Taken ▪︎ Chanlix✔️

Alive

Angst but gradual happy ending <3
Short chapter I'm sorry :(
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Was Felix okay?

No.

(If working himself to the bone during the day and then drinking himself till he blacks out at night was anything to go by.)

But was he going to do anything about it?

Again, no.

He'd ignore his phone- switched it off from the incessant calls from his father and Jisung. He even changed his apartment's pin so that they couldn't barge in whenever they felt like it.

Felix just wanted to be alone and wallow in self pity.

Atleast this way he won't get anyone else killed.

He rolled his eyes mentally.

Pathetic would be one word to describe him- his mental state, his physical state, hell, probably even his spiritual state at this point aswell.

Felix was used to people leaving him all the damned time.

So why did this one hurt so fucking bad?

He didn't understand.

Whywhywhy?

Was it because he loved Chan? He loved and he loved and he loved so why did he have to leave him?

Felix didn't understand why he was hurting so much.

Felix didn't understand how he was supposed to continue living without Chan.

He couldn't comprehend the numbing ache drowning him, stifling him, making it harder for him to breathe as the days go by.

All he wanted was for it to all stop.

But his only cure was dead.

Chris was dead.

Felix's breath hitched in his already sore throat, his thoughts robbing him of sanity.

Knees buckling, the now blonde male dropped to the floor by his unkempt bed, limbs trembling as he clutched the sides of his head, tears falling nonstop. Sobs ripped through his lungs, making him choke desperately for air, his mind hacking away at his lifeline.

Chris was dead. Chriswasdead. Chriswasdeadchriswasdeadchriswasdeadchris-

"No no nonono-" he whimpered miserably. "Make it stop make it s-stop," his grip on his hair tightened, knuckles white with strain. "Chan, Ch- Chris please m-make it stop."

Chan was dead. He won't come to help you anymore.

Hours? Maybe just minutes but he sat on the ground, limp, and crying for his lover that wasn't going to come back to him.

It was a muffled scream of his name followed by continuous banging at his door that snapped him out of his pitiful state.

Can't people leave him alone?