Taken ▪︎ Chanlix✔️

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Missing lovey dovey badass lixie and his whipped chrissy boo

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"Chris?"

Felix hollered for the nth time, head peaking past the ajar door to his office, an annoyed frown slapped across his face at the silence that followed.

"Chrissy?"

Silence.

"Chrissy boo?" He tried louder, wincing when his voice cracked.

"Christopher Bang!"

Grumbling under his breath, the blonde slammed every door in his way as he stormed to their room where he expected to locate his -apparently deaf- husband but was surprised to find it empty, bed made (albeit messily) and no trace of the brunette who was asleep a while ago.

Huffing, Felix tried the kitchen, the bathrooms, the guest rooms, and even under the couch for some odd reason, as though the older would be hiding between the 1-inch gap between the floor and the sofa.

Only when he heard a thud of something hefty dropping, did he remember that the gym existed.

"I thought I told you not to use your headphones when you're in here," Felix fussed after ripping the pair off of Chris who flinched in surprise at the younger's presence, a barbell by his feet.

"Good morning to you too, damn," the older panted, dabbing at the sweat on his forehead as he turned to face a pouting Felix.

The blonde frowned harder. "It's not even morning."

"I didn't want to disturb you, doll." Chan leaned forward to kiss the tip of Felix's nose, smiling softly when the gentle affection got rid of the younger's pout. "I know you've been busy and thought you could do with some silence."

Felix hummed lowly, letting Chan carry his weight as he leaned against him, cheek squished against the older's shoulder. "Thank you."

"Tired?"

He nodded once, eyes closing as the brunette traced his dark circles that were probably permanent at this rate. But before he got too comfortable, Felix pulled away slowly, blinking away the sleep that clouded his mind as he took hold of Chan's hands, lacing their fingers together and led them out of the gym and into their room.

"I have a possible client to meet in an hour and something, wanna join?" The younger questioned, now staring into his closet blankly, fingertips running up and down Chan's arms that were hugging his waist.

"Or," Chan muttered, pulling Felix away from their closet, waddling towards their bed and tugging him flat against himself as he dropped onto the mattress. "You catch up on sleep and let me do everything today."

"Chris n-"

"Sleep."

"Bu-"

"Sleep."

"Chris." Felix glared, despite the fondness flooding his heart and spilling into his glare.