Toy Boy | Chanlix

Unraveled Secrets

The weekend at Han's house had been a welcome escape from Chan's turbulent life. It was a relief to immerse himself in something so light-hearted and carefree. Han's house was a cozy haven, filled with laughter, warmth, and the delicious smells of home-cooked meals. Changbin, with his easygoing nature, quickly became a friend Chan could rely on. The three of them spent their days playing video games, ordering takeout, and just enjoying each other's company.

One evening, after a particularly intense round of video games and a large pizza delivery, they decided to unwind with a few drinks. Han, with his usual enthusiasm, took the lead, setting up a mini bar in the living room. Changbin and Chan followed suit, eager to join in the fun.

The room was filled with the clinking of glasses, laughter, and the occasional shout as they played drinking games. The atmosphere was light and jovial, the kind of carefree joy that Chan had missed for a long time.

As the night progressed, the alcohol took its toll. Han, clearly more inebriated than the rest, began to loosen up even further. His speech became slurred, and he laughed at everything with a bit too much gusto. Changbin, while also tipsy, seemed to take on the role of the responsible one, occasionally glancing at Han with a mix of amusement and concern.

Chan was caught in the middle, enjoying the camaraderie but also feeling a nagging curiosity about Han's earlier comments about Felix. It had been a casual remark, but it had left Chan wondering if there was more to Felix's story than he knew.

The evening wore on, and Han's drunken state reached a point where he began to spill secrets. "You know," Han started, his voice wavering slightly as he looked at Chan, "Felix... he's got a lot of stuff going on that you don't know about."

Changbin, sitting next to him, shot Han a warning glance. "Han, maybe we should just stick to having fun tonight."

But Han, now with a glass in hand and a slightly unfocused gaze, shook his head vigorously. "No, I'm telling you. Felix... he's not just some cool guy who fights and dances. There's... there's a lot more. Dark stuff. Stuff you wouldn't believe."

Chan's interest piqued, and he leaned forward slightly. "What do you mean, dark stuff?"

Han took a deep swig from his glass, seemingly undeterred by Changbin's attempts to steer the conversation elsewhere. "I mean, there's so much more to him. He's got secrets—things that would shock you."

Changbin's patience was wearing thin. "Han, we don't need to get into this now. Let's just enjoy the night."

But Han was insistent. "No, seriously. It's not just about him being popular. There are things that people don't see. Things that he keeps hidden. And I think..." He faltered, his words slurring together. "I think it's something you should know about. But it's not important... not tonight."

Chan's curiosity was at its peak, but the combination of Han's drunken state and Changbin's discomfort made him hesitant to press further. He glanced over at Changbin, who looked visibly relieved as Han's head began to droop.

Han eventually collapsed onto the couch, his breathing steadying into the rhythmic patterns of sleep. Chan and Changbin were left alone in the living room, the haze of alcohol mixing with the dim light from a nearby lamp.

Changbin, seeing an opportunity to steer the conversation away from Han's ramblings, leaned closer to Chan. "Hey, I know Han was rambling a bit, but... there's some truth to what he said. Felix is a complicated person."

Chan looked at Changbin, sensing the depth in his words. "What do you mean?"

Changbin sighed, rubbing his eyes. "Felix has been through a lot. We all have our demons, but his... they're particularly heavy. He's had a tough past, and it's not something he's comfortable talking about. It's not my place to reveal everything, but just know that there's more to him than what meets the eye."

Chan nodded slowly, absorbing the gravity of Changbin's words. "I get that. I just want to understand him better. It's hard when there are so many secrets."

Changbin gave Chan a sympathetic look. "Sometimes, it's better to let people reveal themselves when they're ready. Prying too much can push them away."

Chan considered this, feeling a pang of regret for pressing Han earlier. He had hoped to uncover something that might explain Felix's behavior, but now he realized that perhaps he needed to approach it differently.

As the night wore on, the effects of the alcohol began to take their toll on Chan as well. He felt his eyelids growing heavy, and the room seemed to spin slightly. Changbin's quiet presence was comforting, and Chan soon found himself sinking into a relaxed state, the worries of the day fading into the background.

Suddenly, Chan's phone buzzed on the coffee table, jolting him awake. He fumbled for it, his hand still unsteady from the drinks. He glanced at the screen and saw a new message from the unknown number.

Unknown: Meet me at this address. There's something you need to see. [Address of a club]

Chan's heart skipped a beat. The address was unfamiliar, and the message had a sense of urgency that made him uneasy. He looked at Changbin, who was half-asleep on the other side of the room, and then at the address on his phone. The club was located in a part of town he wasn't familiar with, and the thought of going there alone made him apprehensive.

He knew he should wait until morning to think things through, but the message felt like a beckoning call, something he couldn't ignore. Chan's mind raced with possibilities. Was this related to the secrets Han mentioned? Was it connected to the threats he had received before?

As he stared at the address, Chan felt a cold shiver run down his spine. The night had taken on a darker, more ominous tone, and he couldn't shake the feeling that he was about to step into something dangerous.

He hesitated, torn between his curiosity and the gnawing sense of dread. Finally, he decided to take a deep breath and think it through. He couldn't ignore the message, but he needed to be careful.

Chan carefully slipped his phone back into his pocket, looking over at Han, who was now snoring softly on the couch. Changbin was still asleep, his chest rising and falling with each breath. He felt a pang of guilt for potentially leaving them behind, but the message had piqued his curiosity too strongly.

With a final glance at his friends, Chan quietly gathered his things and prepared to head out. The address of the club lingered in his mind, a dark promise of secrets and revelations waiting to be uncovered.

He stepped out into the cool night air, the streetlights casting eerie shadows on the pavement. The address was not far from where he lived, but the unknown nature of the place made it feel like a journey into the abyss.

As Chan walked toward the club, his thoughts were a whirlwind of anxiety and anticipation. What awaited him there? Would he find answers, or would he be walking into a trap?

The night seemed to stretch on endlessly, and Chan's footsteps echoed in the silent streets. With each step, he felt the weight of his decisions pressing down on him, knowing that whatever lay ahead would change everything.

P.S. The next one will be on 27th.