An Ending Like A Fairy Tale Can't Possibly Happen, Right? (MinLix)

An Ending Like A Fairy Tale Can't Possibly Happen, Right?

Okay, first of all, HOW COME NO ONE WROTE A FIC BASED ON SKZFLIX LIKE IT HAD SO MUCH FANFIC POTENTIAL AND YET THE PEOPLE IGNORED IT LIKE WHY JUST WHY I'LL TELL YOU WHY CUZ IT'S NOT FOCUSED ON MINSUNG

Guess sometimes when you want something, you gotta do it yourself

Gonna change things up a bit but the key things will stay the same... hopefully, I am unstoppable when writing

TW: minor verbal abuse, parental abuse, depression, minor sexual content, implied death, few mentions of blood

"Why do you act like such a child, Minho? Your classmates are so mature, and yet you're so immature. Why is that?"

"God, you're such a burden. What possessed me to give birth to you?"

"You think I'm making you miserable? Do you have any idea how miserable you make me for existing?"

Minho woke up from his nightmare, breathing heavily. No matter where he is, his parents will never stop tormenting him. He forced himself to calm down, knowing nothing good will come if he does so much as shed a tear.

"Why didn't you come today?" Someone asked.

"Wh- Who?" A startled Minho murmured as he sat up, and came face to face with Lee Yongbok, or Felix, as he preferred to be called. He knew him from art class. Looks like (and actually is) a foreigner, but Minho thinks he's not a real blonde. He's also a pretty cheerful fellow, like cartoon character level of cheerful. Minho can't even imagine himself being as happy as Felix is.

"I said, why didn't you come today?" Felix repeats. Minho was a mystery to him, but he could tell that being a class skipper was unusual for him. "The art teacher said today's class could've been better with you. The teacher wanted us to draw great facial expressions, but you didn't show up." Minho spaced out, suddenly remembered his parents saying something about his looks.

"You better keep looking as attractive as people say you are, Minho. Your looks are the only thing you have that's actually valuable."

Minho's train of his miserable memories were stopped when Felix placed something cold in his hands. Iced candy. Minho briefly stared at Felix, who was eating his own iced candy, then ripped the plastic.

"So... do you prefer Felix or Yongbok?"

"Oh, people our age use Felix. Only the grown-ups call me Yongbok. It's pretty embarrassing." Felix replies, leaning backwards.

"Why?"

Felix sighed. "Yongbok's a name for an old man."

"Well, I don't think it's embarrassing. In fact, I think it suits you as much as Felix does."

Felix smiles. "Thanks. And as a reward for your kind words, you have the privilege to call me Yongbok."

Minho looked at him, a little chuckle leaving his lips (Felix noticed that he was smiling, for Minho barely smiles). "I'm honored."

"Hey, what happened?" Felix says, having gotten a good look on his face. Specifically, what happened to his face.

"Hm? What do you mean?" Minho asked, tasting the melon-flavored sweet.

"Your pretty face," Felix's hand reached over and delicately stroked the bloodied parts of the ravenette's face, making Minho blush a bit (Felix himself silently gushed over how soft Minho's skin is). "You poor thing... Who could've done this to you?"

Minho knew how he got it, he had a disagreement with his parents earlier this morning, which ended... pretty violently. He sucked more of the candy to distract himself.