Taken ▪︎ Chanlix✔️

Masquerade Ball

I don't rember what colour I made their wedding ring :'D

But this is a filler/ random scenario I thought of uwu
It's also kinda long so I'm sorry if it bores ya!
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"Ayoo looking good Chris! Where is Felix?"

Jisung looked around, confused when he didn't see the blonde.

Chan only shrugged, combing through his hair in the mirror by the entrance of their apartment. "He was in the shower when I left our room so we might have to wait for a while."

Minho grunted, throwing himself onto the couch with his legs perched up on the coffee table.

"Feet off," the older muttered, glancing at Minho through the mirror  before going back to fixing his meticulously hand tailored suit, unsurprisingly all black with a dovetail coat hugging his muscles snuggly over a charmeuse shirt that was buttoned lowly, pale and toned skin peeking through. The heels of his glossy dress shoes ticked dully on their marble floor as he turned to lean against the wall, arms crossing over his chest and huffing in frustration when a lock of hair fell out of place.

Small talk was made between the three (two considering Minho never spoke), and eventually, the sound of a door shutting caught their attention.

The sight of Felix sauntering down the corridor and towards him was enough to make Chan hurry to straighten his posture, his throat bobbing as he gulped down the rush of nerves, excitement and overwhelming admiration.

Felix was pretty.

So much was obvious, even to a stray dog in an alleyway that would trot up to the blonde instead of running away with its tail tucked between its legs like most stray dogs.

And Felix was so so so pretty and gorgeous and looked like he originated from another planet with his flawless features and Chan couldn't help but think (once again) about how lucky he is to have such an enchanting male as his husband.

The now silver haired male had left his hair in its fluffy state, his mullet framing his face perfectly. Much like the older, he was dressed in all black, however instead of wearing a shirt, he was clad in a lace, form-fitting top that showed off his tan skin before it disappeared into black slacks and the same glossy dress shoes as Chan. His tailcoat was also different- layered heavily from the waist and flowing around him elegantly.

Felix smiled at Jisung who had his jaw on the ground, eyes glued open, and he muttering a low greeting to the two in their abode before taking cautious steps in Chan's direction, grinning shyly as the older gazed at him in wonder.

In the younger's left hand were two black masks, one made of lace, similar to Felix's blouse and the other similar to Chan's shirt.

In his right hand, a handgun swayed back and forth, hanging off his index finger.

"Here," the silverhead reached around the older and tucked the weapon under his tailcoat, securing it in the hem of his slacks and made sure to let his fingertips caress Chan's muscles cheekily as he moved away, brushing away non existent dust particles on the older's shoulders with gloved fingers.

But the older stopped the younger, holding onto his hand softly. He lifted Felix's small fingers up to his lips and tenderly kissed the silver band on his ring finger through the lace glove, maintaining eye contact before pressing his cheek against the blonde's palm.

Felix only leaned flush against Chan to steal the older's breath in a deep kiss that ended too soon with Jisung clearing his throat obnoxiously.

So with bright ears and flushed cheeks, they exchanged masks, Chan questioningly letting Felix tie the lace one around his eyes.