Love Game || CHANLIX

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"W-what?" Felix was beyond confused. He found Chan's behaviour to be strange. He had been treated so unpleasantly by the older, but here he was apologising, completely contradicting his previous actions.

"I said, I'm sorry." Once again, Chan apologised. His voice was nothing but a whisper. He didn't understand what he was feeling, or why he was feeling it for that matter. For the first time in a while, he was full of remorse.

As soon as he saw the hot, salty tears stream down the younger's face, he knew he hurt the boy by his actions. He had forgotten how sensitive the boy is. He completely disregarded his feelings and acted selfishly. He couldn't let his egocentric self take over. He knew he needed to put an end to this. Doing so, however, was easier said than done.

Although the younger isn't aware of it, the routine of hurting Felix was becoming more frequent. Using the boy for his immoral acts was more than disturbing for Chan, hence, he couldn't bare the thought of Felix finding out. He had already hurt him enough with his ruthlessness, he didn't want to see the pain on Felix's freckled face, if he finds out the lustful desires he has for him.

The realisation of Chan not having any ounce of respect for the boy just hit him like a truck. How uncomfortable would one be, if they were to find out their best friend, the one person they can rely on and go to without any hesitation in time of need was violating their body with their dirty mind.

Did Chan have no respect for Felix? Did he even have any respect for himself at this point? How far was he willing to go for these corrupted desires. He knew if he went too far, and reached Felix's limits, he would forever ruin the bond that they have created so fondly over the past few years. Everything would be ruined if he pushed the younger over the edge.

Felix's heart couldn't handle Chan being so capricious towards him. Felix lightly scoffed, although he may fancy the older, he would never let himself be trampled on. Even though he wanted to hold onto Chan for longer, he knew he couldn't.

Felix had so recklessly wrapped himself around Chan's finger. He knew he was in dangerous territory. One wrong move from the taller would send off gunshots to his already brittle, wounded heart.

"Whatever." He vigorously wiped his tear stricken face with his sweater paw. Copying Chan's previous moves, he pushed Chan off of him and started to walk back to the couch. Tiredly, he slumped back down into his little safe haven of blankets and pulled it over his head.

Now it was Chan's turn to be hurt. As soon as Felix had forced his hands off of him, he felt a sudden stinging pain in his chest. He wanted to hold him for longer. His hands were begging for the sensation of Felix's feather-like hair to brush against his fingers, once more.

He couldn't blame the boy for his bluntness. Of course, he was hurt, but Chan deserved to be treated so coldly, seeing as that's exactly what he had done to Felix, prior.

However, Chan's egotistical soul hated being talked to like that. Especially from someone as weak as Felix. He shoved all those heart-warming feelings he had of him and restored them with negativity.

He wouldn't let the shorter talk down on him like this. He is his Hyung. He was in charge. Felix was nothing but a pathetic, frail small boy, in his eyes. He had control over him. He liked it that way. In fact, that was the very same thing that got Chan going. Taking control of Felix and his body was something he would thirst for. He wanted his drought to be quenched right at that moment.