Taken ▪︎ Chanlix✔️

Husband and Husband

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Dinner was totally perfect.

Both Felix and Chan had dressed up to fit the occasion, both in matching black shirts and slacks, except Felix had his usual red overcoat whilst the older stuck to his go-to, all black fit and went with a black blazer.

Felix chose the place to dine, deciding his father's favourite would be the best decision- a rooftop restaurant that had the best wine according to the redhead.

However, Felix should have remembered to stay under the radar after literally killing Beomsoo, but with the whole seeing Chan again and the deal with his father, he forgot such a major detail.

It had been quite a few minutes in, Chris and Felix's father, Iseul, getting along pretty well (surprisingly), whilst digging into their food, only for the younger to freeze when he saw a red dot moving around on his calves.

Felix instantly regretted renting out the entire roof.

Neither Chan, nor Iseul noticed, so Felix had to act quick, without making it obvious that he was being targeted.

He cleared his throat aggressively, coughing into his fist in exaggeration, and called the waiter over, two pairs of eyes watched him in confusion.

But as he ordered a drink, he made eye contact with his father, "can I get a red wine please?"

Code Red.

They had to get out. Now.

But just as his father's eyes widened, Felix felt a cold tip of a knife digging into his neck, but not deep enough to draw blood.

Unmoved by the weapon, Felix sighed, already done with his day.

So it'll be the hard way out.

"You worked for Beomsoo I'm guessing?"

The waiter only dug the knife deeper into his already bruised neck. "You move an inch, and you'll be shot dead the next second."

Felix scoffed, watching his father continue to finish off his steak as though his son wasn't being threatened right in front of him.

"Anytime now would be nice father."

"Right. Yes, of course. Just let me-" he stuffed the last piece of meat into his mouth, wiping his lips with a napkin and downed his drink. "Chan, you said you can fight right?"

"Yeah."

Felix couldn't see Chan from how he was sitting, having to keep his head straight unless he wanted to have his throat slit open. But his voice sounded edged with worry.

He should probably let the older know that these scenarios were normal for him.

But that can wait till later.

"Well then. First code of conduct- get yourself and Felix out of these situations, alive."

Numerous gun shots, a flipped table, and a few dead bodies later, the three of them found themselves running for their lives to get to their car.