Pairing: SKZ & Felix
Genre: Idol AU
!!TW!! : hostage situation, guns, threats, violence, blood, minor injuries, major injuries, violence, fighting, strangulation, non-con touching (not graphic), attempted rape (not-graphic)
(requested by @Alli)
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'POW' 'POW' 'POW'
It was supposed to be a fun outing with everyone, one without the pressure of being idols since they were going incognito.
They'd spent weeks saving up in order to afford a table for eight at one of the most expensive restaurants in Seoul, and numerous of their managers and other staff members had given them some money as a gift for their hard work. They'd made the reservation four months in advance, had purchased nice suits, and then had saved up some more so they could afford to eat and drink without having to worry about the price.
"AAAH!"
"Holy shit—"
"What's going on!?"
They were located in one of the VIP rooms so as to avoid being bothered or stared at by other customers, and they'd only just started enjoying their meals when popping noises that echoed like thunder broke the nice ambiance, and the screams and shattered glasses that followed certainly weren't any comfort.
"Everyone on the ground!!!"
A male voice barking orders, more popping noises – gunshots, if the action movies they'd all seen and enjoyed were anything to go by, except the movies certainly didn't do justice to just how mind-numbingly terrifying the entire situation was. The eight of them could only stay frozen in their seats as the noises began growing closer.
"Quick! Lock the door!"
Chan's exclamation managed to snap them out of their stunned states, and Changbin, the closest to the door, practically pounced onto it – but the moment he reached it, the door was kicked open and slammed right into his face. He collapsed with a shout, not unconscious, but there was blood dripping on the carpet, now. Chan tried to go to him while Minho forced the others to back further away, but four armed, masked men entered the room and stopped the leader in his tracks. One of them cocked a gun as Changbin's prone form, another aimed directly at Chan, and the last two pointed their weapons at the rest of the group.
"All of you, get out of here," ordered one of them. "Put your hands behind your heads, get in line, and head to the main dining hall. And if any of you try to make a run for it, call for help, or cause any sort of trouble, we won't hesitate to shoot. Got it?"
They all nodded mutely, incapable of ding otherwise. Minho took the lead, gesturing for the others to stay calm and keep their eyes low – the armed men looked like a trigger-happy bunch, there was no need to provoke them. Seungmin was quick to follow after him, nudging Jeongin so he'd do the same. Jisung was shaking badly, most probably on the verge of a panic attack, but he somehow managed to keep his cool despite it.
Felix and Hyunjin followed right after them, and Chan was allowed to help Changbin up before closing the march, two of the masked men hot on their heels while the other two left to check the other VIP rooms. The group eventually found their way to the main dining hall where the rest of the customers, along with all of the staff, were sitting on the ground with their hands behind their heads. Some were shaking, some were crying, but none of them appeared injured.
They were instructed to sit down in a more remote corner, and Felix gritted his teeth as he glanced at the large, panoramic window behind them – the restaurant was located in the higher floors of one of the tallest buildings in the city, and the only way in or out was the bunch of elevators located in the lobby, on the other side of the large room.
(And of course, six armed men were guarding those.)
A few more VIPs were dragged out of the rooms and, after a few minutes of almost complete silence, a broad-shouldered man stepped forward. The only thing that seemed to differentiate him from the others was the red hood he was sporting, while all the others were completely cladded in black.
"Alright, listen up!" he ordered, his voice easily carried throughout the entire room. "As of this moment, you are all considered hostages! Here's what's going to happen: first, you're going to hand over all of your phones and other electric devices. After that, we'll be going around the room to collect everything else you can take off: jewelry, accessories, bags, shoes, jackets, all the works. And once that's done, you'll be called forward one by one to access your bank accounts, from which you'll transfer absolutely all of your money into the account we'll provide for you."
He spread his arms in an almost theatrical gesture.
"At the end of this, all of you should be walking out of here alive – completely penniless, of course, but ultimately unharmed, if you do exactly as we say. We have this entire building under our control, so don't even try to call out for help, got it? Or we'll shoot you, steal your cards, and call it a day."
Of course, no one was stupid enough to try and oppose anything he said when there were over two dozen of armed men completely surrounding them. So, as soon as the leader stepped back, all of the hostages were quick to follow his instructions.
First, they handed over their phones, dropping them into the bags the masked men were passing around, along with all intelligent watches and other devices that could be used to contact the police. After that, they began going around with another set of begs, in which all of the jewelry, accessories, and bags were thrown. They were then instructed to take off their shoes and their jackets and throw them in a pile before them.
As they all partly undressed, Chan used that opportunity to talk with his boys.
"Don't try to play heroes," he warned in a low tone. "The police will handle this. Let's just give them what they want, and we'll be fine, alright?"
Most of the others were too scared to protests, though Changbin, Minho, and Hyunjin looked slightly annoyed with being forced to stick to the sidelines. However, as humiliating as the entire process was, no amount of money was worth their lives, so they all nodded in agreement and finished throwing their stuff in the pile.
