Taken ▪︎ Chanlix✔️

A Bad Day

It was bound to happen eventually- he is A Mafia Boss after all.
Some slight barely there gore and talking about death so don't read if this will trigger you.
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Felix was having a shitty day.

Now the silverhead has had his fair share of terrible days but this one takes the cake.

He'd go as far as saying today was worse than that one time he was kidnapped as a teenager and kept hostage until his father was able to rescue him eleven days later.

Let's start from the beginning.

Felix woke up to one lengthy paragraph text message from Chan, informing him about his father recruiting him for some help with a 'job' and multiple 'I love you's' and a very discreet 'I'll make up for it later'.

Truthfully Felix was fine with it- the job was simple amd easy work and his father had already told him about wanting Chan to help so no surprise there. Except the mafia boss forgot and nearly went batshit crazy when he opened his eyes to a plain wall instead of the older's warm eyes.

But he went on with his day- a terrible morning but of course that could turn around right? There was nothing else that could make today worse than it was already.

Wrong.

When Felix arrived at his company, late, he was bombarded with so much work he was ready to ball up and cry right where he was standing, uncaring of the random workers that would eye him.

He didn't even have breakfast or his daily morning caffeine intake in the form of sweet tea.

He should probably switch it out for a shot of vodka at this rate.

But, controlling and saving himself the embarrassment, he hurried to his office, listening to Seungmin babble ceaselessly.

And before he got to work, he made sure to plug in his phone because of course he'd forget to charge it today of all days.

It didn't help that today was that day.

His father may have forgotten it ever happened, and Chris doesn't even know it was today but he wished atleast one of them was around for comfort.

And maybe he was stupid to want to just stay under his blankets and hide till this day passed so that he wouldn't have to think about how his own mother dug the barrel of a gun into his temple or how he had begged amd sobbed and screamed for his mother to stop as his father aimed his own pistol at his mother. Or how his own mother's blood stained him as she dropped dead behind him or how he couldn't bring himself to attend her funeral or how he still loved his mother that tried to kill him for money.

The same woman who smelt like purple hyacinths and made him pancakes every morning.

So yes, Felix was having a fucking shitty day.

By the time lunch came around, the younger was on the verge of disintegrating from hunger so without a second thought he left the building to buy some food, with a blank face.

But of course the world wouldn't take pity on the silverhead because as soon as he found a cozy café to grab a bite, taking a seat in the furthest booth after ordering, away from civilisation, he realised that this was not the best place to eat.