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Chan stood in his kitchen, soft orange and yellow hues surrounding him as he hummed a soft tune while cooking dinner.
Lowering the heat, he allowed his food to simmer for a bit before he walked out into his large terrace, one that sat on the tallest building in the city. The view was always a breathtaking one, the sun setting something he’d never get tired of.
Today was a surprisingly quiet day, no crime or villains reeking havoc on the city. Chan was suspicious, but refused to waste a rare day off.
There was still work to be done though, finding Bokkie. It was ironic really, to have such a cute nickname yet be one of the most dangerous villains out there.
What was more interesting was that Bokkie was incredibly cute, someone Chan would definitely have fallen for if the circumstances were different. But through his experiences with the villain, Chan learned never to judge a book by its cover. For underneath that cute exterior, was a devil.
A murderer. A killer who killed rapists, known abuser, all sorts of criminals , but a murderer nonetheless.
Chan had witnessed Bokkie kill once, and to say it was a gruesome scene was an understatement. The male had managed to chain Chan up to a chair and made him watch as he began torturing a sex trafficker.
Slowly cutting off each of his limbs until he was reduced to a bleeding mess of torso and head. Toes, fingers, arms thighs and every other part of his body laying on the floor. Eyes ripped out of their sockets, tongue pushed up into his ass, dick shoved into his mouth.
So close to death. So close yet so far. The gut wrenching sight made Chan throw up, the heavy stench of copper and slowly rotting flesh evident in the air.
Bokkie had ended it off by burning the remainder of the man alive, then knocked Chan unconscious with the agonizing scream of a man fresh on his mind before finding himself waking up in his terrace hours later.
The victims remnants had been found in the Han river not long after.
Chan wasn’t sure why Bokkie made him watch, maybe he thought Chan would feel the same way he does about killing killers, who knows.
There was always a heavy controversy surrounding Bokkie. He was considered a hero by many, serving justice to those who’d been wronged, but his villain title always stuck with him. A murderer is still a murderer, not that he cared of course.
Chan had heard the same monologue during multiple occasions of them battling or playing cat and mouse.
“I never cared for titles Channie~ I don’t care if people think I’m a hero or a villain.” He’d say in his ear before roundhouse kicking him in the side. “I only do what I desire, and no opinion is going to change that.”
Chan would need a second to recover, but the moment he’d look up Bokkie was already gone, only reminder of him even being there was the dead body lying beat and bloodily in the nearby alleyway, Bokkies signature chick carved into the skin of his victim.
Chan had been sitting in his office for hours, dinner half eaten then forgotten as he sat trying to pinpoint who Bokkies next victim could be. There was no record of his existence anywhere. Not a single photo online, not a single person who could identify him.
He was like a ghost. There one second but gone in the blink of an eye. His crimes had no pattern either. Going from killing at least once everyday for a week to radio silence for 2.
Chan sighed and dropped his hands into his head. He turned on the news, but there was nothing there either. Bokkie was going through yet another cycle of radio silence.
But it had already been a month. Not a single killing occurred. No sign of his existence. Nothing.
Chan looked outside to see it was dark and raining, that wasn’t expected. How long had he been sitting here?
Looking at the time he saw that it was the dead of night. Th devils hour. He sighed yet again, deciding to retire for the night and attempt to sleep.
At least that was the plan until he heard a ringing knocking from outside. His door?
That was odd.. all his friends had access to his penthouse. And even then no one would come over at this time. The male walked out his office, checking the security camera and but there was nothing.
The knocking was heard again but it wasn’t from his door, it was his terrace. The male walked towards the curtain covered windows, noticing a figure standing right behind the sliding door. Pushing the curtain aside he froze seeing who was standing there.
Bokkie.
His face was covered by his rain soaked hoodie but it was clearly him, the silver hair peeking out was unmistakable.
Chan slid open the door, fully ready for anything that could happen within the next three seconds, but the one thing he was not ready for, was a bruised and bloody body to fall into his arms.
“What the..” Chan was stunned.
