Taken ▪︎ Chanlix✔️

Worship You

idk wtf this is im so fucking ill and i wish someone would do this for me but id also beat the shit out of anyone that comes anywhere near me so... </3

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Chan wasn't lying when he told Felix he'd get him his cake.

He just had other things on his to-do list.

By the time he was done, he was panting heavily, knuckles red and swollen, preparing to bruise for weeks as a reminder of his merciless treatment.

Wiping beads of sweat that dripped down his hairline with the back of his palms, Chan smirked, satisfied with the sight of the three barely breathing bodies in front of him. He let his bleeding hands meet broken bones one last time, blood splattering across him like an artist with a paintbrush, before striding away, the basement door slamming behind him.

Jisung stood waiting for him, leant against the wall, a leg perched up and an arm stretched out, his shirt hanging off two fingers and with a Cheshire cat smile aimed at him.

"You sure look like you had fun, Chris."

The older chuckled lowly as the two made their way back up, Jisung pointing towards the bathroom.

"You can clean up there. Minho got the cake and left it at the front. Make your own way out- me and Min-"

"Yeah I don't need to know, but thanks for letting me use the basement."

"Eh thank Min, not me it's his place. Oh, and make sure boss feels better yeah?"

Chan only nodded, conscious of time as he entered the bathroom and stared at his reflection in the mirror above the sink.

There was a lot to clean.

Stealing a washcloth from a random cabinet, he held it under a running tap, instantly regretting not using warm water as goosebumps covered his skin. Still, he continued hastily, worried Felix would wake up without him.

He scrubbed his skin raw and inspected every inch and internally wailed over his spoiled trousers but was glad they were black and the crimson was hardly noticeable.

Throwing the cloth in the bin under the sink, Chan jogged out, grabbing his keys and the plastic bag at the front, checked his phone for any calls or messages and ignored everything that wasn't under 'Lix🥺🥵💞🧚‍♂️😽💫💍'.

(The overuse of emojis was his husband's personal touch- something about 'Lix' being too boring).

Relieved to not find anything from Felix, Chan ran to his car and sped home to his Mafia husband.

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The door creaked open slowly, letting him peek around the ajar door to the heartening sight of Felix wrapped in a blanket like a burrito and knocked out, soft snores leaving his slightly parted lips.

Quite frankly, Chan was ready to do the same, the pain in his fists kicking in gradually and his muscles aching.

But he also couldn't let Felix sleep on an empty stomach.

Returning with a reheated bowl of soup and a hefty slice of cake on a tray, the older placed it on the side before crawling across their bed and sitting closer to the silver head.

He caressed the exposed skin of the younger's calves and ankle with a tender touch, slowly coaxing the younger from sleep, his eyes fluttering and looking around in confusion before landing on Chris.

The brunette offered Felix a warm smile and was glad to receive one in return, hinting at the younger already feeling better (even just slightly).

"You need to eat doll."

The younger hummed in agreement, his arms bursting through his blanket bubble to pat his stomach sleepily (Chan had to suppress a squeal at the sight) before attempting to sit up.

And unable to contain himself, the older practically carried Felix into a seated position, making him lean against the headrest, and ignored the younger's wide eyes at being manhandled so suddenly.

Once he was settled, Chan placed the bowl n Felix's lap but didn't get a single reaction from him, but an empty stare and pouty lips.

"What? Is there something wrong with the soup? I made it exactly how you like-"

"Feed me."

Rolling his eyes fondly, the brunette shuffled as close as possible before taking the bowl and duteously fed him a spoon at a time, making sure to blow on the scalding broth, eyebrows furrowing in concentration as he carried the spoon to Felix's parted lips, waiting patiently for him to chew and swallow, already prepared with the next spoonful.

By the time the bowl emptied, the silver head was leaning forward, cheek pressed against the older's arm and eyes fluttering in a sleepy trance.

Trying his hardest to not move his occupied arm that was now being used as a pillow, he replaced the bowl with the dessert, cracking up when Felix instantly perked up, glittering eyes rushing from Chan and back to the colourful cake eagerly, all but vibrating under their fluffy blanket, hair a nest, skin pale, freckles faint but still so gorgeous.

Using a fork this time, the older dug into the sweet treat, unable to hide his grin when the younger lost his delight promptly after having to watch Chan take the first bite.

What Chan wasn't expecting, however, was for Felix to aggressively squish his cheeks with his palms whilst leaning up to then aggressively shove his tongue past his very own pinched lips to aggressively steal the now moist treat, retreating whilst muttering profanities under his breath, his words even more so aggressive than his actions.

Never again then.

Letting the younger snatch the plate and fork from him, Chan stripped down to his boxers, deciding to lay down, and pulled the blanket away from his husband's lithe body before resting his head on Felix's uninjured thigh, hugging the other one close to him, fingers tracing the edges of the bandage Minho had wrapped skillfully. His head tilted up to watch him wiggle as he merrily wolfed up the sugary concoction without a care in the world.

And when that too finished, Chan gazed fondly as Felix straightened his back to let a gratified, old man burp to escape- one that would make immature teenagers giggle or scowl in disgust.

Giggling, he rolled away to rest on his front, arms crossed for his head to rest on as the younger shuffled down to cuddle up to him, throwing every possible inch of himself on top of the older and melting once they both were comfortable.

Unwilling to move or speak, the two focused on each other, making up for the horrible day they spent apart.

Until the younger's sight fell on Chan's swelling knuckles by his head, a frown pulling at his lips.

Yet he didn't question how, when or why but only if the brunette had at least cleaned the wounds.

"Hm," Chan nodded, glad he didn't pry- not that he would have hidden the truth. It was just something Felix did not need to fret over. "Don't worry about me baby," he pecked the closest patch of skin which happened to be the younger's nose, "I'm perfectly fine."

"Fine," Felix huffed as he hid in Chan's neck, "but only for today. Don't get your hopes up though," his voice slurred and deepened into a soft whisper as he dozed off, "I'm still gonna beat your ass for hurting yourself."

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