Taken ▪︎ Chanlix✔️

Heart Palpitations

I like sadistic felix and very in love chan who doesn't shame him for his psychotic ways :)

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"Fe-lIX!?" Chan screeched, a smoking gun in hand as his voice cracked one too many times, voice rising and falling in pitch like that of a prepubescent teenager. "What the fUCK?!" His heart raced, ready to beat out of his chest as his husband simply grinned at him toothily, eyes hidden with how big he was smiling, hands stuffed in his pocket as he stepped over the dead body gracefully. 

"Oops," he giggled sheepishly before continuing to skip through a hoard of men who were at each other's throats, casually and unarmed. 

He's pretty sure the one screaming bloody murder, was Jisung, in what would be considered a female's range, but Chan was preoccupied with trying to control his heart as well as keeping Felix safe (which seemed to be close to fucking impossible with how the blonde attracted all the attention with the way he hummed through the gunshots and hopped over bodies decorating the floor), to help the younger.

The older knocked a bearded man that ran at him to the ground before chasing after the careless syndicate boss, sweat dripping down his neck and blood that wasn't his coating his skin, making him stiff and uncomfortable but it wasn't anything he wasn't already used to.

He grabbed Felix by the elbow, huffing with a glare as he yanked the other around to face him. "What the fuck do you think you're doing? Where's your gun?" Chan questioned urgently between pants whilst still keeping an eye on their surroundings- he didn't need to get them killed mindlessly. 

"I didn't bring it," the younger replied like Chan wasn't less than a millimetre away from having a mental breakdown because of him.

His heart was seriously too weak for this.

"What do you mean you didn't- you know what, never mind," the brunette sighed in disbelief, wincing as he ran a hand through his hair, having to tug his fingers through dried blood clamping locks of hair together. 

Chan would be surprised to still have a beating heart after this. 

Accepting his miserable fate, he dragged them to safety behind a bricked wall, disassembled the gun in his hand, reloaded the magazine with bullets before locking it back in place, muscles working with the hours of training engraved into them, quick and smooth, before holding the weapon out to the latter.

However the freckled blonde only patted his chest with a mischievous smile that, once again, had his heart fluttering (but for different reasons- reasons he didn't mind leaving his poor, poor heart powerless), responding with a head tilt. 

"I don't need it."

Holding in a whimper (Felix will definitely be the death of him. Quite literally), Chan deadpanned angrily, trying to force the blush away from his cheeks and ears when Felix leaned closer to peck his left cheek. "Like Hell you don't. Just take the-"

Before he could finish his sentence, the younger was already hopping back into the pandemonium behind them, fluffy hair bouncing with every step and the older would be lying if he said his lips didn't tug up in the smallest of smiles at the adorable sight, despite the gore surrounding the blonde.

As Felix forced his heart into cardiac arrest, he helplessly scurried to follow after the blonde, praying to every God to give him the damned strength to deal with his stubborn husband.