Toy Boy | Chanlix

Unspoken Words

The school day had dragged on for Chan, the weight of his recent experiences heavy on his shoulders. But now, as the afternoon sun cast long shadows across the empty classrooms, he was looking forward to working with Felix again. They had arranged to meet at the school's café to discuss their project, and Chan hoped that some time spent together might ease the tension between them.

Chan arrived at the café a few minutes early and chose a small table near the window. He took a deep breath, trying to shake off the remnants of last night's turmoil. As he waited, he glanced around, noting the bustling activity of students grabbing snacks and chatting animatedly.

Felix arrived promptly, his expression set in its usual cool demeanor. He greeted Chan with a nod and slid into the chair opposite him. There was a subtle, unspoken tension in the air as they waited for their orders.

"So," Chan began, trying to break the ice, "how's the project coming along?"

Felix shrugged, a small smile playing on his lips. "Not bad. We're almost done. I've just been busy with other stuff, too."

As they started discussing the project details, Chan noticed the way Felix's eyes softened when he talked about certain aspects. It was a glimpse into a side of Felix that seemed almost vulnerable. Chan wanted to ask more, but he had something else on his mind.

"Felix," he began cautiously, "I've been meaning to ask you something. You know those guys you hang out with... the ones you're always with? They're kind of... well, you know, a bit of a mess."

Felix's demeanor changed instantly. His eyes narrowed, and his shoulders tensed. He put down his fork, the clatter of the metal against the plate loud in the quiet café.

"What are you talking about?" Felix's voice was low and dangerous.

"I've just noticed that—" Chan started, but Felix cut him off.

"Do you have a problem with my friends?" Felix's tone was sharp, his eyes flashing with irritation. "You don't know anything about them."

Chan was taken aback by the sudden shift in Felix's mood. "I didn't mean it like that," he said quickly, trying to defuse the situation. "I was just curious. It seems like you're always surrounded by people who—"

"I don't need you to judge my friends," Felix interrupted, standing up abruptly. "I'm not here to discuss them."

Chan's heart raced as Felix turned and walked away, leaving Chan sitting there with a mix of confusion and frustration. He watched Felix's retreating figure, feeling a pang of regret. He had only wanted to understand Felix better, but it seemed he had touched a nerve.

Realizing it was late and feeling a strange compulsion to make things right, Chan stood up and followed Felix outside. The cool evening air hit him as he stepped out of the café, and he caught sight of Felix walking briskly down the street.

"Felix, wait up!" Chan called, hurrying to catch up.

Felix didn't respond, his pace steady and unyielding. Chan walked beside him in silence, the only sound being their footsteps echoing in the empty street. The tension between them was palpable, and Chan wondered if he had made a mistake by coming after him.

Finally, Felix stopped and turned to face Chan. "Why are you following me?" he demanded, his voice tinged with frustration.

"I just wanted to make sure you're okay," Chan said, his voice soft but firm. "I didn't mean to upset you."

Felix's expression softened slightly, but his eyes were still guarded. "I'm fine. I just... I don't like people prying into my personal life."

Chan nodded, understanding. "I get it. I didn't mean to overstep."

For a moment, there was a heavy silence between them. Felix's gaze seemed to drift, and Chan noticed a flicker of something in his eyes—vulnerability, maybe, or just exhaustion.

"I saw you in the library," Felix said suddenly, his voice barely above a whisper. "When I was... with that guy."

Chan's breath caught. He had hoped Felix hadn't seen him, but the confession confirmed it. "Yeah, I was there. I didn't mean to intrude."

Felix's eyes locked onto Chan's, and there was an intensity in his gaze that made Chan's heart skip a beat. "What did you think?" Felix asked, his voice low and almost hesitant.

Chan looked away, feeling the heat rise to his cheeks. "I don't know. I guess I didn't expect it."

Felix took a step closer, his eyes searching Chan's face. The distance between them seemed to shrink, and Chan could feel the warmth of Felix's breath against his skin. There was a charged energy in the air, an unspoken tension that made Chan's pulse quicken.

"You know," Felix said softly, "sometimes people aren't what they seem. I don't always fit the image people have of me."

Chan looked up, their eyes meeting once more. The vulnerability in Felix's gaze was undeniable, and Chan felt a sudden, intense connection. It was as if he was seeing a side of Felix that no one else had ever seen—a side that was raw and unguarded.

The moment stretched on, each of them caught in the other's gaze. Chan could feel his heart pounding in his chest, and he could sense that Felix felt it too. There was something magnetic about the way Felix looked at him, something that made Chan's breath hitch.

Before Chan could react, Felix took a step back, his expression hardening again. "I should go," he said abruptly, turning on his heel and walking away.

Chan stood there, stunned and confused, watching Felix's retreating figure. His mind was spinning with what had just happened, trying to make sense of the fleeting connection they had shared.

As Felix disappeared into the distance, Chan's phone buzzed once more, pulling him from his thoughts. He glanced at the screen and saw another message from the unknown number.

Unknown: You're getting closer to the truth. But remember, curiosity can be dangerous.

Chan's stomach churned as he read the message. The threat was clear, and it sent a shiver down his spine. He pocketed his phone, feeling a growing sense of unease.

He turned to head home, his mind a whirlwind of emotions. The night had been filled with unexpected revelations and strange connections, and as he walked through the darkened streets, he couldn't shake the feeling that something was about to change.

The mysterious messages, Felix's sudden shift in mood, and the fleeting moment of closeness between them all left Chan feeling unsettled. He couldn't ignore the growing attraction he felt toward Felix, nor could he deny the unease that came with the unknown threats.

As he approached his house, the sense of danger seemed to follow him, like a shadow lurking just out of sight. Chan knew that he had to stay vigilant, but he also couldn't ignore the confusing feelings that Felix had stirred up within him.

With a deep breath, Chan opened the front door and stepped inside, determined to face whatever challenges lay ahead. But as he closed the door behind him, he couldn't shake the feeling that the night was far from over.

P.S. This one is short so you will get tomorrow one more...