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turtledovenycx · 1 year ago

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𝐌𝐢𝐝𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐑𝐮𝐧𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐥𝐮𝐞-𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐨𝐲 (𝐅.𝐋)

🎧 𝐓𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐬 -𝐌𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐞 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐳

🎧 𝐋𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐬𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐥𝐲 - 𝐀𝐥𝐞𝐜 𝐁𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐧

𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: 𝐒𝐅𝐖/ 𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖

𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐢 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬: 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟏| 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟐| 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟑

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐬𝐤𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫!𝐅𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐱 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐓𝐚𝐠: 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬, 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭𝐲 (𝐚 𝐛𝐢𝐭), 𝐟𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐡 (𝐢 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐟𝐚𝐬𝐭), 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭

⁀➴ 𝐖.𝐜 𝟑.𝟏𝐤

𝐓𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 ⚠️: 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐝𝐞𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐮𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐨𝐱𝐢𝐜 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐂’𝐬 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐌𝐂 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦 𝐨𝐟 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐛𝐚𝐥 𝐚𝐛𝐮𝐬𝐞. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐛𝐚𝐥 𝐚𝐛𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐯𝐚𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐥𝐲. 𝐏𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐬𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐚𝐫 𝐨𝐫 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐬𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧. 𝐓𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩𝐬, 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚��’𝐭 𝐨𝐫 𝐝𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞, 𝐈’𝐦 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐲𝐢 𖹭

"Shut up! JUST SHUT UP!! SHUT UP !!! I don't wanna talk!" your mother's shrill voice echoed.

"No! why not? huh? Where were you? tell me where have you been? You can’t always leave as you wish while I…."

"Why not? Is it because I'm a woman?"

"What?! no! That's not what this is about, you have a family, you are a mother! you are supposed to be here... it is almost 12 in the night.!!"

"So.... I'm not the only one responsible for the girls... You leave as you wish too....."

“That is different…”

You drowned out the rest of the conversation, plugging in your earphones and walking out onto the balcony. It was always the same argument or at least its gist. You used to interfere, trying to calm your parents but every time you were involved you ended up getting hurt. Painful words and frustration at each other were then thrown onto you, a walking target amidst the argument. After a while, you learn to drown it out. your sibling too engulfing herself in gaming.

The upside of living in a ground-floor apartment escape wasn't hard. Jumping over the fence to the other side, you were free. The moon lit most of your path and the rest with dim yellow lamps on the sides of the footpaths, you leaned on a nearby wall surfing your phone for that song your mind wanted to listen to.

"Same shit again?" you looked up to see him, his blue hair looking almost green beneath the yellow street lights.

You acknowledged his presence with a nod of your head, going back to your phone. Felix slowly removed one of the earphones from yours to put it in his ears. He knew whenever this happened you did not wish to talk. After all, this wasn't the first occurrence. He held you gently as silent tears slipped through your eyes.

Felix had run into you on a similar night. That night you had tried to intervene but had gotten hurt badly, without thinking you had jumped the fence and had walked into the night. It was only after you looked back to see that your home had vanished from view, you realise you had come too far along. The weight on your shoulders and the lump in your throat felt like they were squeezing you, pushing your body forcefully to the ground like a strong hand. You just broke down crying on the sidewalk, pulling your knees up to your chest and trying to become as small as you can.

"Shut up! what do you know? I work like a dog all fucking day and I come home to the three of you doing absolutely FUCKING NOTHING! You are just like her. Don't tell me what to do... worthless-

"Is that an insult to me you drunk asshole? Don't bring her into this..." your angered mother retorts.

"You're the reason all of this is happening," he pointed his finger at you, "It's your fault. It's all your fault," your father yelled at you as your mother continued to swear at him.

Recalling the fight and all the brutal shit your parents threw your way made you heave a breath.

Was it really your fault? Do you try harder? you were trying...

Your cries were silent, soft, so soft that if Felix had brought his headphones that night he would have missed it.

From a few meters back he had heard hushed sobs and deep inhales of air. Upon rolling closer he saw your slouched figure on the sidewalk. Now usually, he would skate right past not bothering to get involved. But the way you cried softly even in an open field made him curious and the fact Felix would have a hard time falling asleep if he actually left you in this compromising position this late at night.

