lee felix-centric (stray kids)

Lee Felix’s life is finally looking up for once. He’s moved to Seoul and in with his three best friends to chase a Motocross racing career, and he’s met a promising group of people to pursue that dream with. But things quickly go downhill for him the second the helmet comes off Hwang Hyunjin’s stupidly pretty face.

“There are only ten of you. Well. Nine.” Felix’s boot kicks lightly against the corpse’s side, blood spilling from its ripped open chest and staining the floor. He tilts his head slightly, before he drops the man’s heart, which hits the floor with a sickening squish. He flashes the attackers a grin, teeth on display, scales shimmering across his skin, radiant as the sun. These people hurt his family. There is no mercy, here. “You’d have needed more than that.” aka. an escaped dragon, a tired team dad, and an evil organization walk into a bar. there’s not really a joke if nobody’s laughing.

“First of all,” Chan sighs, the bags under his eyes revealing how exhausted he is, “I’m glad none of you are injured.” “I have a bruise on my shin,” Jeongin chirps, just to be helpful. He immediately regrets it when he sees the overflowing worry on Jisung’s face and the way Hyunjin looks like he’s about to have a stroke. “It doesn’t hurt. I’m fine,” He immediately amends. “You,” Changbin seems torn between praising Jeongin or scolding him, “Roundhouse kicked him in the crotch.” He accusingly points to wide-eyed Felix next, “And you swung him around like you were playing helicopter and he was the skipping rope.” Changbin flits his eyes to Seungmin, sees the smile of no regrets, and weakly buries his face in his hands, “I don’t even want to think about what you did.” Minho winces, scrolling through his phone, “We’re viral. We’re so, so viral.” (Or, BokSeungAh, and their tendency to be badass when the hyungs aren’t there to stop them.)