Toy Boy | Chanlix

Is this real?

The morning sunlight filtered through the curtains of the small kitchen, casting a warm glow on the worn wooden table where Chan and his mother sat. The air was tense, a fragile calm hanging between them as they prepared for a conversation that had been a long time coming.

"Mom," Chan began, his voice steady but tinged with an underlying anxiety. "We need to talk about Dad."

His mother, a woman of stoic demeanor and tired eyes, sighed deeply as she stirred her coffee. Her hands, though trembling slightly, held the cup with a practiced grace. "What is there to talk about, Chan? Your father has been... difficult for years."

Chan met her gaze, his expression firm yet filled with concern. "I know, but it's affecting us all. Hanna's been hurt, and I can't keep watching this cycle repeat. I think it's time we consider taking some serious steps."

His mother's eyes softened with a mixture of sadness and resignation. "You're right. I've been avoiding this for too long. It's just... hard to imagine life without him. Even after everything, there's still a part of me that remembers the good times."

"I understand," Chan said, reaching out to touch her hand gently. "But we have to think about our well-being. Hanna and I can't keep living in this environment. We need stability, peace."

His mother looked down, her fingers tracing the rim of her coffee cup. "I've been thinking about it too. I've made up my mind. I'll file for divorce."

Chan's heart swelled with a mixture of relief and apprehension. "Are you sure, Mom? It's going to be tough, but it's the right decision."

She nodded, her eyes resolute. "Yes. It's time to make a change. For our sake."

They shared a quiet moment, both lost in their thoughts. The weight of the decision hung heavy, but there was also a sense of newfound hope. For the first time in a long while, Chan felt a glimmer of optimism about the future.

The days that followed were a whirlwind of emotions and activities. Chan and Seungmin grew closer, their bond strengthening with each passing day. Their dates were filled with laughter, discovery, and an easy camaraderie that felt both refreshing and comforting. They explored art galleries, had quiet dinners, and spent lazy afternoons in the park, enjoying each other's company.

On one particularly sunny afternoon, Chan and Seungmin walked hand-in-hand to school. Their relationship, now public and celebrated among their friends, had brought a sense of normalcy and happiness to Chan's life. Seungmin's presence was a steady anchor amidst the chaos.

As they entered the school grounds, Chan spotted Felix standing by the entrance, his face pale and drawn. The sight of him made Chan's heart sink, but he tried to keep his expression neutral. He had hoped Felix would eventually move on, but the encounter seemed inevitable.

"Chan," Felix said as he approached, his voice pleading. "Can we talk?"

Seungmin glanced between Chan and Felix, his expression a mixture of shyness and concern. He gave Chan a reassuring squeeze before stepping back slightly, giving them space.

Chan took a deep breath, trying to maintain his composure. "Sure, let's talk."

They walked away from the bustling courtyard, heading towards a quieter area of the school grounds. Felix looked more exhausted than ever, his usually vibrant demeanor replaced by a shadow of despair.

"I ended things with the club," Felix began, his voice trembling. "I'm done with that life. I just... I want another chance with you, Chan. I'm willing to change."

Chan's heart ached at Felix's words, but he knew he had to be firm. "Felix, I appreciate that you're trying to make changes, but I'm with Seungmin now. We're happy together."