Love, Not War (Book 2)

Chapter 118

It was just a peek but he saw Felix's gorgeous body. The dusky rose nipples he loved to suck. The flat abdomen with faint sexy ridges that came from practising volleyball. The lithe waist that led down to-

No!

He shook his head. Felix wasn't his anymore. No fantasies!

"Are you okay?" he heard Felix ask. "Is it too cold? Should I turn off the AC?"

Chan let out a muffled "No." and then kept silent. The AC was fine. It wasn't that cold.

"Okay. I'm gonna make you something to eat." Felix said. "Any special request?"

Chan let out another muffled "No".

Felix shrugged then went downstairs to prepare a meal. He wondered what was wrong with Chan though. The things he said outside. What could they possibly mean? Why was Chan so afraid of him leaving? Why did he have that panic attack? Was it because they broke up?

He recalled the relief on Chan's face when he finally came to his senses.

'Felix...you're alive' he had said. As if he didn't already know it.

Felix remembered how crazy Chan acted back then when they met in a hospital. The way Chan hugged him and kept telling him he loves him.

Did Chan suffer some kind of trauma after his fake death? Is that why he behaved that way?

He sighed as he entered the kitchen and took out some ingredients from the fridge. Those were questions only Chan had the answers to and he wasn't in the mood to find out.

He decided to make chicken soup. There was no telling if they'd catch a cold after staying so long in the rain.

Felix was washing the vegetables when Jimin entered using his wheelchair. He was surprised to find Felix cooking. He glanced at the clock on the wall and frowned.

"It's almost midnight. Why are you cooking?" he asked. He went to the fridge and took a bottle of water.

Felix sighed as he started chopping the chicken. "It's Chan. He was kneeling outside for hours after we broke up then it started raining. I couldn't just leave him there."

Jimin hummed. That sounded like something Chan would do considering his obsession with Felix. "So he's upstairs? In your room?"

Felix nodded. "Don't tell Seonghwa hyung. He'll flip. He still doesn't like Chan."

"He travelled to England this morning so don't worry," Jimin said. "You're safe."

Felix was shocked. "Hyung went on a trip without telling me? Why England? Who did he go with?"

"Relax. He left early and didn't want to wake you up." Jimin chuckled. "It's a business trip though. Besides, the day our brother decides to stop being a monk is the day that I, Park Jimin, dye my hair back to its original colour. Just so you know, it has been 11 years now."

They both burst out laughing. Felix knew all about the hair thing. Jimin had always urged Seonghwas to date back when they were teenagers but Seonghwa was never interested. Jimin then decided to do his hair pink and vowed that he'd dye it back the day Seonghwa started dating.

"How about we set him up on a blind date?" Felix asked. "Does he prefer boys or girls? Hyung has never talked about anyone before."

"Hmmm, maybe girls I guess" Jimin answered. "Back in high school, he used to have a crush on a senior. Her name was Jessie but she transferred to your school in her second year. I think you should know her. She's a huge celebrity now."

Felix thought for a while then gasped. "Jessie? You mean the Jessie? Sexy Jessie from school?"

Jimin laughed. "Yes. Sexy Jessie. Seonghwa had this massive crush on her back then. Maybe he still does."

"Then we should invite her for dinner one of these days," Felix suggested. "I need little nephews and nieces to play with." He turned on the stove and placed a pot on top then poured some water in. "What about you hyung? Have you thought of giving this poor brother of yours little nephews and nieces?"

Jimin's face instantly flushed red. He quickly turned his wheelchair around and cleared his throat. "I uh, um it's getting late." He yawned loudly. "Ah, I'm so tired. I'm gonna go to bed. Say hi to Chan for me. Goodnight."

He left before Felix could say a thing. Felix burst out laughing. It was so evident. Jimin was definitely seeing someone. He wondered who the lucky person was.

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Half an hour later, Felix entered the room carrying two bowls of hot chicken soup on a tray and two glasses of water.

Chan smiled as he watched Felix walk in. If they were still together, he would have helped Felix carry the tray, using the opportunity to touch his hands. He would then make Felix straddle him and feed him soup until they were both full. He'd sneak a kiss here and there, suck on that beautiful smooth skin, leaving his marks everywhere. He would make Felix so aroused that he'd want them to get down and dirty and then he'd-

"...Chan!" Felix called for the third time.

Chan jumped slightly, shocked to find Felix standing before him with a bowl of soup. When did Felix even get there? He groaned, rubbing his face with his hands. He had spaced out again, fantasising about all the things he could do to Felix.

"Here, your soup," Felix said, handing him the bowl.

"Oh, yeah," Chan said softly. He sat up but then felt that he was hard so he bundled the duvet on his lap and placed a pillow over his hard on then accepted the bowl of soup.

Felix looked at him weirdly so he gave a nervous smile. Felix dragged a chair to the bedside and sat beside Chan, holding his own bowl of soup. He blew on it a little bit then started to eat.

Chan suddenly saw everything in slow motion.

Felix eating was a total work of art. His moves were refined, elegant. His small pink lips parted, slowly closing over the spoon and damn, Chan wished he was that spoon. He felt envious. The spoon now had a closer relationship with Felix than he did. He felt like grabbing it, breaking it and burning it to ashes.

"Aren't you going to eat?" Felix asked when he noticed Chan wasn't eating.

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