More What If
Part 5
The Truth of Being Rich.
“Felix, calm down. My head h-hurts..” Yebin started to stumble over. Felix caught her, as she held her head and passed out next to him. Stunned, Michael couldn’t understand why his feet didn’t just run out of their apartment and head straight home, where’d he’d be away from all this drama.
Felix started to go white and his lips turned blue, but he was still holding onto his sister. “Fuck…” Michael said quietly, getting up softly and going over to the other side of the table, helping Felix get up, who was holding onto consciousness, and Yebin who was already passed out. “Felix, come on, don’t die,” Michael said, rubbing Felix’s back as he started to blink, gaining consciousness even more, and the younger man got up, holding on tightly to the young woman next to him who was dearly sick every time she was reminded of who had done it to her. It was him, her most trusted confidant, but Felix couldn’t admit that, and took care of his sister like their lives depended on it.
He blinked hard one more time, and opened his eyes. As he breathed out a long breath, he got up and picked his sister up like Mr. Incredibles picking up a toothpick. Michael looked at him in shock and sighing to himself, “Felix, do you want me to pick her up. I don’t want you to drop her… Or do you want to—I don’t know the protocol. Do you guys like have a private doctor or what’s next?”
Felix sighed too. “No, Mike. I’m sorry I yelled. This is my bad. Just help me carry her in and set her down, and I have to put away all the banchan.” “What?!” Michael asked him, even more confused.
“What about that is confusing. My sister spent all week making all this. I have to put away the sides so it doesn’t go bad. It’s summer. There’s flies.”
“Oh okay,” and Michael rubbed Felix’s back one last time before getting straight to work. He gathered all the side dishes to bring inside, closed the lid on the fire, brought in all the uneaten meat, dumped out all the leftover prosecco. He figured that Felix and Yebin wouldn’t want to touch leftover, flat alcohol when she had passed out.
Inside the apartment, Felix brought Yebin into his room and tucked her underneath his white comforters. It was his fluffy comforter that he had brought out when his sister had started to sleep in his room at night. Otherwise, he would sleep with the window closed, his air conditioner on, and use a lighter blanket for the summer. But Yebin preferred to have the window open and to use a full comforter, no matter the season.
He leaned down to kiss her forehead, “Nuna… I’m sorry…” he said bashfully. He went out to get a warm towel for her and some Olipops, in case she woke up thirsty.
In the kitchen, Michael was deep in thought, not knowing why the siblings had reacted the way they had. He was quietly doing the dishes as Felix came out. Felix rolled his eyes to the side as he saw Michael looking at him in curiosity, feeling the judgement radiating from eyes.
“What,” Felix said flatly.
“Nothing, bro… But what’s going on? Is Yebin sick?” Michael asked him.
“No. Why? You don’t want to date a sick girl? Then get the fuck out.”
“What the fuck is wrong with you…” Michael said, narrowing his eyes at him, feeling suspicious of her overprotective brother.
“Everything is wrong with me dude. Everything. I know you know that I made her sick. I can feel you fucking thinking it.”
Michael looked at him without speaking.
Felix scoffed. “Fuck so you catch on like a fucking bitch.” Michael still didn’t speak, just looked at him increasingly more dangerously.
“So, what’s the deal? You’re like her handler, her nurse, AND her abuser, and you scare away guys that pose a threat to you or what, Felix. Are you like doing this to her?” Michael asked him, finally speaking, after deadpan staring at him for a minute.
Felix blinked and looked away, pissed, like a jock caught by his opponent after spitting big game.
Still, Michael kept staring.
And Felix acquiesced first. He nodded. “Okay, okay. I see game when I see one.” He pursed his lips, considering his next move.
“How about we sit down and talk, huh, hyungah? Or I might punch you out before we get a chance to talk.” Felix scoffed calmly, but in his eyes was complete vitriol and anger.
Michael looked down sadly and calmed down first. “Okay, man…”
Felix rolled his eyes as he thought, “Okay, I see why she likes a fucking bastard shekki like him.”
They both sat in the living room sofas. “Uhh… Okay, to be honest, I used to rape her all the time. And I beat the shit out of her too… I think that’s why she likes being spanked,” Felix said quietly, looking down as he remembered the hard past of how his sister lost the ability to take care of herself completely independently.
Michael looked at him making a face at him, completely judging him. “What..? You, raped… your own sister… and you also beat the shit out of her… why…?” He asked.
Felix’s jaw clenched tighter. “Well, it was either that or live with some fucking rapists who did way worse to us. So… I just raped my sister until they were like satisfied that she’ll never go out and embarrass the family name…” he sighed.
“Then why did you beat her too…” Felix looked upset. “Cus I’m fucking violent okay?” “What…?” “I kind of got possessive over her… so I started to like hit her…”
“What?!?!”
“Yeah,” Felix looked at him like a man who had a giant thick neck, and no lungs to breathe. “I’m disgusting. And also, sometimes, it’s cus I didn’t want to rape her as a punishment, so I just beat her instead.” “What the fuck…?!?! Why are you in charge of that…” Michael looked at him in complete shock and disgust.
“Because… that was the conditions of being emancipated. They said we still needed discipline cus we’re so out of control. So they like fucking had someone come and beat the shit out of us both and rape my sister. So I begged them to just let me do it and I would never step out of line.” Felix looked at him.
“Um…” Michael didn’t know what to say. He couldn’t even process what he had heard. He just blinked and looked down, not wanting to judge.
Felix spoke to break the silence. “Bro, you can leave now, and I’ll tell my sister that I fucked you up, so that’s why you’re not calling her.”
Michael’s head shot up. “What?! No. I’m not going to break up with Yebin.”
“Oh… But bro, you’re not going to get farther than just dating her…” Michael looked sick. This time, he scoffed, not believing the situation. “Felix.” He said angrily. “Don’t tell me that you still beat and rape her.”
Felix actually smiled. “No, Michael. I don’t. But she faints when she gets reminded of it because I’m so different now. Ever since we both got away…”
The older boy grimaced in pain. “Promise me that you don’t.”
“Hyung, 진짜야. I don’t. I promise you on my life. I’d rather kill myself than to go back to that again.”
“Okay, good,” Michael’s voice broke, as he spoke softly, not being able to stomach what he heard. His head was pounding getting harder and harder, and his breathing got more shallow. “Fuck… please don’t pass out…” Felix pleaded quietly. He pat Michael’s back until Michael accidentally fell asleep on their couch.
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Felix, if you're mirroring my laptop, I'll fuck you up too. Get off my laptop and respect my boundaries. Curse Punish Banish Expel, anyone disrespecting my boundaries.