"Alright! Let's kick off the real party with our dearest VIPs!" cheered the leader, gesturing at a few of the tables that had been brought together, where all of the phones had been placed. "These have been divided by restaurant sections and rooms. One person per group at the time. Now get to it—ah? The fuck? This isn't a classroom, man!"
The man in question had dared to raise a shaking hand, having seemingly a question. A tad amused, the leader gestured for him to speak up.
"I- I don't have access to my bank account via my phone," he whispered. "How- how do it—"
"Easy! We'll be inspecting your phones to see if you're lying, for one – if you are, we're gonna shoot you in the leg and then make you transfer the money. If you're not lying, however, we'll just have you write all of you info on the back of your cards. Got it?"
"Y- yes, sir."
Since the eight idols had a VIP room to themselves, their phones were all laid down on a separate table. When one of the masked men walked over and gestured for Chan to get up and go over there, though, he laughed.
"Hey, guys! I think we've just snatched ourselves a bunch of idols! Lucky us, eh?"
"Really? How much do you think their autographs could sell for?" wondered another.
"I don't know about their autographs, but I'm ready to bet some crazy fans would be willing to pay a pretty penny for their underwear," taunted another.
That made most of the armed men in the burst into raucous laughter, and Chan stiffened at the taunts. The situation was already bad enough, there was no need to humiliate his family any further – and if they tried to touch any of his boys, he was definitely going to raise hell. He might have warned them not to play heroes, but he absolutely refused to let them lay a single hand on his kids.
The leader joined them, also laughing a bit as he loomed over Chan. "My, my, don't glare at me like that, kid – we're not that crude. Just get to the table already."
It's not like Chan could refuse, so he simply rose to his feet and walked over to the table nearby, easily finding his phone amongst the others. He was quick to transfer the full amount into the account he was given, internally glad he'd already sent most of his last pay back to his family. Changbin was next, his nose having stopped bleeding, and then Seungmin. Chan had to physically restrain himself when one of the men made some disgusting comments about Minho, and when one of them dared to slap Hyunjin's ass when the dancer walked back to their group. Jisung was up next, and then Jeongin, and finally... finally, it was Felix.
"Huh. You're a real pretty one, aren't you?"
Felix stiffened as his hold on his phone tightened. His back was turned to his friends, so he hadn't noticed the leader walking right up to him. The man was now right beside him, way too close for comfort, and Felix was trying his hardest not to make eye contact. And, after a few seconds of complete stillness... the leader slung an arm around his shoulders.
"Alright, you guys keep up the good work! I'm taking this one upstairs for a bit."
No.
"Won't you let us have a taste too, boss?"
"Right, let us in on the fun, for once!"
This can't be happening.
"Tell you what: whoever finishes their section first gets to have a turn after I've had my fill with him. Sounds good?"
"Sounds great, boss!"
"You heard him! Get to it!"
This can't be happening!!!
Felix didn't think twice before slipping from the leader's hold and making a run back for his friends, but the man managed to snatch him around the waist at the last second and pulled him back, effectively knocking the air out of his lungs. He stopped breathing entirely when he felt the cold barrel of a gun pressing just against his temple.
"Don't try that again, pretty boy," warned darkly the leader. "Now let's go – you're wasting my time."
"No!"
"Felix!"
"Don't touch him!"
Felix could only watch helplessly as one of the goons hit Chan right behind the head with his gun, effectively knocking him out, with the others unable to do anything to help him or their leader. He couldn't find back, too scared of the consequences, and he was forced to follow as the leader dragged him past the other guards and into one of the elevators.
He felt like crying, but he held his tears back as the leader pressed the button that would take them three floors higher. The moments the doors shut, the man pulled off his mask – he was way older, probably twice Felix's age, and he leered at the younger with a grin that made the idol sick to the stomach.
Once they reached their floor, the man shifted his hold, slipping his hand under Felix's shirt and pressing the gun against his back instead. He then forced Felix to walk forward, the freckled boy stiffening when they crossed paths with a janitor... but the man merely bowed at them before moving on with his work.
And that's when it dawned on Felix.
He's hiding the gun. They don't have the entire building hostage, just the restaurant – which makes sense, because there's no way they could gather enough people to take over this entire place. That means that if the police are warned, then they can easily get in without alerting them!
But there was still the matter of somehow contacting the police, and the janitor was already long gone – and something told Felix that the leader wouldn't hesitate to shoot him and anyone else he might try to rope into helping him if he acted out again, meaning he could only count on himself.
They stopped in front of a door, the leader pulling a key card to get in.
That's how they invaded the place without triggering any alarms. They probably occupied this entire floor planning for their attack, he realized.
As the leader put his key card away and pushed the door open, though, Felix caught sight of something that gave him hope – a phone, right in the man's front pocket. Before he could even try to take it, however, he was roughly shoved inside, and the door clicked shut soon after.
