Toy Boy | Chanlix

Confessions

The morning light filtered through the blinds of Felix's room, casting thin stripes of sunlight across his disheveled bed. Felix sat at the edge of his bed, scrolling through his phone absentmindedly, trying to shake off the haze of sleep. His thoughts were preoccupied with the latest troubling messages from the unknown number. As he unlocked his phone, a new message appeared on the screen.

Unknown: Chan's in deeper than you think. Watch him closely.

Felix's heart skipped a beat. His pulse quickened as he read and reread the message. The mention of Chan sent a jolt of anxiety through him. He had been trying to distance himself from the chaos, but it seemed that the unknown person was determined to drag him back in.

He forced himself to focus on the present, knowing that he had a dance practice session scheduled. Perhaps immersing himself in the physical exertion of practice would help him clear his mind and deal with the turmoil that the messages had stirred up. He grabbed his gym bag and headed out, determined to shake off the unsettling feeling gnawing at him.

As he entered the practice room, the familiar rhythm of music and the energy of his teammates provided a temporary distraction. He pushed himself harder, channeling his frustration into his movements. The practice was intense, and for a while, Felix was able to forget the troubling messages and focus solely on the physical challenge before him.

After practice, Felix headed to his next class, still feeling the lingering unease from the morning. As he walked in, he noticed Chan sitting at his desk, looking visibly tense and distracted. Felix's eyes narrowed slightly. He had tried to reach out to Chan earlier but had received no response. Seeing Chan in class now, Felix felt a mixture of relief and concern.

Chan glanced up as Felix entered and gave him a brief nod. The two exchanged no words as Felix took his seat next to Chan. The atmosphere between them was charged with an unspoken tension. Chan looked increasingly anxious, glancing frequently at his phone.

During the lecture, Chan suddenly stood up and muttered something about needing to use the restroom before hurrying out of the classroom. Felix's curiosity got the better of him. As soon as Chan was out of sight, Felix pulled out his phone, hoping for some distraction from the growing worry in his chest.

He saw another message from the unknown number, and his heart sank as he read it.

Unknown: Chan's got secrets. You better find out what he's hiding, or it will all fall apart.

Felix's hands trembled slightly as he processed the message. The thought that the unknown person had found a way to get to Chan too was terrifying. He clenched his jaw, trying to stay calm. He couldn't just sit back and wait for more threats. He had to confront the situation directly.

When Chan returned, Felix's mind was racing with questions and fears. The class continued, but Felix's focus was solely on Chan. He could sense the unease in Chan's posture and the way he kept checking his phone. The atmosphere between them was increasingly strained.

As the class neared its end, Felix saw Chan's phone buzz with a new message. Chan glanced at it quickly and then looked at Felix, his expression guarded. The tension was palpable, and Felix couldn't ignore the growing sense of urgency.

When the bell rang, signaling the end of the class, Chan hurriedly packed his things and headed out of the room, not waiting for Felix. Felix followed closely, determined to find out what was going on. His mind was consumed with the thought of confronting Chan and getting answers.

In the hallway, Felix intercepted Chan, grabbing his arm gently but firmly. "Chan, wait. We need to talk."

Chan looked up, his face a mask of exhaustion and worry. "What's wrong, Felix?"