped off all my makeup, allowing my freckles to be unmasked and for a few pimples to be seen. Pulling out a clean wipe, so I can wipe off my glossy lip gloss leaving my lips bare.

Disposing of the wipes. I grabbed a scrunchy tieing up the front of my hair, so it's out of my face, turning on the faucet allowing it to run as I changed out of outerwear and into my PJs, tucking the back of the shirt into the waistband of the white joggers, allowing the front of my shirt to hang loss.

I grabbed my face cleanser, squirting a small amount onto my hand and rubbing it onto my face making sure to be careful of my pimples.

Leaving that on my face, I picked up my clothes from the floor, walked back into my room, reopening my closet doors, and grabbed a hanger placing my graphic tee onto it, putting it with the rest of my black t-shirts, as for my skirt I folded it, put it back into my drawer with the rest of my skirts.

Returning to the bathroom, I washed my foam off my face, turning off the water, reaching for a towel as I gently pat my face dry. I grabbed my Starface Hydro patches, placing three blur star patches over each of my pimples, setting the patches back, and closed my drawer. I turned off the bathroom light on my way out.

Turning on my l.e.d lights so I could turn off my bedroom lights, choosing the color blue, I went over to my nightstand, pulled open my drawer, reaching inside to pull out a lighter, going over to my other nightstand, lighting my lavender candle.

Pulling my sheets open, I crawled into my bed, my body instantly relaxing at the familiar feeling of my big bed. I placed the lighter back in its place, grabbing for my aromatherapy lavender and vanilla lotion for sleep. I rubbed it into my arms and neck, allowing the smell to ease my mind.

I picked up my book and pulled my sheets over me as I leaned back against the headboard.

I don't remember how long I was at peace before a soft knock was sounded at my door, looking up through my glasses to see my father's lover's head peeking through into my room.

"Naega ol su?" I nodded, placing my bookmark at the place where I last was reading. He came in and, like the morning sat on my bed in front of me a soft smile, "bang-geum jib-e wass-eo?"

"ye, dangsingwa hamkke hwag-inhago sip-eossseubnida. The boys are loud, and I didn't see you down there with them. I came up here to check on you." A soft laugh escaped my lips. My brother and our friends were one for chaos, "I was just about to make dinner, why don't you come and help me hm?" Taemin asked, knowing how much I love being in the kitchen.

A soft smile pulled onto my lips as I nodded my head. I loved to cook especially, cookies and brownies. Placing my book on my pillow, I removed myself from the warmth of my covers and stood from my bed.

"You head down there and get started, I'm going to change." Taemin stood from my bed as we both exited from my room. He closed my door behind him as we both headed down the stairs. I went straight as Taemin went down the hall to his and my father's room.

Passing the living room, I caught a glimpse of my father sitting next to Minho as they all yelled at the t.v for the basketball game that was on. Chan was the only one being sort of regular.

I made my way into the kitchen without being seen by any of the boys, seeing all the ingredients all ready for tonight's dinner. I started by pouring the spinach into a drainer and letting it run underwater, placing the onions on the cutting board. I reached for the cutting knife and began to cut them; I smiled, feeling at peace with the yelling of the boys and the soft music coming from Taemin's phone as I cut these onions; it was until I heard those words.

"Don't you look beautiful Mr. Lee. May I join you in the kitchen?" Taemin's laugh rang through the hall. Why did that sentence sound so familiar, where had I heard it from,

I was too busy trying to figure it out I hadn't noticed my finger nearing the knife. I looked down to see dark red coming from my finger, covering the cutting board and a few onions. It didn't register to me until pain signals started to blare in my head as my finger began to burn.

"Ttong!"

I dropped the knife, the tip covered in my blood. I brought my finger to my chest. Everyone was soon in the kitchen, worry clouding their eyes, "Felix, are you, ok darling?" my father asked beside me, his hands on my shoulders.

"Here, let me see," Taemin was beside me next, pushing Minho away, who was trying to see my finger. Taemin had a partly wet towel. He pressed it against my finger, trying to stop the bleeding.

"Are you ok, Felix?" I looked up from my wrapped towel finger to Chan, whose eyes were worried as he looked over Seungmin's shoulder to me, swallowing my saliva, which seemed to get thick after staring at Chan. I nodded.