𓆩𓍢ִ໋ Felix 𓍢ִ໋𓆪

Hyunjin, a ten-year-old boy, used to sneak into the kitchen behind his grandmother's back. He pretended he was just going for a glass of water, but he'd take advantage of any lapse in attention to grab a plate of food and slip out of the house unnoticed. Outside, as always, that blond boy with soft freckles who lived on the streets, surviving on whatever little he could find in the garbage, was waiting for him. Hyunjin would hand him the plate without saying much. "Thank you..." Felix murmured, but his voice was heavy with disappointment and fear. He looked up at Hyunjin, and in his eyes there was something like a silent plea. "But... didn't your grandmother tell you she didn't want you to bring me any more food? She doesn't like me... " His hands trembled slightly as he reached for the plate; he hadn't eaten in two days, and his stomach was churning with hunger. But at the same time, a lump formed in his throat. He felt like he was getting Hyunjin into trouble, and the guilt weighed more heavily than the hunger itself.