With the way you were crying, it seemed like you had a lot on your mind but yet you tried to muffle yourself as if you did not want to bother anyone with your sounds. Why? The good nature in him to ensure you were okay made him slow down, get off his board and approach you slowly.

Hushed footsteps near you immediately halted your sobs, you looked in the direction of the noise to see a figure approaching, a skateboard tucked underneath one arm. The alarm signs in you rang and you quickly got up and wiped your face, you decided to bolt before you tripped and fell on your knees. An arm touched your shoulder but you pushed him away and ran, not turning around to look at the very confused boy you left behind. That night you had a scathe on your right knee. By the time you had crawled back into your home your parents and sister were fast asleep.

After a week or so you were strolling through your resident community when you caught a glimpse of his blue hair, skating with a few of his friends nearby, he looked familiar but the thoughts of that night were beginning to fade from your mind. Before you could turn around and walk away he noticed you and approached you.

“Hey. Remember me?" He said stopping in front of you, a small smile on his face.

“I don’t remember...” you blurted out. What threw you off was his voice for someone with a sweet face his voice was deep.

“I came to check on you remember? you were sorta crying. it was night? sorry, I did not mean to scare you like that, but you pushed me really hard.” He said.

You were unable to form words being embarrassed. The memory of a man with a skateboard comes back to you.

In the evening sunlight, he did not appear as scary as he did that night, he looked… cute. Very cute, a chiseled face, high cheekbones a cute button nose dusted with freckles in shades of brown. Pretty

He sensed your embarrassment and quickly tried to stop you from leaving, “M just kidding I didn't get hurt, the name is Felix.”

“Y/n,” you say extending your hand in his for a shake hand.

“Pretty name.” he winked when you scoffed lightly.

“Come join us, do you skate?” he asked moving to reveal the skate park, the ramps, and ground filled with people holding skateboards of different sizes. Some even have rollerblades and lightweight bicycles.

“Sorry, I don’t skate... I should really go.” you tried, not in the mood to meet anyone people.

“I insist, it could be fun,” Felix said walking in front of you again as you tried to walk away. You still did not know what compelled you to say ‘okay’, maybe it was the fact back home broken pieces of plates and angry parents awaited you. Or maybe it was the sweet smile from a silly boy in front of you hell-bent on talking to you.

“Come on now,” he reassured, gently leading you past the wired fence into the park. There were about six to eight people there.

“This is Jisung,” he told you as he introduced you to a boy not much taller than Felix,

“Hello,” the brunette greeted with a small smile but did not say much as he buckled his wrist pad and rolled off.

“Don’t mind that, he is a bit shy, he will come around,” Felix said as he moved around the small crowd, looking back to make sure you were following him.

“This is Hyunjin, he is our artist. He spraypainted all our stuff and most of the walls. " a tall blonde extended his hand for a high five which you hesitantly gave, Hyunjin was good-looking not in a cute Felix way. He had captivating eyes that could hold strong eye contact and a pretty mole under one of them that caught your attention.

"Hi, Y/n right I'll see you around?" he said before walking past you to join another boy. "That’s Seungmin with Hyunjin," Felix said before pointing at a muscular, well-built brunette standing next to a girl with braids. "That guy over there that’s Chris he started coming here before any of us. Oh yeah, that redhead that's Chae she does bicycle tricks….” you were met with welcoming smiles and fist bumps as Felix weaved his way through the small group.

You saw people flying off the curves and falling but getting up laughing and trying again. It looked really cool. Changbin another guy who seemed to be a regular at the gym rode a bike that looked small between his legs, he did a front wheelie effortlessly. A small girl whizzed past you and went down the ramp as she rode up she did a rotate mid-air twice holding onto her board before landing clean on all four wheels stopping and high-fiving Jisung.

“That’s Luna, she is our pro even though she is only fourteen, kid's got mad skills. She began to ollie at ten and now there is not a trick she can’t do,” he said beaming with pride.

