Cliché || Hyunlix

7. Father

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Felix entered his home and slowly closed the door behind him, ceasing the sound of the rain outside. Out of spite, he looked through the door's peephole. He saw Hyunjin smiling as he turned around with the umbrella above him. Though, he didn't use his skateboard. Felix was expecting him to use it in attempts to get home quickly. Sure, it was raining and slippery, but something told him it seemed like Hyunjin wanted to take his time and enjoy the tai with his umbrella (he's delulu yall). The raven head walked to the sidewalk, sparing another smiling glance at the house before walking off. Felix leaned his back onto the door with a giddy smile as he felt his heart race picking up. He unconsciously felt his arms with the male's jacket covering them.

He's barley grown closer to the boy within the last few days. How was he making him feel like this already?

'No. You're just happy to have him as a friend.' He thought to himself.

All night long, Felix couldn't keep his mind off of one thing.

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Hyunjin eventually made his way home, his mind wandering the entire way there. The minute his house came into his vision, every emotion, every thought, every effort to be himself—dropped.  This house was the bearer of bad news. The carrier of trauma and horrific memories. This was the house that gave Hyunjin his wounds— physically and emotionally. However, it wasn't the structure itself that ruined his life. More so, what awaited inside. Who awaited inside.

He approached the door and closed the umbrella before turning the knob. If this were the scenario six years ago, Hyunjin would have stood at the door with a racing heart, praying for the person on the other side to be different. If this were the scenario six years ago, he would be reaching for the doorknob with shaking hands and glossy eyes.
Now, after over half a decade of the same torturous cycle, you could say the male has grown.. used to it. He was no longer afraid of the man behind the wooden plank— rather, it was more of what he was capable of. It was the same repetition nearly every single day. This was where Hyunjin grew to manage a two-faced act. One for at home and one for school.

With no hesitation, he entered the home and heard the familiar voices of sport spokesmen talking on the television and smelled the stench of alcohol that he was no stranger to. Looking to his right, the tv blared through the unoccupied living room and an open bag of chips laid on the small table in front of the couch. Resting atop the table stood three beer bottles— all of them with an inch left of liquid. The culprit seemed to never fully finish them in order to avoid the overwhelming guilt of the amount he drinks. On the dining table sat bags from fast food drive throughs.

The further he walked into the house, the more he saw and smelled. God, he hated it here. Walking down the long hallway to the room of the person who owns the house, Hyunjin already knew what awaited hid behind the closed door. Carefully, he creaked the stained door open and peered his head into the room. As he expected, he found his father sprawled out on the bed— snores and the fan whirring were the only noises heard. The room reeked of sweat, cigarettes, and alcohol. He tip-toed in to grab the trash and bottles collected upon the dressers. He froze completely when he heard rustling of the sheets behind him. He slowly turned around to see his father simply moving in his sleep. Letting out an exhale of relief, he tilted the tv back in place— it was shifted, likely due to another tantrum from the grown man— and exited the room.

He stumbled into the kitchen, arms full of glass bottles and metal cans, and tossed them all into the recycling bin. He stared at the bucket and sighed at how full it was from nothing but alcoholic containers. Hyunjin picked up the plastic tub and made his way to the recycling bin outside, breathing in heavily at the outside, rainy air— being in the house made him feel suffocated. Once he dumped the glass and metal into the large bin, he set the tub on the muddy ground and leaned against the side of the house. The heavy rain passed over and it was much lighter than when he was with Felix.