Broken (MinSung 18+)

Backstory: Felix

CW: Very brief  mention of past sexual assault- no details whatsoever, mentions of violence

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It was good. Good that Sky got out. Good that he read that stupid letter and knew what was coming. For the life of him, he wished he didn't feel so terrible about getting Sky caught up in everything with Mr. Shik. He wished he had seen what was coming- but he didn't know. His task was to find out who this mysterious hacker was, get him to prove his skills by draining the offshore account and sending it to Felix- who would then send it right back to Shik. 

He should have ran with the money. 

He shouldn't have given Sky's information to Shik. 

He should have known it'd end up in flames and smoke bombs and unconscious guards and losing the only semblance of a friend he'd had in years. 

He should have known. 

Felix could have turned the letter into Shik. Could've just not sent it out. But Sky didn't deserve to be there- that was Felix's fault. Everything that happened around him was. That wasn't pity, just the awful truth.

He had a first floor room. Shik never once thought he'd run because- why would he? There was money and sex and a free room, very little work to do. He just had to walk around, cover his freckles, follow orders, and be pretty. Easy. 

Now he had a find a new creepy, old asshole that wanted to take his lifelong internal homophobic frustrations out on a new twink.

He had slipped out of his first-floor window and snuck into the treeline, slowly making his way towards the side of the mansion, where he could he see the front. As expected, a white van sat parked down the street- one he'd never seen. No license plates, no logo or car wrap, tinted windows. 

He thought they'd go through the side, make their way to the back. He thought more vans would pull up, and there'd be an innumerable flurry of men in black suits or something- like he'd seen in dramas.

But, no. There were two of them. Just two, in normal jeans and t-shirts, hauling nothing but belts with attachments all over- like they were Batman. Or... handymen. One was lankier, but confident. One was a little more muscular- obviously followed orders instead of giving them. But he was... pretty. They were both pretty, but the muscular one- he was pretty.

Felix almost found it sad that the man would likely be dead in minutes. There was no way that two men dressed like blue collar workers could get through all of those guards, save Sky, and make it out.

Yet, less than ten minutes after they'd quite literally walked through the front door, they were carrying out Shik, unconscious. Sky was behind them, carrying his PC tower. Felix moved just a little closer, trying to pick up anything he could. 

"Do you drive?" The pretty one asked Sky.

"Do I look like I drive?" Typical Sky answer.

"We're fine without a designated driver. You and I drive just fine. We can make do." The confident one said, stuffing Shik's body into the back of the van. 

"I need to go back and get my monitors and keyboard." Sky said, stepping forward. The leader of their little group held his hand out to stop the younger's movement, and mumbled a small "I'll get them," that made Felix realize he was probably a little too close since he could pick it up.

"What made you reach out to us?" The pretty one asked. "You only know us from that one encounter. We spoke for maybe five minutes before we set you free from those thugs and you ran off."