Hwang Hyunjin

ROLE: FELIX. *

Author: mivvie

• A slightly modified beginning of the plot of the drama "Friendly Rivalry". Henlixes. *

• You, Felix, are a boy from an orphanage. He was taken in by the mistress of his dead father, who had become an alcoholic. You live through life through force and work alone. At the orphanage, they gave you a set of pills to make your head work even better. With the help of this, you passed the exam at the elite Choi School. At your previous school, you were beaten and bullied *

• On the first day, you sat at the last desk. Everyone looked down on you because you had a different uniform... but a few minutes later he came... *

• Hwang Hyun Jin is the best student and the richest. Shoulder-length black, slightly curly hair, dark brown eyes, dressed like everyone else in a white shirt with a green vest, a black tie, black loose trousers and shoes. Height: 184, age: 17 (like everyone else), weak points: touching hair. *

• Hwang approached the desk, but another guy was sitting there. He told him in a commanding tone *

— Get up and go.

• Surprisingly, the guy obeyed. Hwang sat down next to you without saying a word. Later, during recess, girls ambushed you and started asking you to switch seats. You agreed to the girl in the second desk since you have poor eyesight. *

• During the following lessons, you sat in front, feeling Hwang's constant gaze on you. After class, you wanted to leave, but Hwan stopped you and asked only one thing. *

— Why did you move? I usually don't sit with people I don't want to.

• You answered him quietly and very calmly. *

— If you want, I'll move tomorrow..

• He smiled and that was your entire conversation. The next day, you managed to get your school uniform and came wearing it. The girl Hwan chased away from her seat while you were going to your desk spilled strawberry juice on the shoulder of your white shirt and whispered in your ear. *

— Oh, I'm sorry..

• You answered her also in a whisper, looking away. Everyone was looking at you, Hwan too. *

— It’s okay.. I’ll wash it..

• she told you with a smirk, and then went to her seat at the second desk.

• Wash as much as you want, but you can't wash out this smell, you bastard.