He turned around, stiffening when he found himself staring down the barrel of the gun.
"Alright, pretty boy. Get rid of those clothes and lay down on the bed – I'll even make it good for you if you're not stubborn about it."
Without thinking, Felix did a roundhouse kick and kicked the gun right out of the man's hand. The leader was startled enough to give Felix an opening, which he used to attempt to grab the phone. Unfortunately, the man was much bigger and physically stronger than him, and he struck Felix right across the face.
The blow was strong enough to send him to the ground, his lower lip splitting open as his head hit one of the legs of wooden desk. Pain flared, and it quickly worsened as the leader grabbed him by the hair and unceremoniously threw him onto the bed. He was pinned down in an instant.
As the man began tearing off his clothes, Felix's fight-or-flight instincts completely took over, and he slammed his head against the leader's. The man, though stunned, didn't back off, and panic seeped into Felix's mind as the leader's hands closed around his throat and began choking the life out of him.
He must have passed out at some point, though certainly not for long – when he regained consciousness, his throat was on fire, he was almost completely naked, and he could feel the man's disgusting hands roaming all over his body and groping him as he bit marks into every inch of unmarred skin.
Repulsed, his head spinning, Felix forced himself to play dead until he'd regained enough energy and control over his own body. If he tried anything again while unprepared, then the leader would completely knock him out, and that'd be the end of it. So, no matter how sick he felt, he forced himself to stay completely still.
And, at last, the right opportunity presented itself. The leader had gotten up in an attempt to get rid of his pants, turning his back to Felix, and the freckled boy instantly pounced onto the opportunity – quite literally. He latched himself onto the man's back and wrapped the belt he'd discarded earlier around his neck.
They struggled for a bit, the leader repeatedly slamming him into the wall and clawing at his arms, but Felix refused to let go and tightened his grip until, finally, the man collapsed, his complexion having now gained a purple tint. The moment his body hit the floor, Felix scrambled to his feet and ran for the jacket laying further away.
The phone was still there.
He wasted no time in locking himself into the bathroom, huddling in the furthest corner. The tiles were incredibly cold and uncomfortable for his sore, battered body, but he ignored the pain and finally dialed the emergency services. The moment the call was picked up, he began talking.
"This is—"
"There- there's a hostage situation at the- the restaurant Au Ciel, there's over- over two dozen of them, they're all wearing masks and they're a- armed and- I don't know- I don't know what's going on anymore 'cause I was taken a- away and- and please, send help...!"
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"Felix!!!"
The police bursting in without warning had truly been the last thing anyone expected but, from the way they organized the rescue, they had obviously gotten insider information – and that fact was proven true when it was later revealed that a certain Lee Felix had managed to contact them for help.
All of the hostages had been led outside, but the group had been disheartened to realize Felix wasn't there yet. They'd been anxiously waiting, freezing cold because of their missing shoes and jackets, when more police officers finally dragged an unconscious, bloody leader out of the building – and, not long after, none other than Felix had been escorted out, a thick blanket wrapped securely around his petite form.
Hyunjin was the first to reach him, engulfing him into a tight hug. Felix let out a small whimper, in pain, but almost instantly melting into his embrace. The others were quick to join them after that, though Jeongin and Minho had to help Chan walk since he was still dizzy from the earlier blow.
But it was fine – they were fine. And, at last, Felix allowed himself to burst into tears.
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Changbin's nose was broken, Chan had a minor concussion, and Felix was... in a pretty bad shape all over. But, ultimately, they were all well-enough to leave the hospital not too long after being brought there. By some sort of miracle, Stray Kids' involvement in the entire affair hadn't made it out to the public, so there weren't any fans to hinder their way back home, but they had a feeling that peace wouldn't last.
They were warned that some officers would drop by their dorm the next day to interrogate them, and also return all items that had been taken, so all of their schedules were put on hold for the next two weeks, at the very least – which was only expected, considering the traumatizing event they just endured.
The moment they finally got home, all of them briefly split up to get changed or cleaned up, Jeongin practically dragging Felix to the bathroom to help him wash up with Minho following after them to change his bandages. Once they were all done, they all met back in the living room, where they all huddled up closely together.
"The company is setting up meetings with a psychologist for all of us," announced Chan, heaving out a sigh. "So we don't need to talk about what happened right this instant, but if anyone wants to—"
"No," pleaded quietly Felix, hiding his face in Hyunjin's neck.
"Okay, okay, we won't," Hyunjin quickly soothed him. "Just close your eyes and get some rest, baby – you deserve it."
Felix held no doubt in his mind that today's events would have some serious repercussions on his mental state but, right now, he was too exhausted to even try and face them. He was safe, now, and so was the rest of his family – the nightmares could wait until tomorrow.
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Alright, that's all I had for this one. I tried different scenarios and I'm not entirely satisfied with how it turned out, but I figured it'd be a shame not to share one of my rare Badass!Felix AUs xD
Hope you liked it anyway!