( Bang Chan + Lee Felix )
❝Nobody can know about this pregnancy.❞
┈┈ mistopher | 2021 ++
To Bang Chan, being in the spotlight was never easy, no matter how glamorous his life looks up on stage. And his already suffocating backstage pressure could on...
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⇒ Levanter Apartments 11:45pm
"Chan, don't you get tired?" Felix questioned lowly, tone holding nothing but skepticism, lips pursed and eyes stuck to the back of the male's head that could be seen from the back of the sofa.
Turning reluctantly from a captivating drama on the television, Chan cocked his head to the side, teeth gnawing against a few frustrating popcorn seeds that had escaped from those that lingered in his bowl. "Tired?" He arched a brow, narrowing his eyes. "Tired of what?"
Sighing, Felix got up from his seat to head for the sofa, plump lips forcing to form a frown in between puffed cheeks. "Tired of- here," he motioned his arms in the air, indicating clearly that he meant the environment in his apartment. "I mean, you're an idol. It still baffles me how you trust me so much with this information... like don't you have music to work on? I'm not complaining, but you've been at my place every night for like the past two weeks. And it's hard, lying to my friend that I'm studying when I hardly ever do anymore..."
Resting the almost empty bowl of popcorn against the coffee table, Chan sat up from the cushions, making his way to the shorter at the back of the couch. "What exactly do you mean?" He pursed his lips, resting one hand against his chest while the other found his chin. "I mean, I know what you mean but, where is all of this coming from?"
"Chan, I just think about it a lot, and I have more unanswered questions the longer we keep this up," Felix sighed, eyes tracing the room to ease his anxiety. "You, the CB97, just creating a bond with a random, gay cashier? I don't have anything to offer- I have the exact sexuality that you're supposed to hate, yet still, you're at my place, almost every night, even flirting sometimes. It's as if you trust me so easily. I- don't you have music to write, or others to hang out with? A girlfriend, maybe? I just don't want to be a place where you think you can go at any time to get a breather." He facepalmed after that short rant, dragging the hand down from his face with slight regret. "I'm sorry," he mumbled with another sigh, "I just- my schoolwork stressed me so I went on like this... I'm sorry."
"No, no don't apologize, Felix," the older outstretched the hand from his chin to find the shorter's cheek, a small smile exposing his most prominent dimple. "You have every right to feel the way that you do. This is all so weird, and it happened so, so fast. But you should know that I am not tired," he chuckled lightly, looking down and poking at the inside of his cheek with his tongue.
It was time, well that was at least what he thought- time to make the move that those repetitive, flirtatious speeches and gestures had somewhat paved the way for. He knew the blonde for a long enough period of time- and Felix's vulnerable persona had sort of ticked off all of the older's requirements to get them to be a "thing" within those past weeks, all except one-- two; one which could only be fairly fulfilled while in a relationship, while the other, which was undoubtedly only being pushed back for the mere selfish desire of carnal pleasure, was only allowed to be expressed after feeling and confirming the emotions present in mutual, sexual touches.