He made sure almost everyone in his friend group met you before finally walking you to where his stuff lay against a graffitied wall. You recognized the multicolored skateboard, splashed with green, fluorescents, and blue under the board. The top of it was coarse and black dusty a bit with fading shoeprints.

“Felix why did you bring me here?” you asked finally. Looking around, from the outside whenever you were out for a walk, you had seen them practicing. it looked really cool to you, always staring discreetly to see someone throw themselves into the pit and emerge on the other side. but they looked closed off (a stupid assumption you yourself had made). It was nice to know they were all friendly. You had always wanted to hang here, but never had the courage to step past the green-busted fence door.

“I wanted to know how you were feeling. Thought you would like some company.” He smiled sweetly before rummaging in his bag for something

“I didn’t ask for it.” you reminded,

“I know, I just wanted to. I don’t know what was bothering you that night but you looked like you were hurt. Really hurt, It did not sit right with me to ignore you after I saw you like that. I would like to be your friend." he explained emerging with elbow pads and wrist protectors.

“Well, I’m fine now,” you say softly, you wanted to leave not knowing a part of you wanted to stay. Your gaze landed on his board once again.

“Would you like to try?” he asked picking up his helmet.

“I don’t know, I’ve never tried,” you admit.

“First time for everything right?” he says handing the helmet to you. “Here put this on.” And you did, fingers tightly holding his palm as you climbed onto the board and he began to rock it back n forth just so that you get used to the feeling. Your initial wish to leave slowly faded as he pushed you forward, standing for the first time on a skateboard you felt genuinely happy. A smile slowly makes its way to your face. His face mirrored yours too and the rest of his friends shared knowing glances with each other watching the two of you.

Befriending Felix was easier than you would think, he was always super playful and energetic but never in a way that overwhelmed those around him. He had asked you to join them the next day but after leaving that evening you were too shy to go to the park again you had drawn the conclusion that he just wanted to make sure that you were okay. Still not being acquainted with everyone made it harder. It would feel awkward for you if Felix was not present.

You did not expect to see him jog to you as you came from your evening walk.

“I was looking everywhere for you,” he says as he takes you by your hand and drags you toward his friends.

“Wait, what?”

“I couldn’t find you at the park. Come on,” he said speedwalking with you into the park. Though you felt nervous you did not feel your anxiety bubbling up, his warm hand felt grounding as the two of you greeted everyone else, maybe this wasn’t such a bad idea.

“No, no, try to balance your body by bending your knees..” Jisung said

“Like this,” you ask a pink helmet on your head, face set so serious like you were training for a fight not standing still on a skateboard and bending your knees pushing your ass out.

It had been a week since befriending all of them. Jisung had grown closer to you over the days. He had the most in common with you. You guys listened to similar music, read manga, and had other similar interests. Felix always made you feel at ease now so did Han, after you voiced your wish to learn to skate he began helping you. You guys had been practicing for a while before you wanted to try rolling without support.

“Too much ass.” Jisung cracked a laugh.

“Right.” you readjusted and he gave you a thumbs up.

After his initial shyness peeled you came face to face with this chaotic, sassy, loud alter ego, Han. If it wasn’t for his humor you would become tired of him. Han Jisung was also shy and spoke only to those he took a liking to, he reminded you of your own closed-off personality. it made him relatable and a nice friend. He was patiently helping you become friends with everyone like a funny spirit guide.

“Focus,” Han said snapping his fingers. “Okay now what you do is slide your feet like this,” he demonstrated. “Keep the weight on one foot till you gain momentum and once you feel it's rolling just bring your feet up,” he said doing the action with so much ease.

“Let's try it out,” he called out waiting for you at the other end of the path.

“Okay.” you started trying to mimic his movements but less gracefully. The rickety board was both old and worn out. Since Felix needed his, a friend of Chris’s Minho had offered to give you his beginner board which he had kept safe. Asking for a new board at home was difficult since both your parents were in their weekly sulk.

It was hard to balance your weight so instead of going straight the direction of the board changed sending you reeling backward.

