Oddinary// Hyunlix & Minsung FF// Editing

Chapter Fifty Six: Moving On

A few months had rushed by in the fastest blur I had ever experienced. Our lives were more hectic than ever. The police had finally believed Felix, after a few weeks of them questioning us intensely, and taken the three guys into custody. But we still couldn't prove my father had anything to do with the crimes.

Apparently despite us showing them the documents we had uncovered, because Ms Lee had died and there was no one else to confirm our story, there was no way to tie him to any of the crimes.

Of course we knew the real reason. The police officer handling our case was also under my father's thumb. Minho and Felix had recognised him instantly.

The house that Jisung and Felix had lived, and grown up, in had been sold. The money was in a trust fund for when they turned eighteen. We had moved a town over, and tried to start our lives again.

Luckily Min was eighteen and had insisted that the three of us be relinquished into his custody.

My father didn't even bat an eyelid. He was grateful we were out of his hair, and his business.

I hummed to myself as I finished the cute sketch of a cute puppy I had seen the day before and began dragging my paintbrush across the fresh canvas.

"Jin," Felix's broken sad voice drifted into my ears and I looked up from my artwork. His eyes were puffy and red, and I could see the healing marks on his face had been reopened once more. Light red smears of crimson blood decorated his anguished face. My humming stopped immediately.

"Angel what's wrong?" I reached for his wrist and pulled him into my lap. I dropped my paintbrush noisily against the canvas. His head flopped onto my shoulder and he was sobbing once more. This had become an almost daily routine. Out of the four of us, he had suffered the most with everything that had happened.

He had witnessed both his parents deaths, fallen victim to my father, and suffered a minor nervous breakdown. He was still very much under Doctor Wang's care, and things were getting easier. But he was still devastated and distant with even me at the very best of times.

"I-I'm angry. I keep having that dream. The same one where they chase me and I can't escape. A-And he's waiting to take my back into that room where their bodies are." All of his night terrors had amalgamated into one traumatising horror show and there was nothing even I could do as I listened to him scream in terror almost nightly. Waking him was near impossible, and my embrace was no longer enough to hold them at bay.

"Do you need to relieve some tension?" I asked quietly as I tucked his beautiful blonde hair behind his ears and dried his cheeks. It often helped him to get his anger out, and I enjoyed it when he blessed me with the pain I enjoyed so much.

"N-No. Not right now." He murmured with a sniff. He toyed with his sleeve and stared down at his own small, yet incredibly dangerous, hands. Something was weighing on him and I wanted him to talk to me. We never did that anymore. Just talked.

"What can I do to make you feel better?" I asked quietly as I pulled his delicate shaking body against my own and squeezed him softly.

"I just keep thinking, why don't I feel things anymore? I feel like someone has muted my emotions. The only ones I can express are anger or sadness." He mumbled quietly.

"And love. You show me you love me all the time." I whispered as I buried my nose gently into his head. He shrugged.

"Do I though? The only time we even touch anymore is when I need to get my anger out. Or when I'm crying." The words were like someone punching me in the chest and knocking the wind right out of my lungs.

The worst thing was knowing he was right.

"You need time my little Angel. You're healing. You've been so strong for so long, you just need to hit the reset button." I whispered.

"I think my button is broken."

"Felix, come on. We have this conversation every day. You know I love you, and I know, somewhere locked up inside your heart is your love for me. We just need to let it back out." I soothed as I rubbed his back gently.

"J-Jin. I think I want us to break up. I-I mean. I'm breaking up with you." My body completely froze and time seemed to slow down to an agonising pace that would make the slowest snail seem like a formula one driver.

There was no way he was being serious.

"Wh-What?" I forced the word out of my mouth reluctantly. I didn't want to hear him repeat himself, but I couldn't be sure I had heard him correctly. There was no way he was doing this.

He couldn't.

"I-I need space. This is so much. I've been talking to doctor Wang and...." His voice became like white noise in the background of my screaming thoughts as he tried to explain to me what was going through his pretty little head. My arms dropped from his body and I leaned back in the hard wooden chair. I dropped my head backwards and stared up at the ceiling, wondering what the fuck was going on.

Every smile, every kiss, every single night I had spent in the hospital or at home trying desperately to save him. It had all been for nothing. Every inside joke we shared would die like unattended plants. The smile that lit up my world so easily would always be out of reach now.

That day on the roof when I had found him in a pool of his own blood, as I thought he was leaving me for good, it was nothing compared to the way he had just ripped my heart out and stepped on it with a few simple words.

"J-Jin?" I snapped out of my own thoughts and I hadn't even realised Felix wasn't with me anymore. Jisung's hand was on my shoulder and I stared up at him with a blank expression, trying to process the end of the most perfect thing I had experienced in my life. The only thing that was ever worth smiling about.

The thing I would kill to protect.

"Hi." It was the most insignificant thing I had ever said in my life, but for some reason, Jisung got it. He immediately embraced me tightly and held me like I had just threatened to throw myself out of the open window.

"I'm so sorry." He whispered as his hand rubbed my aching chest vigorously, trying to provide me with some kind of comfort.

But there wasn't anything that was going to change this. Felix wasn't mine anymore.

"Wh-What did I do wrong?" I asked.

"Nothing Jin. You did nothing. Felix is healing. Give him time." His words weren't what I wanted to hear. I wanted someone to tell me when he had stopped loving me. When had his heart changed? When had Lix decided I wasn't enough anymore? Because I felt like I was the only one who hadn't seen this coming.

Minho had been unusually kind recently and both him and Jisung had been checking on me constantly.

"You knew?" My voice cracked as I spoke and tears began streaming from my cheeks. I wasn't even sure I was breathing anymore as a heavy panic set in over my soul.

Since the day we had met, Lee Felix and I had been bonded. I had known from the first hug, the first smile, the first time his deep voice had erupted from his throat in front of me, that he was my soulmate.

Now I had to live under the crushing weight of knowing he didn't feel the same. Living without him wasn't living. It was existing.

"Only for a week. I've been talking to him, and trying to find out why, but I don't even think he knows hyung. I'm so sorry I wish I could do something." I pulled away from the embrace and slammed my head as hard as I could into the table in front of me. Then I did it again.

And again.

I did it until Jisung called Minho and they both pinned me down. I shouted loudly as my heart felt like it was falling apart peice, by tiny peice.

I had lost one of my only reasons to enjoy my life.

The world got very dark that day, and I knew who was to blame.

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