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

Was Meant To Be Captured, Anyway

I ran all the way to my apartment, frequently checking back to see how far behind the guys were. I knew they were following me, and every time I looked back, it looked like they were getting closer.

When I got there, I opened and closed the door, making it seem like I went inside my apartment. I quickly hid behind a large plastic bin that was thankfully empty. Just in time, too.

The two men following me silently crept up to my door and knocked quietly.

"We know you're in there. Just open the door and we'll talk. We don't want to hurt you," the dark haired one said, pulling a gun out from his jacket. I scoffed silently. Did these guys think I was a fucking fool? I didn't have a death wish.

"Open the door," the dark haired one muttered to the blonde guy. The blondie nodded and slowly pulled the handle down. They managed to open the creaky door without a sound, and they crept into my house. I took the chance to move away from the plastic bin, moving towards the hallway that would lead me out of the back exit of my small complex.

Unfortunately, I stumbled on a stray Coke can, which grabbed the attention of the guys. I took off again, running like hell.
When I got outside, I was conflicted. Where would I run? They knew where I lived now, so that was a no-go. Would Johnny understand? Or would he kick me out if I went to him? Sometimes there was no telling what a person would do under scary circumstances.

My indecision was my downfall.

"Put your hands up, ma'am. Or I will shoot." Shit.

I had no choice. I slowly put my hands up and turned around to face the apartment complex entrance.

The dark haired man was pointing a gun at me. A rather large one, if I may add. The blondie was leaning against the wall, cocking his head curiously.

"Very good. Now walk towards me. Slowly." I obeyed until I stood just in front of the brunette. He held the gun to my neck, tilting my head up with the barrel of strong, cold, deadly metal.

I leaned forward slightly, and the man stared at me with a strong, unrelenting stare.

"Any last words?" he asked.

"Kiss my ass, motherfucker." I brought my leg up and kneed the guy in the thigh, dangerously close to...you know where. He doubled over in pain and I grabbed his gun and took off in a random direction. I heard a pair of footsteps following me, and I sprinted even faster, my lungs burning from a lack of oxygen. Couldn't these guys just give up and leave me the fuck alone?!

I ran into a random wide alley, exhaled, inhaled deeply and held my breath. The footsteps slowed down, then disappeared completely. I waited, and waited, and waited. I heard nothing, saw nothing. I didn't feel in the clear just yet, but I decided to move around so that it would be harder for the guy, most likely the blonde haired one, to find me.

I stood up carefully and quietly, then made my way to the open end of the alley. Then I froze when I heard the sound of a gun clicking.

"Nice try, lady." I spun round and pointed the gun in my hand at the guy. As suspected, it was the blondie. He had a slightly prominent accent. Australian, maybe? But good lord, the man was an Adonis. He was absolutely gorgeous. I lost my head for a second. "Put the gun down, and I won't hurt you."

"Lead by example, buster. I'm not that stupid."

The blondie put the gun to the side of his head, and I found myself doing the same. He tossed the gun to the ground and kicked it a bit behind him, and I followed suit, making sure the gun didn't slide onto the sidewalk or into the street. He went into a fighting stance, and I copied, but it didn't feel nearly as good as the guy's looked. He might as well have been a taekwondo star or something.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" he asked, a faint smirk on his face.

"Let's dance, baby." We circled each other for a bit, then he lunged at me. He threw a punch at me and I ducked, also dodging a swipe at my legs in the same movement. He threw more punches and I dodged them neatly. Never had I been so grateful that I took a specifically defence-based class around three years ago with Johnny.

We learnt a lot together in that class, with a mad teacher who had a legion of Chihuahuas and another of lap dogs but was nonetheless an excellent teacher. It was also the first time I saw Johnny shirtless. I hadn't known he was hiding a smooth ice tray under his shirts. I mean, I always knew he was built, especially when he wore tight tees, but damn... I was constantly distracted, because he was always shirtless during our Thursday sessions, and I always lost because I was thinking about his sweet, sweet abs...

And I also lost the fight with blondie because I was thinking about the same thing. My tense muscles slowly went slack as I reminisced about Johhny and his abdominal muscles, and blondie got a chance to send a punch to my face.

Surprisingly, it didn't hurt, but it did sting a bit. Then I felt dizzy and unstable. Then I was surrounded by a hazy greyness.

I vaguely felt my body fall to the ground, in a way that felt like my senses were wrapped in thick gauze. Someone picked me up and started moving. I felt myself being put down onto something soft...a car seat? Then we were moving again. And I slipped into a sea of silence.

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