“You okay?” Jisung asked after you fell on your butt. You looked up at him the two of staring for a moment before he burst out laughing,

“I hate you,” you say a little embarrassed.

“Come on, up,” he said extending his hand and letting you get up before you gave him a push.

“I think we are done for the day huh?” he says gulping his water. Just then a certain freckled face appeared at the gate of the park. His brown eyes caught you before smiling at you, you gave a small smile back, and he began walking towards you. He was pulled away by Hyunjin.

“You like him,” Wasn’t even a question, Han stated grabbing his books from his duffel,

“What ?! No!” you say slapping his shoulder. He just nodded hiding a small smile, liar

“He is really kind you know,” Jisung said, now reading from his book as he lay on the bench.

“Yeah, I know,” you say sitting down by his feet.

“He brought me here the same way he did you,” Jisung said nonchalantly, you turned your head to face him but he kept his eyes trained on the pages.

“Found me one night a few years ago and the next day brought me here. He did not leave me alone till he was sure I would not try to run away and do something stupid. He is weird like that, weird but cute.” he continued flipping through the pages before closing the book.

“So I understand where you’re coming from okay?.” he said before turning to you. You just look at him for a second. So that was why Jisung took a liking to you, you were in the same position he was in the past. It is said that those who have suffered similar pain can spot it in others. Jisung was no exception.

You never really had someone to relate to so much, someone who would understand what you’re going through someone to call a best friend. Maybe one day because for now, you knew you could trust this bundle of mischief.

“So he just collects us like Pokémon then,” you asked all serious, Han bursting into laughter.

“What are you guys laughing about,” Chris asked petting Jisung’s head making the younger physically cringe. You looked up to meet Felix’s eyes already on you, your heart fluttered a bit - a silly feeling really- before looking away quickly.

“It’s hot,” Seungmin stated as Jisung gave him a sultry look,

"Thank you min-min you're okay looking too,"

"Eww not you I meant the weather."

"Let's get ice cream then," Jisung says, closing his book and standing up. "You coming," he turned to you before grabbing his things.

"No, I need to head home. you have fun." back home you had some chores and homework to get done. The group began chattering as they approached the nearest convenience store Chae chased Jisung as the rest spectated.

"Where are you going?" a voice asked as you began walking toward your building. Turning around you see Felix, "Not coming?" he pointed his thumb toward the few people as they entered the store.

“No. I have to get home,”

“Wait, but I just got here...” he said a bit pouty it made you want to giggle,

"Sorry, but I have some work and..."

"Let me walk you home." his hand held his jacket, as he grabbed the board. "No. that's okay? you don't have to.." but he did not listen already walking with you despite being called.

"Felix really, it's okay I can-"

"I want to spend time with you. You only talk to Jisung nowadays." Felix kicked a small rock that rolled a few feet away. his eyes were downcast and you looked quite in shock. was he jealous?

"I.. uh. huh?" the two of you stopped and before he could speak two boys on bicycles cut between you. "sorry,' the smaller one trying to catch up with his older brother yelled back.

"I love that you are now comfortable with him, but I-. I want you to be like that with me too, you know. I want.." Felix trailed of, the two of you had stopped walking.

"I want you to know that you can talk to me too." the sounds of children playing nearby distract you, at least you try to distract yourself, praying your face turns a shade of pink.

"Thank you, I'm okay I promise," your heart beating quick but not quick like a panic attack.

"I'll see you tomorrow then?" he asks you could hear Chan call out to him. His fluffy hair poked out from the store. Felix paid no heed.

You nodded. You guys were near your building so you kindly asked him to head back before Chris lost his voice obviously. He gave you a smile before jogging to the store.

When you reached home you were met with scowling faces sighing wishing you had gone with them.

You became a regular at the skatepark, always wishing Chris -whose Korean name you learned was Chan- as you passed him to the beginner's ramp. Peeking over Hyunjin’s shoulder with Felix to get a glance at his secret sketchbook, exchanging song recommendations and cooking recipes with Chae who you learned was an excellent baker -neck to neck with Felix-. Her French Madeleine was to die for and read with Jisung.

