Truth//FelixXskz

~chapter 1~

“Oh my God, this kid never gives me peace,” Bangchan, the boss of one of the most powerful mafia gangs in Korea, muttered to his brother Lee Minho, who was also a member of the gang along with their other five brothers.

“He hasn’t come home yet? Wasn’t he supposed to be back like four hours ago?!”

The sound of the front door slamming open made all of them flinch.

They rushed to the entryway and saw Felix standing there. His eyes were red and puffy, his arm wet with what looked like tears, and his lip was swollen.

“Felix, where were you?!” Bangchan demanded, his expression furious.

“None of your fucking business,” Felix shot back, heading toward the stairs.

“Hey! No swearing, young man! You were supposed to be home four hours ago. Mind explaining?”

No response.

Bangchan was livid, but Minho was even angrier.

“Bang Lee Felix, get your ass down here!”

The room went dead silent.

He had said Lee. Their father’s surname. They hated using it and only did so when absolutely necessary. It was almost never spoken aloud.

Felix froze mid-step. Should he turn back and explain, or just go to his room? The truth was too difficult. Fuck it, he thought, and kept walking.

Everyone was shocked by his behavior.

He had never acted like this before. The brothers started to worry. Something had changed. He had grown distant, was almost always late, and stopped responding when they asked about school.

At first, they’d assumed it was because they had all been away — buried in work, stuck in the office, going on business trips. Felix had been left alone often.

But now they realized something deeper was wrong.

The Next Morning

It was Saturday, and Felix hadn’t come down for breakfast — which was odd.

The brothers grew anxious when he didn’t answer their calls.

Minho, the most worried of them all, finally went upstairs to check on him. When he reached the door, he tried the handle. It was locked.

His heart sank.

One of the rules in the Bang household: No locked doors unless you're inside with someone else.

Minho knocked several times, calling out Felix’s name. No answer.

He pressed his ear against the wood — and heard faint sobs.

That was it. Minho began pounding on the door. The others, alarmed, ran upstairs.

“Chan! He’s not responding!”

Louder crying spilled from the room — heart-wrenching and raw.

Chan didn’t hesitate. He and Changbin started slamming against the door until it burst open.

The room was dark. The crying had quieted.

They scanned the space and found Felix on the floor, knees to his chest, arms wrapped tightly around himself.

Bangchan quietly left, figuring Felix wouldn’t want to talk in front of everyone. Minho approached and knelt beside him.

“Lix… what’s wro—?”

Minho was cut off by Felix suddenly hugging him.

“H-he didn’t—” sob “l-like m-m-me from the start,” Felix stammered between tears. “I w-was j-just a b-bet, Minho. Nothing else…”