#woojin jeongin minho seungmin chanbin and hyunjin are barely there tbh
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bleh i wrote this at 11 pm so sorry
The gun going off had surprised them, the fact it’d hit Woojin had shocked them. But the way that Chan had found himself isolated, a arm twisted behind his back and cold metal at his head, just terrified them.
“Stay still, or I’ll shoot.” Woojin’s teeth gritted, as he shifted to try see, only to be held still by Minho, his eyes wide as he stared at Chan and his captor.
The young man’s once platinum hair now lay, styled in a coppery gold colour, as he stood, gun to Chan’s head. Chan swallowed, his eyes flickering between his members.
Hyunjin’s weapon was half way out of his holster, Seungmin barely managing to hold the man’s arm still. Where as Jisung looked liked he’d seen a ghost, hand already reaching for Changbin, clearly shaking as he gaped.
A shaky breath from behind Hyunjin, alerted him to Minho, pressing a cloth into the wound on Woojin’s arm as they watched.
“I’ll repeat, stay still or I’ll follow my orders for once. It won’t be pretty, I can promise you that.” That deep voice, that’d once been laughing as Jisung chased him, the one that still haunted his dreams.
“Hyung?” A voice pulled Chan’s attention over, Jeongin, crouching by himself. His voice wobbly and terrified he continued.
“Felix Hyung? I-is that you?” The gun pressed harder against his temple, shaking slightly, “Hyung, we missed you.”
He could feel the hand twisting his arm behind his back in a painful position shaking clearly now.
“Don’t...” Felix started, his voice soft, weak.
“Felix, what are you doing?” Another voice, softer. Pain filled. Felix’s eyes flashed to Jisung’s, then to where he was clutching onto Changbin for support. and back to the eyes that seemed to bore into him.
“Felix, that’s Chan you’re threatening. That’s one of your brothers. You’re hurting him. What are you doing?” Jisung’s shock had faded, as he took a slight step forwards, towards the pair of Australians.
There was a moment of hesitation, before Chan was pushed into Jisung, as Felix scrambled back, the gun in his hands dropping to the ground. The was fear clear on his face, something clearly running through his mind as he clutched his head tightly.
Jisung took another step, around Chan.
“S-stop! Don’t get, Don’t get closer. Please.” He was maybe three steps out of the elder’s arm reach, sinking to the ground to clutch at his head and shiver.
Another step, and Felix whimpered out a please in English. Jisung smiled mournfully, crouching and hesitantly extending his hand to the other boy.
“Fe, let’s go home, yea? We all missed you.” His voice was stronger now as he waited for Felix to reach out for him. To show he still needed them, as much as they needed him.
A minute passed, then another 30 seconds, where Chan held the rest of the boys back as Jisung crouched in front of Felix. Hyunjin hesitantly released his weapon, and Jeongin slowly rose.
He shouldn’t be here, Chan thought, glancing back at the boy. He doesn’t need to see this.
Another 30 seconds passed, before Felix slowly reached out, reaching for Jisung’s hand, before he grabbed it. Jisung pulled him in for a hug, standing slowly and wrapping his arms around the other.
“Welcome back, Felix.”
#stray kids#fan fiction#i guess it's angst?#felix is kinda brain washed#i started off thinking of my other fan fic im writing#and it became this#lets be honest they go back and cuddle and watch a movie#felix really needs a hug#woojin jeongin minho seungmin chanbin and hyunjin are barely there tbh#their all thier#but#chan jisung and felix are mostly there#sorry
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