Slowly, you learned to control the depressing thoughts, feeling happy every time you were with them... You felt less lonely -feeling heard and seen now- especially when you could talk to Jisung about anything. You had shallowly mentioned the situation at home. Unhappy parents and a toxic atmosphere always made you sad and Han understood it the most, comforting you without prying for more information and occasionally teasing you to distract you- the topic usually revolved around your new crush on Felix.

You were too shy to acknowledge the pair of eyes that always searched for you. Felix had also grown incredibly fond of you. Chan and Hyunjin always teased him about how he would always search for you- his mystery girl. It was strange, he felt protective of you and not strange at the same time, after all, he was the man with developing feelings for the shy pretty girl.

“Why are you always late?” your dad asked one day as you returned home.

“Sorry,” you say stepping into your home to remove your shoes. It wasn’t that late, but your father was pissed at your absence.

“Where were you?” he asked but you did not hear him, going into your room.

“Answer Me!” He yelled startling you. He was standing in the middle of the hall, you walked out to talk to him not wanting to scare your sister if he decided to barge in.

“At the skatepark.” you say “Why are you angry it’s only 7.”

“Well, you leave without a word come back as you wish and now I hear you’re hanging out with junkies.”

“What are you talking about?!” your voice raised turning to face your dad.

“The skatepark is filled with kids like that.”

“That’s not true!”

“Why are you yelling?!’ your father yelled at you. Oh, the irony.

“What?! You are the one yelling.”

“Lower your voice when you are talking to me you hear me!” he walked forward intimidating you.

“No..”

“What was that?”

“I said NO! I'm done. Mom is out right now and you are taking your frustration out on me. So Stop! Stop. Taking. Your. Frustration. Out. On. Me!” You yelled, heaving breath as hot tears flood down your face.

Your father’s face turned red as he looked around.

"You're done? you're done? huh, you're done? huh?" he kept muttering as he walked around.

“What are you doing?” you asked confused as he stalked past you,

“No! Stop!” you shouted as your Dad picked up Minho’s board.

“Whose is this?”

“It’s mine!”

“Mino? Whose Minho?” he seethed as he read the small sticker at the very end of it.

“My friend…” you tried, you could not move feet planted to the spot. you had never feared your father, but it was what he was gonna do that scared you. What happened next was so loud that it woke your sister up she ran to the hall.

Your father lifted the board high before crashing it onto the tiled floor snapping it in half and breaking the tile in the process.

“You. Will. Listen. To. Me, as long as you live under my roof. Do you understand?” your dad said turning away to grab his glass of scotch from the side table.

You look at the broken pieces of what was left of the board, it was too blurry to see with the tears accumulating in your eyes. Your father switched on the TV flipping through channels as you collected the remnants on the floor and walked to your room.

Your mother returned home after a few hours. Amidst another argument, you snuck out into the night.

Minho’s broken board’s pieces felt heavy as you walked around with it in a bag.

For unknown reasons, your feet lead you to the skatepark. The gate creaked as you entered the park, soft sobs escaped you now, tears immeasurable.

“Y/n?” a deep voice asked followed by the sound of skate wheels hitting the pavement and stopping. Your eyes meet his brown ones etched in confusion at your tear-stained face.

It was Deja vu that he had found you like this once again. But instead of running away from him this time, you ran towards him.

Felix was stunned momentarily, looking down to see the top of your head shake slightly. Your arms were wrapped around him, wrinkling his top. He soon forced his arms to move, to wrap around your frame, and his cheek pressed against your head. You wanted comfort and it did not matter where it was from.

His sweater muffled your sobs and the heavy bag slipped from your grasp. Felix did not let you go, he did not plan to let go till your breathing returned to normal...

“Shh… I got you.” he softly said, arms tightening.

Felix held you as you cried. The long lamp post light flickered on and off, on and off, on and ... off

.☾ 𝘛𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘶𝘦𝘥 ☾.

a/n: part 2 out now! | 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟐