Taken ▪︎ Chanlix✔️

So Comes Marriage

┌────── ⋆⋅✦⋅⋆ ──────┐

Felix groaned in annoyance when a loud banging interrupted his sleep.

He grabbed blindly for his blanket, only to realise there wasn't one. He groaned again, begging silently for the head-splitting knocking to cease.

It seems he forgot how he spent the night because his muscles tensed when he heard a soft groan next to his ear.

Chris happened.

Squinting his eyes open, he took in his surroundings. He was naked, on the couch, on top of Chan and in his apartment. With someone knocking at his door.

Fuck.

Fuck.

"Christopher wake up," he shook the brunette aggressively as he hastily looked around for his clothes and threw on his red pants and grabbed Chan's shirt for himself. "Chris! Hurry up and hide!" he whisper shouted, dragging the male off the couch and watched him stumble into his boxers.

"Wha- huh? Why?"

"My father is here! Get in my room and don't make a-"

The door slammed open, showcasing his father who had two of his close righthand men standing in front of him.

Felix's eyes widened before he reeled in his emotions and greeted his father with a bow, nudging Chan to do the same and uttering "don't say a word."

The man stepped forward, and tapped Felix on the cheek with his palm, signalling him to stand straight.

He was dressed in the usual black and white tux, first two buttons undone, salt and pepper hair slicked back, fingers adorned in chunky rings, the one on his pinkie finger the same as the one Felix wears around his thumb

"Felix."

"Father," came the redhead's strained reply.

"And... who is this?"

Chan stood behind Felix, in nothing but his unbuttoned trousers and his arms behind his back, ears red with mortification and eyes landing everywhere but on the older man.

"Uh, this is Chan, my uh- friend."

His father's hand came up to cup Felix's jaw and tilted his head up, his neck straining at the odd angle. "Friend hm? Since when did you start lying to me?" The man chuckled in amusement as he let go of his son.