A Innocent Boy's Bully || Hyunlix Story

New day... Not really

Felix's POV:

Today was a new day. Not just any new day... School was starting again. Don't get me wrong, I love school and everyone there loves me. There's just one problem. Hwang Hyunjin. I don't hate him but I don't like him either. He's had a very special place in my heart, I just wish he changed though. I can't stop everything he does to me. I've always hated the thought of letting people hurt me unwillingly.

Anyways, I woke up to the sound of my alarm. I jumped out of bed and ran to my closet to pick an outfit out before I shower.

I took out a yellow crop with a little chicken on it. I then took out a white kinda short skirt, white knee length socks and white sneakers. To top it all off I grabbed my white headband and white shades.

Into the shower I go. I turned on the water making sure it was the right temperature. Am I the only one that turns the shower on when I'm inside it? (That's what she said. I turn the water on and then get in.) After I did all my bathroom deeds I packed my bag and headed downstairs to grab my lunch. I loved getting homemade lunch from my mom. Her cooking was superfragilisticexpialidocious. I lastly grabbed my black Spiderman hoodie.

I was on my way to Han's house by the time I got outside.

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"Lixieeee!" Han yelled as he clung onto me.

"What do you want now?" I asked. He was being all touchy since we haven't seen eachother since before break.

"Do you know how much I missed you? Winter really has us fucked up." He complained. He wasn't wrong tho. The reason we couldn't meet was because he had gotten sick. It was genuinely annoying that something always got in the way of our plans.

By the time he shut up we were at the front of the school. I was kind of looking forward to this.

"Welp.. I guess all of my praying didn't work after all. Cmon!" He sighed. We had already gotten our schedules yesterday. I headed to staples to print mine out.

We headed inside and made our way to our first class. I was lucky because a majority of the classes I had were with Han. I really hoped Hyunjin wasn't here this year. We walked into the classroom immediately gaining stares but none were judging.

"Hello! I'm Ms. Jeon. You are?" The teacher walked up to us and greeted.

"I'm Felix. This is Han." I answered.

"Nice. Welcome to the class. You guys can take the two last seats in column 5. The class is quite big." She instructed. Me and Han just nodded and walked to our seats. Just as I sat down Han tapped on my shoulder and said.

"Who decided to join us today?" Han asked and pointed in one direction (I don't mean the group 😭)

"Who-" I was about to ask but stopped when I met the eyes of the man I hated the most. Hwang Hyunjin. He was staring bullets into my soul. He was right next to Han and was most definitely not gonna leave us alone the entire class. How did he even make it to 4th year? I just looked away and distracted myself with Han. I just hoped Minho didn't hurt Han.

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It was 2nd period and Han wasn't with me. What a bummer. But guess who was? Hyunjin was. He was sitting in the 2nd row so he couldn't look at me without getting in trouble when digging in his backpack. I was in the last row. Again. But, after this I had lunch and Han did too so I could sit with him. Right now I just had to focus on doing my computer work and writing my notes down.

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It was lunch time! Yay! People that I had to partner up with in class told me I was childish but I didn't take it to heart. They also said I was cute so they most likely didn't mean it. They were also cute. I think their names were Jeongin, seungmin and Lia (r.i.p Lia. I hope she gets better.)

I was right outside the lunch room and my arm got grabbed.

"Who the fu-""Who the fuck what?" The man infront of me interrupted. No.. No the absolute FUCK no.

"Get off of me!" I yelled and smacked his arm. Why did Hyunjin have to come at this time!? I'm hungry...

"You don't tell me what to do you punk." He talked back and slammed his pointer finger into my chest.

"Ow! You're hurting me!" I yelled. He grabbed onto my wrist and dragged me to the bathroom while I screamed at him to let go, which he never did. Where was everybody when I needed them the most? I was on the verge of tears. I thought I've escaped from this nightmare. He opened the last stall which is always the biggest and threw me at the top of the toilet (on the thing where the water is in. On the tippy top top 👍)

"You need to learn your fucking place. You know.. I tend to become more rough when I'm mad." He said. I opened my mouth but nothing came out. If I kept this up then I would probably die to him. I don't wanna die to him. Not him... , "What's the matter? Cat got your tongue?" He asked and then looked me down. Probably expecting me to say something. "You're already getting me pissed. Say something or I'm gonna make sure you leave this bathroom with a bruise."

"I.. I don't..want." I managed to make out. I was slightly trembling. He scared me. Every time he was near me I knew what he wanted to do to me. It was traumatizing.

"I don't give a single fuck." He said in a rude tone. "You think anyone gives a shit about what you think? They don't. At this point I'm probably the only one that is here for you." He continued and grabbed my jaw. My pupils were dilated. He could tell how much this was affecting me and he was using that against me. My breathing soon became unsteady.

He poked at my chest and called me names. He knew how sensitive I was. I always regret showing him what I hate and what not before. He knows how to make me feel unwanted and feel like a disappointment now. It hurts...

"Ow..!" I cried out. He slapped me on the face really hard and stared as I slipped off of the toilet and onto the floor.

He kicked at my stomach and laughed while watching me struggle. I was crying a river and whispering things to myself. He seemed to notice but I knew he didn't care. All he ever did was sit and watch but he got mad when others teased me or hit me. It wasn't fair...why was I born like this? There are 8 billion people in the world and I was the 'Chosen One'? Why me?

"STOP!" I yelled and he did. He stepped on my stomach and waited for me to do something.

"Why? You were scared just a second ago." He reminded me.

"I don't care. I don't like this..." I whispered the last part.

"I already told you. I don't give a shit. Later will be much worse if you don't deal with this." He carelessly said. He took his foot off and positioned his leg and that's when I did it. I got up and told him he can do whatever. I wasn't gonna be here later anyways. How much worse can this even get? I ran out of the bathroom and all the way out of the school. I can't believe I let that happen. I ran into the house and into my room. He has to change.. Please change.

I threw my bag onto my bed and leaned against the door slowly sliding down onto the floor.

"Fuck me.. Fuck me.. Fuck me.." I repeated as I tugged onto my hair. The worst part is I know he isn't gonna stop. He doesn't care about me. I sobbed and sat on the floor recalling all the times this has happened to me. Some people may think this isn't serious but I don't know what to do about it. Everyday I get hit and today is the only time I do something about it? He's gonna do something worse to me tomorrow. I shouldn't have left.

I reached to my bedside desk and grabbed my daily knife. Everytime I felt disappointed in myself I cut myself. Repeatedly. For at least 10 seconds. And I was gonna do it again. I trembled and shaked as I aligned the knife with my wrist. In a matter of seconds I was bleeding with a knife stabbing into my wrist. All I could hear was the sound of my blood quenching and mixing with the veins and fat in my wrist. I could've swore I lost an unhealthy amount of blood this whole past week, but that was my plan. To pass out and hopefully never wake up again. Waking up in this hellhole is the worst nightmare ever.

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New story up! I didn't know what to write (kinda). I didn't want to dissapoint you guys either. Felix is depressed now 😃