Taken ▪︎ Chanlix✔️

Dare

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Seven pairs of eyes stared at the bottle spin, all of them leaning forward in their seats, the majority of them drunk off their arses to even follow the spinning bottle.

They were all in the married couple's apartment, playing an awful game of spin the bottle truth or dare- all but Felix who had grunted at the sight of alcohol and dragged himself back to his office to get some work done.

Leading an empire was not easy.

Seungmin, the player assigned to spin the empty beer glass, took the blunt of glares and mumbled curses whilst giggling to himself (a sound of pure evil) and this time was no different as Jisung sat at the bottom of the bottle, and Chan at the bottleneck.

"So," Jisung snickered, cutting off the older's incoherent profanities, "truth or dare?"

The younger smiled mischievously at Chan, the older squinting his eyes at him in return.

"Don't be a whimp now, Chrissy," the squirrel wiggled his eyebrows as he drummed his fingertips together.

Sighing in defeat, and knowing he was taking the bait stupidly, the older spoke dare.

"I dare you to go a week without touching Felix."

Dead silence.

A door slammed open.

Felix stormed down the corridor and stopped only when he was looming over the group huddled around their coffee table, on the floor as though they didn't have sofas that cost more than the apartment itself.

Jisung gulped, his mouth draining dry as he caught a glimpse of Felix's glare that was predominantly aimed at him.

"Lix! Jisung thinks I can't go a week without touching you," Chan complained, and only now was the drunk haze visible in the older, his cheeks and ears flushed, eyes unclear as he frowned up at his husband.

"Cause you can't. And you're drunk so it's time for bed."

"But we just star-"

"Now." Felix cut off Hyunjin with a resolved scowl, instantly stopping the taller from completing his sentence, his lips pressing together as he looked away from the younger, who turned his attention back to Chan.

"Room. Now."

The mafia boss span on his heels, but stopped as Chan spoke.

"But I can," Chan whined as he watched Felix turn back to him, an eyebrow raised in question, daring him to continue.

Chan was drunk. Clearly.

Because his next words caused a wave of gasps and snickers to erupt from the group, like they were gossiping children.

"It's you who can't."

"Excuse me?"

Chan sat with his arms crossed, eyes shut and a smug smile on his face as he nodded once, sharply.

"You can't even go an hour without holding my hand!" Yelled Felix, vexed.

"Actually, that's you. I'm perfectly capable of containing myself. You, on the hand," Chan smirked at Felix, as though he already won the argument, "can't."