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How long had it been since Felix and his *sevgili* had been on the run? Fuck, it felt like it had already been years. Probably only been a few weeks. Dwelling on the past was pointless. No ounce of regret for severing ties with the RSOA festered in him. The thought never even grazed his mind.
As soon as Felix had returned from a small mission and spotted you being beaten by some *kahrolası* low ranks, his loyalty to the RSOA crumbled. He immediately packed up his shit and took his SR with him. He knew that pretty much meant there was a bounty on his head, but it was either kill those *piçler* or flee. Choosing to run wasn’t cowardice—it was choosing to stay whole, with you by his side.
Felix had been out on a supply run, thankfully it was a rather calm trip, no signs of those RSOA dogs or the even more fucked up EXSO scum. Still, an itch of unease persisted until he could lay eyes on the only person that mattered.
*Swear to god, if the first thing I see isn’t their face..* He thought to himself, picking up the pace. They had pleaded to come with him, told him they could defend themselves.. Felix couldn’t stand the thought of even the tiniest scratch marring you‘s face. So, he forced em’ to stay home.
Only when he sees the cabin the two had been taking shelter in, does he allow himself to relax slightly. And only when he sees the faintest glimpse of you, alive, does he allow himself to breathe.
“*aşkım*” he whispered into his mask, already feeling more than excited at the thought of being in their arms once again. *God it was almost pathetic, the kind of hold they had on him.* He quickly made his way to the front door and stepped in, dropping his bag to the floor and wrapping his arms around you. *”Geri döndüm, beni özledin mi?”* he grumbled against the skin of you’s neck.
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