“Channie…” the villains voice cracked. In those few moments, that one word spoken, Bokkie had reduced himself to nothing but a helpless young man in desperate need for medical attention.
Chan quickly shook off his initial shock and wrapped one arm around Bokkies back, the other under his legs to carry him inside to his bathroom.
No matter who, Chan could not turn away a person in need. Quickly sitting Bokkie on the large sink counter, Chan grabbed his first aid kit and set it beside the boy.
Slowly removing Bokkies hoodie, Chan revealed to himself what looked to be a broken, devoid of any emotion young boy. Gone was the glint in his eyes chan saw whenever the boy was in battle or in the middle of a murder. Gone was the mischievous grin and the confidence filled stance.
The boy in front of him was a young man pleading for help. His eye had a bruise under it, a deep cut in the bruise as well. The rest of his face was covered in bruises as well, lip busted and bleeding and another gash on his forehead. Bruise’s littering his lean but muscular body. It was clear the boy was strong, so how could this have happened?
Chan brought a hand forward to touch the boys cheek, silently asking him to look at Chan. but once again he was shocked when he started to cry the moment their eyes locked.
Heartbreaking sobs left the boys throat and Chan felt his heart constrict. He didn’t ask questions, just silently cleaned up the boys face and body, bringing him a clean warm hoodie to wear instead of his cold rain soaked one.
When Chan was done Bokkie had stopped crying. Chan spoke quietly, not wanting to ruin the atmosphere or startle the boy.
“Would you like some dinner?”
The boy nodded slowly, and Chan grabbed his hand and pulled him to his feet, the boy almost fell as they walked, legs wobbly, so Chan carried him yet again to his living room.
The plate was cleaned in record time, Chan giving the boy another one after being looked at with those doe eyes.
“Felix.”
Huh? Chan looked at him confused.
“My names Felix.” Time and time again Chan was left speechless.
Why would Bokkie share his real name? What was going on??
“I’m only telling you cause I know you’ve been trying to figure it out for ages now. Besides, right now I’m not Bokkie. I’m just Felix.” Felix answered for him, knowing of the face Chan made.
Chan cleared his throat, sitting a bit straighter. “Felix” he said slowly, he liked it, it suited him.
“What happened to you?”
Felix paused, and then continued eating his food like Chan hadn’t asked anything. Chan remained silent, waiting patiently for the boy to speak, but at some point he wasn’t sure if he was going to get an answer.
“My uncle.”
Chan stared at him. He has an uncle? Did his uncle to this to him?
Felix continued, as if hearing chans brain overloading with questions.
“He raped me. Invited his buddies and they all raped me one by one, beat me bloody and then left me to rot in some old building.”
Felix was devoid of any emotion as he spoke. Voice monotone not showing an ounce of emotion.
“If you’re wondering, no this isn’t the first time. And no I can’t kill him. I may be a murderer, but he’s still my family. The only person I have left. The only one who took me in and raised me after my parents abandoned me. He love me so unconditionally as I grew up.. but now” his voice cracked.
“Now he’s now the same. I’d kill him under any other circumstance, but I can’t do anything without seeing the kind hearted man that raised me. He’s all I have left Channie, but he keeps doing this to me..” Felix was crying by the end of his story.
Chan knew it wasn’t right, but he sat beside Felix and pulled the boy into his chest, wrapping his arms around him in a much need hug.
The warmth cause Felix to cry harder, burying his head into Chans chest. They sat silently for a while, not saying anything and just allowing Felix to cry.
Chan waited until his cries were reduced to sniffles, quickly blinking away the few tears in his own eyes.
“I’m sorry for showing up to your door all of a sudden, I had not one else to go to and I didn’t wanna be alone.” The boy said quietly, voice slightly muffled front Chans now wet shirt.
It probably wasn’t the right time, but the words slipped from Chans mouth before he could think. “You mean my terrace?”
Felix peeked up at the man, raising an eyebrow. “Well I couldn’t just show up at your front door now could I? I mean, I could, but I wasn’t up for dealing with your never ending security.”
“How’d you even get up here? My homes like 70 floors up.”
