Taken ▪︎ Chanlix✔️

I Just Got You Back...

Angst :D

Uno when I said I'd never kill off a main character...
LOLLLLL :D

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"Get out! Get out right now! It's gonna blow!"

Seungmin screamed through their earpiece, frantic and desperate.

Felix swore under his breath scanning the building for an escape route all whilst shooting down anyone who ran at him.

Sweat dripped down his forehead and nape, collecting the dust and debris sitting on his damp skin but he ignored how uncomfortable he felt in his own skin and spoiled clothes.

"Fuck Seungmin I need a route-"

"Jump out the window at the end of the corridor, we're passing in the truck- we'll catch you. Hopefully."

Cursing the younger, the mafia boss sprinted, barging past bodies and kicking someone's skull out the way as his arms came up to protect him on impact with the glass.

He landed on his side, his breath escaping his lungs as he collided with the roof of the matte truck, pain searing down his shoulder and up his spine in pulsing waves, eyesight blurred with black spots, tears spilling and his ears ringing. Wheezing and hacking up blood, he turned to lay on his back, and stared at the moving clouds. His left arm was numb- definitely snapped it somewhere. There were shards of glass everywhere, in his skin, in his hair, around him and in the distance, he heard a loud explosion.

Right, the bomb.

It was just another mission, one they've done multiple times before- seizing a building and planting a bomb.

Revenge, if you will.

He wasn't expecting the building to already be packed with armed men.

And this wasn't a mission they could abort.

Rolling over again, grunting and yelling when his body strained to comply, he saw Changbin with his torso sticking out the rolled down window of the truck and reaching out to him. So with his one working, trembling arm, he dragged his body closer to the older, moaning in pain. Still, he forced himself to move, eventually grabbing onto the male's palm and let him pull him into the car, multiple hands clutching onto him to make sure he didn't fall off the moving vehicle.

At this point, the pain was a constant throbbing he had barely adjusted to, but he pushed past it and lifted his head from the passenger he was forced into and counted.

Changbin, Seungmin, Jisung and himself. 

The last four should be in the other van.

"The rest?" He muttered, coughing weakly as he pushed himself to sit up.

"Haven't heard from them- our connection cut for some reason," replied Seungmin, typing away on the tablet resting in his lap, "The last thing I heard was from Jeongin and he said he made it out and was making his way to our rendezvous point. I don't know about Hyunjin, Minho or Chan though."