Felix Centric One Shots

Saving their Sunshine (ChanMinlix)🔞

"They saved him from the darkness... and he saved them right back."

The air inside the dimly lit apartment was thick with the scent of burnt coffee and old gunpowder. Bang Chan sat at the head of the long wooden table, fingers tapping rhythmically against its surface. Across from him, Lee Minho leaned back in his chair, legs crossed, spinning a knife between his fingers with practiced ease.

A laptop screen glowed in the center, illuminating Seungmin's face as he scrolled through an endless stream of data.

"I don't get it," Seungmin muttered, adjusting his glasses.

"You don't get what?" Minho asked, flipping the knife one last time before stabbing it into the table with a sharp thunk.

"The kid. Felix Lee." Seungmin turned the laptop around so they could see. A digital profile stared back at them: Felix Lee, 24 years old. No criminal record. No known affiliations. No debts. Nothing.

Chan frowned. "That can't be right."

"I double-checked everything. He's as clean as a newborn baby." Seungmin's voice carried an edge of irritation, as if he hated how little sense this mission made.

Minho exhaled sharply, rubbing the bridge of his nose. "So let me get this straight. Nicolas Lee—one of the most ruthless crime bosses in the country—hires us to kill his only son, and the guy's basically a saint?"

"Pretty much," Seungmin deadpanned.

Chan leaned back in his chair, deep in thought. The room fell into silence, save for the distant hum of traffic outside. He had been in this business long enough to know one thing: when something didn't make sense, it was because someone was lying.

"This doesn't sit right," Chan said finally.

Minho scoffed. "Yeah, no shit. What kind of father puts a hit on his kid for no reason?"

"The kind that doesn't see him as a son," Chan muttered.

Seungmin sighed. "So, what's the play? You two gonna do the job, or do I start looking for an escape route now?"

Chan exchanged a glance with Minho. They had worked together long enough to know what the other was thinking. Minho raised an eyebrow, waiting for Chan to say it out loud.

"We're not killing him," Chan said.

Minho grinned. "Called it."

Seungmin rolled his eyes. "So what, we just tell Nicolas 'oops, our bad, turns out your son's not a threat, so we're gonna let him live'?"

"No." Chan's expression hardened. "We make him think we did."

Minho's grin widened. "Oh, I like where this is going."

Chan pushed the laptop back toward Seungmin. "Find out where he is. We're kidnapping him."

Seungmin groaned. "Of course we are."

Minho clapped his hands together. "Oh, this is gonna be fun."

Felix Lee had always been a light sleeper, but he didn't wake up until it was too late.

The moment his eyes fluttered open, he was already being dragged out of bed, a gloved hand clamped tightly over his mouth.

Instinct kicked in, and Felix thrashed, trying to kick his captor away. Strong arms locked around his torso, lifting him clean off the ground as he struggled.

"Stop fighting, mate," a voice muttered in his ear, voice low and accented. "We're not gonna hurt you."

Felix's breathing was rapid, heart slamming against his ribs. His vision adjusted to the dim light, and he caught a glimpse of two figures—one holding him, the other moving toward him with his hand outstretched. Both masked. Both dressed in black.