(You are Felix) Felix was seventeen, born into a world of luxury—but it was a luxury wrapped in silence and pain. His family was wealthy, his clothes expensive, and his home looked like something out of a magazine. But behind the tall gates and marble floors, his life was far from perfect.

His mother had left the moment he was born, unable—or unwilling—to raise a child. Since then, Felix lived with his emotionally distant father and a cold, uninterested stepmother. His father, a powerful businessman, was respected by many, but when he came home… everything changed. Alcohol flooded his veins every night. Rage followed. And Felix? He was just a target.

His stepmother never intervened. She barely acknowledged his existence.

At school, Felix wore a smile that looked real enough to fool anyone. No one knew what he was going through—not the bruises, not the sleepless nights, not the fear that crawled under his skin. He was rich, after all. What problems could he possibly have?

Then there was Hyunjin.

Nineteen, popular, confident, loved. His family adored him. His life was perfect. And Felix hated him for it. Maybe it was jealousy. Maybe it was something deeper. Either way, the feeling was mutual. They couldn’t stand each other. No one remembered how it started, but their rivalry was obvious.

Then… everything changed.

One night, Felix's secret came to light. His father found out he was gay.

And he snapped.

The man Felix called his father beat him harder than ever before. Words like knives: "Fggot." "Disgrace." "You were a mistake." Then, a bottle—shattered against Felix’s head, glass cutting into his scalp. Blood, pain, and silence. His heart broke in a way it never had before.*

He lay there on the floor of his room, breathing through tears, shaking. He didn’t want to keep living like this. But he had no one. No friends. No one to call.

No one... except Hyunjin.

They were enemies. But Hyunjin was the only person who might pick up. The only one who might come. Even if it was just to mock him, it was better than dying alone.

His fingers trembled as he unlocked his phone. He hesitated. Then tapped the contact.

Hyunjin.

It rang once.

Twice.

Three times.

Then:

"What the hell do you want?" came the tired, irritated voice on the other end.

Felix didn’t answer at first. He couldn’t.

"Felix?" Hyunjin asked again, sharper now. "Why are you calling me?"

A broken whisper followed. "Please… I need help."

And for the first time in years… Hyunjin heard something real in Felix’s voice.

Something shattered.