baby, you're my angel | chan/felix; stray kids

Chapter 4 [e!]

Felix wakes to warmth and darkness. He forgets for a second where he is, startling at the feeling of skin under his palm. But then he remembers, and sinks back down into the pillow.

Chan is snoring softly beside him. Felix carefully extracts one of his arms so he can grab his phone. It's 3pm. They've been napping for hours.

Felix opens TikTok to check his comment section. He likes as many as he can. It feels odd, scrolling through as the video of him and Chan plays on mute in the background. So much has changed since they posted this. There's so much their fans don't know about now.

He wouldn't take it back, of course. He knows that as soon as he wonders about it. A shiver of pleasure runs through his body as he lets his mind drift back just a couple of hours—Chan kissing him, calling him baby, making him come. It was worth it, even if that was the only time it would ever happen.

Chan shifts, and Felix puts his phone away. Besides, he thinks, it probably won't be the last time. Far from it.

"Lix?" Chan whispers.

"Hi," Felix says, snuggling closer.

Chan smiles, one hand finding Felix's cheek. He leans in and kisses him; Felix splays a hand on his chest, trying to ground himself. "What time is it?"

"A little past three," Felix replies.

"Oh, fuck," Chan says mildly. "That late already." He doesn't move to get up, though, just pulls Felix closer, wrapping his arms tight around him. "Good thing we're not busy, huh?"

"Mm-hm," Felix agrees, going in for another kiss. He can feel Chan smiling against his lips.

They lie there for a little while. Chan smells like vanilla mixed with something earthy; Felix breathes in deep and lets the scent fill his head, tracing nonsensical patterns onto Chan's chest and arms. Chan strokes Felix's cheek with his thumb.

"Okay," Chan says quietly as the minutes drip by. "As comfy as I am, we should probably do the dishes."

Felix groans in protest, but pulls himself away from Chan's warmth all the same, flipping the covers back. "Oh god, it's cold," he complains.

Chan laughs. "Put some clothes on. If you're still cold, I'll turn up the heat." He walks around the bed, pausing in front of Felix so he can plant a kiss on his forehead before going to his closet. Felix lets his eyes close briefly before forcing himself to stand, still shivering.

His clothes are where he left them in the bathroom; he tugs them on with shaking hands, nearly falling over while he wrestles with a sock. Chan is waiting for him by the door when he emerges, nodding for him to follow before disappearing into the hallway.

Felix follows slowly, snagging his phone from the bedside table and slipping it into his pocket. The hallway is dim, lit only by the weak light filtering in through the windows of the living room. Felix ducks into the kitchen and sees Chan at the sink, water already running.

Chan points at the dishwasher with a soapy hand. "I wash, you load?"

They work slowly, rhythmically, quietly. The sunlight creeps across the floor. For a moment, Felix allows himself to fall into the domesticity of it—him and Chan, washing dishes together, like they've done it a hundred times before; like they'll do it a hundred thousand times more.

"I should probably film a few things today," Chan says when the last dish is slotted in place. He sounds a little apologetic. "Did you bring anything to do?"

"I brought my laptop," Felix says, nodding. "I can do some homework, I suppose."

Chan hears the grudging edge in his tone. "Only a few more months," he reminds him kindly. "Then no more homework ever again."