Toy Boy | Chanlix

Treading on Thin Ice

The sun had barely risen when Chan and Felix stepped out of the car and into the quiet morning air. The streets were empty, the city still asleep, and the only sound was the occasional chirping of birds greeting the dawn. Felix glanced at Chan, his eyes heavy with the weight of their conversation.

Chan led the way to a small local café, one that was a bit off the beaten path but had a reputation for great food and an even better atmosphere. It was the kind of place where people went to escape the noise of the city, to hide away and enjoy a few moments of peace. They found a secluded booth near the back, where the light was dim and the seats were cushioned and comfortable.

As they settled into their seats, a waitress appeared with a warm smile, handing them menus. They ordered simple breakfasts—eggs, toast, coffee—and then sat in silence, each lost in their own thoughts.

Felix was the first to speak, his voice soft but steady. "Last night was... I don't know, it was something I didn't expect."

Chan nodded, his gaze fixed on the table as he traced the wood grain with his fingertip. "Me neither. But I don't regret it, Felix. I don't regret being with you."

Felix looked down at his hands, which were resting on the table. "Chan, I can't... I can't give you what you deserve. I'm messed up. My life is messed up. What happened last night, it felt real, but... I can't afford to be in a relationship right now. I'm still stuck in this... this life, and I don't want to drag you into it."

The words were like a knife to Chan's heart, but he kept his expression neutral, refusing to let the pain show. He understood where Felix was coming from, even if it hurt to hear. "I get it, Felix. I really do. We don't have to put a label on anything. We can just... take it one day at a time. But I'm here for you, okay? No matter what."

Felix's eyes softened, gratitude shining through the sadness. "Thank you, Chan. That means a lot."

They ate their breakfast in relative silence, both of them lost in their thoughts. The food was good, but it was hard to enjoy it with the heaviness hanging between them. Still, Chan was grateful for the quiet moment, for the chance to just be with Felix, even if it was under complicated circumstances.

After they finished, Felix drove Chan back home. The car ride was quiet, each of them processing everything that had happened. When they finally reached Chan's house, Felix hesitated, his hand lingering on the steering wheel.

"I'll see you around?" Felix said, his voice a mix of uncertainty and hope.

"Yeah," Chan replied, offering a small smile. "Take care of yourself, Felix."

Felix nodded, watching as Chan climbed out of the car and headed towards his house. Chan turned back for a moment, catching Felix's gaze one last time before heading inside.

The door clicked shut behind him, and Chan leaned against it, letting out a breath he didn't realize he had been holding. His emotions were a tangled mess, a mixture of affection, frustration, and worry. But he knew one thing for sure—he wasn't going to give up on Felix, no matter how difficult things got.

Later that afternoon, Chan was in his room, trying to distract himself with homework, when there was a knock at the door. His mother wasn't home, so he went to answer it, surprised to find Changbin standing there, his expression dark and troubled.

"Changbin?" Chan asked, stepping aside to let his friend in. "What's going on?"

Changbin didn't answer right away. He walked into the living room and sat down on the couch, running a hand through his hair in frustration. "It's Hyunjin," he finally said, his voice low and pained. "He... he broke things off. Whatever it was we had, it's over."