|•| Burn, Mafia |•| Stray Kids Mafia |°| Felix x OC x Hyunjin

Some Things Aren't Meant To Be Seen

"Hey, Cherry," my coworker Johnny yelled from across the staff room. "Lock up, will ya?"

"No prob, J, since your lazy ass isn't gonna do it anyway," I muttered back. My reply echoed back to Johnny and he turned around to stare at me as I put my apron up.

"Excuse me, but do I not open and set up every day?"

"Johnny, I live farther from here than you do. I finish at eleven thirty p.m. every fucking day. Do you want me to wake up at three in the morning so I can get up, get ready and get here on time by five?" In response, Johnny rolled his eyes at me.

"Ha, keep rolling your eyes and maybe you'll find a brain back there."

"Smooth, Cherry. Smooth," he replied, unamused.

"It's a side only you can bring out, baby boy." I smiled wryly at him. He winked and started humming an unfamiliar song.

The rhythm of our days was familiar and comfortable. We'd come to work for the sole purpose of blatantly insulting each other for our own sad amusement while trying to make a meagre living out of working a five-to-eleven shift at a cornerstore. Good times.

"I'm out now. See you tomorrow, baby girl," Johnny said, waving at me.

"Alright, baby boy. Laters."

"Laters." Then there was one.

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Johnny was my best friend since we met about five or so years ago in an alley, still fresh out of high school. We both had parents who had wanted us to become medical students, but we refused so they disowned us and kicked us out, and we both were suffering from recent breakups. Apparently, we had both decided to amble into a quiet and clean alley to have a good cry.

He was there first. By the time I walked into the dark space, he was on the verge of having a mental breakdown. I walked up to him and wrapped my arms around his waist.

"Hey. You like you could use a hug." That was the straw that broke the camel's back. He started sobbing uncontrollably, huge, body wracking sobs that made me cry too. He wrapped his arms around me and squeezed like I could leave at any time.

"Recent breakup? Long term? Four years?" He nodded vigorously, tucking his head into the crook of my neck.

"Six," he whispered hoarsely.

"And your parents want you to become a med student, but you said no, and they disowned you and kicked you out of their house, so now you're homeless and near destitute?" He nodded again. I laughed weakly. "Me too, buddy. Me too."

We stayed like that for who knows how long, until his cries subsided to whimpers, until his breathing evened out. I leaned back a bit so I could see his face and wiped his tears with my thumbs.

"You feel like you're not going to break down again for the next two minutes?" He gave me a small smile and nodded. "Great. So now that we've postponed our moping, we need a plan. How much do you have?"

"About two hundred seventy." His voice was still hoarse from all the crying.

"Shit. I got three hundred fifty. Together, that's..."

"Six hundred and twenty. Plus or minus."

"Okay. The most that's gonna do is get us a room for two nights, maybe three, at a trashy motel, then we're broke. So tell you what, my aunt's got this little cabin a little ways from here. She barely uses it. We're gonna crash there until we figure out what to do with our godforsaken lives, alright? Let's go."

Without waiting for an answer, I held his hand and led us out of the alley. "What's your name?" I asked, trying to make polite conversation while simultaneously trying to navigate the city.

"Jonathan Orion."

"So you're a Johnny. Damn, you guys are heartbreakers. I should know." The guy, Johnny smiled and shook his head.

"I seem to be on the receiving end of this particular heartbreak. Sorry to disappoint you, Miss..."

"Cherise Diana Talisman. You can call me Cherry."

"Cherise?"

"My parents are demented."

"Diana?"

"They happen to be royal fetishists, too."

We walked around, to the more residential part of town, away from the fancy apartments and our old lives.

It was a second chance at life.

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I sighed, smiling softly at the short trip down memory lane. Johnny was an absolute ass sometimes, but he was my ass. We got through a lot together.

I was feeling sentimental, so I decided to make myself some tea and have a few cookies from our staff cookie jar. Going home could wait a few more minutes.

When my water had boiled, I put a teabag and three spoons of sugar in my big 'I Refuse to Sink' mug. I added milk and poured the hot water slowly until it reached the top. I was feeling adventurous, so I added a bit of cinnamon into my tea. I took a sip and sighed blissfully. Perfection at its level best.

I walked over to Johnny's side of the room and grabbed a couple of cookies from the jar on the shelf. Absolutely. Delicious.

After my little snack, I grabbed my phone and the store keys and I went out front. I locked the front door and went out of the building through the back door. I locked that door too and pocketed the keys and my phone.

The alley behind the store was looking particularly sketchy tonight but I waved it off. Then I heard a voice.

"P-please, I beg you, I have a daughter and a wife at home, they need me! I'll do whatever you want me to, just please spare my life!"

"You see, James, I don't particularly like liars. I know for a fact that your daughter is dead. Died a year ago from an overdose  because she was doing drugs. Angel dust, crystal meth and heroin, I believe. And your wife suffers from schizophrenic hallucinations, and she's currently in a mental institute. So don't even try. I know more about you than you do." Then I heard the sound of someone choking on thick liquid.

I ducked and glanced around the corner. The back lights of the store were dead, and for once, I was grateful for it. I saw the vague shape of two men, but it was an odd sight. One was standing up with a leisurely stance, and the other was down, crouching and gripping his stomach like he was hurt.

The standing figure then leaned down and pulled something out of his pocket. A gun. He put the gun to the crouching man's forehead. And pulled the trigger.

The man slumped down lifelessly, and I let out a small gasp. The standing man's head whipped around and his gaze fell on me. He muttered a curse and another guy stalked up and spotted me too. They shared a look and started after me.

I did the only thing I could do.

I ran like my life depended on it.

Which, quite frankly, it did.

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Hahahahaha! Welcome yet again to another story, 'Burn, Mafia'.

I love Stray Kids, and I love Felix and Hyunjin, and I love baddie OC's so...yeah.

See, the thing is that we can't have a chapter with no song, so we're going to vibe to 'Mafia in the Morning'. I know you know what I'm talking about, so yeah, we're going to get into the mood, even if you're not an ITZY stan😁

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