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"Speak Korean."
A phrase that had become common in Felix's vocabulary.
That phrase was then extended as he learned.
"Speak Korean, You should be able to do something other than dance."
That phrase hurt, he never got complimented on his singing and because of his lower voice he had been switched to rap. Every trainee in his group knew that.
The more he learned, the more he wanted to forget.
"Does he have a skin condition?"
A jab at his freckles.
"What is he saying?"
Another comment about his accent effecting his tone.
"Why is he even Here?"
All of it just reasons why he should leave. Sure, there were other foreigners, but they were all older than him and most were past the level he was at.
He thought back to his first evaluation. The first person he locked eyes with was a rapper who had dark hair and wore all black. He greeted him with his still broken speech.
The smile that spread across his face as the other trainee greeted him in broken English was so wide he thought he looked the the Cheshire cat.
His name was Seo Changbin, he learned, and his rapping isn't a joke. Even If he did get destroyed by Jisung in a rap battle.
Jisung was Felix's best friend. Everyone made the Joke that they were long lost twins because of the 2 hour difference between their birthdays.
Jisung always helped him with his Korean, but he wasn't always with him.
When he was alone the other trainees would trip him during dance practice.
"Accidentally" elbow him several times while learning a routine.
That all changed when he finally talked to Chan.
Hearing the familiar accent of his hometown come from the mouth of someone else made him do happy. When he responded in an unashamed, thick aussie accent, the two immediately connected. They talked about all of their experiences from different parts of the city.
Another thing he learned was not to make Chris angry.
Felix always knew that people with a lot of patience were scary, and Chan had a seemingly never ending amount.
He was being scolded by one of his hyungs and things got...a little violent.
With some words that have left his memory since then, a loud smack echoed throughout the room, a red hand print forming over Felix's face. The other aussie was not happy about that.
Storming into the room Chan scolded the trainees, talking too fast for Felix to understand. when the ohers had been scared off the older looked at him and offered him a hand up.
For the first time since he got here he finally heard the phrase.
"It's okay that you don't know korean, I'll help you."