Felix raised an eyebrow yet again and scoffed, slightly offended. “Did you forget who you’re talking to? Who do you think leaves you on your terrace whenever you decide to pass out?”
He pulled himself away from Chans hold. Slightly embarrassed for allowing himself to be so vulnerable.
Chan stared at him for a moment, slightly embarrassed for asking such a question, but then he remembered.
“Do you have anywhere to go?”
The younger shook his head and cleared his throat. “Probably gonna go back to my uncles house. I’ve nowhere else…”
Chan immediately grabbed the boys arm. “Stay here. Don’t go there ever again,”
Now it was Felix’s turn to be stunned. He wasn’t expecting this. A warm feeling fill his chest. A small smile adorning his face. Chan wanted to keep it there forever.
Chan suggested the boy sleep in a spare room, but Felix turned him down, not wanting to be alone. So Chan suggested watching a movie to which Felix reluctantly agreed.
Somewhere between the movie the two men had tangled themselves together, an arm around Felix’s shoulders, Felix’s head on his chest, legs thrown over Chans.
They cuddled as if they’d been doing it forever, the moment being so incredibly domestic it didn’t feel like they were enemies. Didn’t feel like they were villain and hero. Just Chan and Felix, watching a movie together at 5am in the morning.
Chan wasn’t paying attention to the movie, mind elsewhere but was brought back when he felt a kiss to his cheek. The older whipped his head to Felix, cheeks red and eyes wide.
Felix looked no different. A small smile on his face as he looked into Chans eyes. “Thank you for everything you did today. To be honest, I probably would’ve killed myself today if it weren’t for you..”
Chans heart constricted hearing that. He lifted a hand to Felix’s cheek, brushing it softly with his thumb as he stared at the younger boy.
They both started leaning closer to each other, inches apart, so close to pressing their lips together-
*BANG BANG BANG*
Loud banging startled both boys, pulling away from each other instantly and turning their heads towards the door.
The door was broken down and in came the the police along with SWAT officers.
Within moment the entire living room was full of police officers with guns loaded and locked at Felix
Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck.
Chan had forgotten he notified the police when he first saw Felix. Fuck fuck fuck.
“HANDS IN THE AIR AND ON YOUR KNEES!! NOW!!” One of the officers yelled.
Felix was stunned for a moment and then laughed, it wasn’t a happy laugh, it was a disbelieving one.
Removing himself from Chan he did as the police told him.
“E-everyone wait-“ Chan stood, trying to stop the officers but one just patted him on the back.
“Good job Chan. Sorry it took us so long to get here but you did well keeping the little runt distracted.” The officer praised.
Felix scoffed at that, locking eyes with Chan as the officer brought out handcuffs. Before the officer was able to to lock the huffs however, Felix maneuvered himself so quickly it wasn’t until the officer was in a headlock with a knife to his neck that everyone realized what happened.
“STOP! Put the knife down, your surrounded kid! Well shoot if you don’t let go!” The officer yelled.
Felix laughed. Pulling the gun out of the hostage officers holder and pointing it at the other officers around him.
“Shoot and he’s going down with me. How would your city feel if they learned that you killed not only their favourite antihero, but also an innocent officer hm??” Felix said in mock worry.
The officers stood down after a moment, the boy wasn’t wrong, they couldn’t kill him.
Felix backed himself to the terrace, keeping an eye on everyone as he walked. Quickly he shot the officer he was holding in the leg and then four more officers, not killing then but immobilizing them.
He caught everyone off guard and then jumped onto the railing. Turning around momentarily, he glanced at Chan, standing there pleading Felix to come down.
“I was wrong to think you’d really want to help me Chan. I was really wrong about you huh. Thought you helped victims and the vulnerable, guess it doesn’t extend to criminals,” he laughed sadly.
“Felix wait-“
But at that point Chan knew there was no saving himself from what he did. But oh did he regret it so bad.
Felix jumped. “Felix no!”
“Till we meet again hero!” Felix yelled as he fell 70 floors to his inevitable death.