Taken ▪︎ Chanlix✔️

Remember when...

A soft and sweet chapter and if chan ever reads this ( I pray he never does), I want him to know that's he's worth so much more than he thinks. He means the universe and more.<3
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Felix had it all prepared- the prawns, candles placed (safely, and yes he learnt the hard way) around the room, fairylights hanging off the headboard of their bed, freshly washed sheets and warmed blankets, their favourite movies, the perfect playlist and of course, the iconic card game, uno.

The blonde had somehow convinced Chan to get out the house for a few, asking him to buy a few things from the store whilst he set up their room in the older's house for Christmas.

But the Aussie way. Which would explain the prawns.

Earlier this week, around two am, they had decided to buy a Christmas tree and decorate it. And whilst watching the older fool around with the star, muttering something along the lines of 'if we're supposed to put a star at the top, shouldn't I put you up there?', Felix could only question his sanity.

Chan carried on as if he hadn't said a word, with red ears when Felix only stared at him, with no reaction.

However, it did make him miss celebrating Christmas with the older when they were still in Australia.

Leading to this exact moment.

And now we wait.

So he waited.

And waited.

The store is only ten minutes away....

"Chris? What's taking you so long?" Felix asked through the phone, more worried than annoyed.

"I'm sorry baby, but the -Cheezels were out- and I had to ask someone to go get some- from the back," Chan panted, like he was running.

The blonde was unable to force his smile away.

Cheezels were his favourite but it was rare to find them in Korea. And ever since their convenience store seemed to have them, Chan made sure to always keep them in stock for the younger.

He hummed in reply, reminding the older to get back safely before an idea struck.

The brunette loved his cinnamon honey milk, and this was the perfect opportunity for it.

So he laid out all the ingredients, just in time for Chan to come through the kitchen with a plastic bag hanging off his fingers.

"Honey, I'm home~"

Felix chuckled lowly, keeping his eyes on the milk that was set to boil over the stove as Chan wrapped his arms around his waist, dropping his cold nose to nuzzle into his exposed neck.

"Chris! Cold!" Felix flinched, coaxing a giggle from the older who proceeded to dig in closer. "Let me go!"

"No," Chan huffed, his grip on the younger tightening.

"Are you pouting?" Felix questioned, tilting his head slightly to catch a glimpse of the other, but he was hidden by his hood and his own shoulder.

"...no."

Before the milk could froth over, Felix removed it from the heat and grabbed the cinnamon and honey, adding the necessary and preffered amount before pouring it into two mugs.