Whispers | Stray Kids

Which... Yeah

A month ago, Felix had been on a school trip. Or more like, his dance group was in Seoul for a competition. They'd passed nationals and so the dance club for his school was here, to compete internationally.

Hell, it'd given him a chance to brush up on his Korean as well. He wasn't as fluent as Rachel yet. But he was still more knowledgeable in the language than anyone else in his troupe.

Which is why, when they arrived in the airport, people were suddenly looking to him with his stammering, stuttering, Korean for help. Which. okay. That was a dilemma. Sure he could speak, well ish. But read?

Nah, that was going to fuck him up.

Robbo had given him shit for it later, when the two of them were in the room they were sharing with two of the other boys.

"Alright, so, you're telling me. You can speak Korean better than the rest of us, but you're still going to get us fucking lost?" Felix snorted, his cheeks blushing red.

That had been a month ago, the day before everything went to shit.

Juliet and Sam had become monsters, killing most of the girls in their room. And in the boys room?

Felix had no idea. He remembered Sakura, the Japanese transfer girl who'd joined them late that year, pulling him out of the hostel and running with him.

"They're all gone."

He wouldn't know for sure, until two weeks later when he saw Robbo's corpse stumbling along. By this point, he'd lost Sakura to the monsters And he was by himself in an unfamiliar country. There was no Rachel to help translate, no adult to help him survive.

He was literally, lost and alone. Trapped.

By all means he should've been dead by now. Fuck, he was only still alive at this point because of a Japanese girl teaching him to survive. And she could've just let him waltz right into death.

These things all became apparent to him the moment he saw his friend's corpse. Here he was, in a fucking convenient store to hide from all the monsters and there was a fucking zombie.

Felix broke down for the first time that night, muffling his sobs into his back pack. The one he'd picked up from their hostel back when Sakura was still with him

-

A month was far too long to be away from home, He thought glumly as he sat sheltered in the eves of an older building. It was raining, and starting to get colder. So Felix was fucking freezing right about now.

But alas, he had no where else to go, his parents and family still weren't returning any messages he left them. And he was in the. Middle. Of. Fucking. Seoul.

Extra, extra. Lost boy Felix Lee lost in the middle of Seoul in a fucking apocalypse. Mum pick up my fucking calls when? He huffed, pulling his bag close and peering around. The last alive human he'd seen had been about a week ago, a group of three young men and one of them looked liked he would kill Felix if he tried to talk to him. Which, no. He wasn't risking that.

So it was a complete fucking surprise when a man with cat like eyes tapped his shoulder nearly half an hour later, just when Felix had been about to drift off.

"Hm... Hyung, I think... Alive..." Felix's eyes blinked open, as he stared blankly at the man.

"Uh, I'm sorry, I don't speak Korean well." Which, was kinda true. But he was also half asleep and didn't want to translate the foreign language. Fuck that honestly. The man stared at him for a moment before puffing put a breath.

"Seungmin, you speak English... for him...?" He was talking to someone behind him now, and Felix caught more words this time (He really should've studied harder), but he missed most of the sentence still. Someone please just feed him to the monsters at this point.

Another young man trotted forwards, presumably saying something (Felix had stopped listening) to the cat eyed man, before turning to Felix.

"You're alive, yes?" The boy, eyes glistening with exhaustion (he probably didn't wanna be translating as much as Felix), asked Felix as he knelt down before him. And, okay, was that an American accent? Was this guy American?

"Stupid question, yes I'm alive." he groaned. The boy chuckled, offering Felix a hand up.

"I'm Seungmin, that's Minho," He gestured at the cat eyed man, "And that's Woojin." He motioned at another man who Felix hadn't noticed. And that was how you got yourself killed in this world, not noticing things. But honestly? Felix was too tired to give a fuck at this point. He just wanted to go back to Australia and maybe if Aussie was just as bad as Korea, fight a kangaroo or something.

It seemed to be a good time for bad decisions anyway.

"... Felix. My name's Felix." He grumbled quietly, his bag straps literally on his shoulders now. Seungmin looked pleased at his pitiful Korean (he really fucking should've studied harder).

"Nice to meet you Felix."

Felix grunted in response.

-

Surprisingly enough (Or not if you're actually a decent fucking human being, you pick), Seungmin and his friends were actually not here to kill him. No, the three of them offered him a place to hole up actually, all he really had to do was try help them as best her could.

Which... Yeah, he could do that.

No he couldn't translate English for them, they had Seungmin for that. But, general helping?

"You do know I have like no real world skills right?" He asked Seungmin one day, as he sat on a roof patio with the Korean grammar book they'd picked up for him a while ago. The other boy shrugged, his hands finding a stray thread on his pants to pick at.

"You can kick better than me and Woojin hyung."

"Yea well that isn't exactly hard." He argued back, laughing as a quiet comfort filled his chest. Maybe, just maybe he'd stay with this group. It was better than being alone at least.

After a few days of staying with the group, Felix had managed to learn that no, Seungmin was not American. He was Korean, he'd just learnt the language a while back. Felix had to say he was fucking grateful for Seungmin's parents, who had apparently pushed him to it.

But now, Felix didn't want to leave. The boys had made him feel safe, taken away his loneliness. He liked having them around.

"Alright, it's not a competition Felix. We all know you did martial arts." Seungmin punched his shoulder, as the elder snorted. Then paused.

"Hey, Seungmin. I'd like that you know, if I could stay with you three. Try help how I can?" Seungmin's eyes widened for a moment before he smiled brightly.

"Great! That makes everything easier, hey maybe you could come to Incheon with us? Hyung seems to want to go there." Felix nodded, feeling content in his decision. Was this the wrong choice? Maybe, but.. He was happy for now.