Toy Boy | Chanlix

Unstoppable Force

Chan wandered through the quiet streets, his heart heavy with regret and confusion. He couldn't shake the image of Felix's hurt expression from his mind. He had to find him, to explain everything. The words from the unknown number echoed in his head, but he pushed them aside. Right now, all that mattered was Felix.

As he passed by an old, rundown house on the edge of town, he noticed a figure sitting on the steps, bathed in the soft glow of a streetlamp. Chan's heart skipped a beat as he recognized the familiar silhouette—Felix. He looked so alone, so lost, and Chan felt a pang of guilt twist in his chest.

Without thinking, he approached Felix, the gravel crunching under his shoes alerting the other boy to his presence. Felix glanced up, his eyes widening slightly when he saw Chan, but he quickly looked away, his expression guarded.

"Felix..." Chan began softly, sitting down beside him on the cold stone steps. The night air was cool, and the silence between them felt heavy, charged with unspoken words.

"What do you want, Chan?" Felix's voice was quiet, but there was a hint of bitterness in it that made Chan wince.

"I wanted to find you," Chan replied, his eyes fixed on the ground as he gathered his thoughts. "To explain... about Seungmin."

Felix let out a hollow laugh, shaking his head. "You don't need to explain, Chan. I get it. You're popular, you've got people who care about you. You don't need to worry about me."

"It's not like that," Chan insisted, turning to face Felix, his heart aching at the sight of the sadness in Felix's eyes. "Seungmin... he kissed me, yeah, but it didn't mean anything. I didn't want it. I didn't ask for it."

Felix's jaw tightened, and he looked away, his hands clenched into fists on his lap. "It doesn't matter, Chan. You're... you. You could have anyone you want. Who would want someone like me?"

"Someone like you?" Chan repeated, frowning. "What do you mean by that?"

Felix laughed again, but this time it was a bitter, self-deprecating sound. "A whore, Chan. That's what I am, right? Who would want a whore like me?"

Chan's stomach twisted at Felix's words, anger flaring up inside him. "Don't say that about yourself," he snapped, his voice sharper than he intended. "You're not a whore, Felix. You're so much more than that."

Felix finally met Chan's gaze, his eyes filled with a mix of pain and disbelief. "You don't know what it's like, Chan. You don't know what I've done..."

"I know enough," Chan interrupted, his voice softening as he reached out to gently take Felix's hand. "I know you didn't choose this life. I know you're scared and you feel trapped. But that doesn't make you any less worthy of love, of happiness."

Felix stared at him, his eyes wide with surprise. "Why do you care so much? After everything... why?"

"Because I care about you, Felix," Chan said earnestly, his fingers tightening around Felix's. "You're not just some guy I know. You're important to me. And I can't stand seeing you like this, thinking so little of yourself."

The air between them crackled with tension, a charged energy that neither of them could ignore. Felix's breath hitched, his eyes searching Chan's face as if looking for some sign that he wasn't just hearing things, that Chan really meant what he was saying.

And Chan did. More than anything, he wanted Felix to understand that he wasn't alone, that he didn't have to carry this burden by himself. The connection between them was undeniable, and Chan knew, deep down, that it was something real—something worth fighting for.