Toy Boy | Chanlix

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The late evening air was crisp, carrying with it the promise of a fresh start. Chan had left his apartment, deciding on a solitary walk to clear his mind. The streetlights cast elongated shadows as he meandered through the quiet streets, his thoughts tangled in the recent chaos of his life. The events of the past week had left him emotionally drained, but he hoped the walk would bring some clarity.

As he turned a corner, he noticed a group of people clustered around a dimly lit alleyway. Their laughter and loud voices cut through the night, and Chan's attention was immediately drawn to the center of their commotion. To his shock, he saw Felix, slouched and barely able to stand, surrounded by the raucous crowd.

"Hey, Felix!" Chan called out, his voice laced with concern as he approached the scene. The crowd, clearly intoxicated themselves, ignored his presence, intent on dragging Felix further into their midst.

Felix looked up, his eyes glassy and unfocused. When he saw Chan, a glimmer of recognition sparked through his haze. "Chan..." he slurred, his voice barely audible.

The sight of Felix in such a vulnerable state ignited a fierce protectiveness in Chan. He pushed through the group, his anger boiling over. "Get away from him! What do you think you're doing?"

One of the drunken men turned towards Chan, his face twisted with irritation. "Mind your own business, man. Felix is with us."

"I'm his friend," Chan said, his tone leaving no room for argument. "And I'm taking him home."

Chan's presence seemed to cut through the haze of the crowd's drunkenness, and they reluctantly stepped aside. Felix leaned heavily against Chan, his body swaying. Chan, with a surge of determination, gently lifted Felix into his arms, cradling him in a bridal carry.

Felix whimpered softly, burying his face against Chan's shoulder. Chan's heart ached as he felt the weight of Felix's distress. "I've got you," Chan whispered, his voice soothing. "I'll take you home."

The walk to Chan's apartment was a quiet one, punctuated only by Felix's occasional sobs. Chan's mind raced with a mix of emotions—concern, guilt, and an unrelenting sense of responsibility. When they finally reached his flat, Chan carefully carried Felix inside and settled him on the couch.

He covered Felix with a warm blanket and sat beside him, rubbing his arms gently to provide some comfort. "Just try to relax," Chan said softly. "I'll be here with you until morning."

Felix's eyes were red and puffy, and he looked at Chan with a mix of gratitude and sorrow. "I'm sorry, Chan. I didn't mean to... to cause any trouble."

Chan shook his head, brushing a strand of hair from Felix's face. "You don't have to apologize. Just rest. We'll talk in the morning."

As the night wore on, Chan found himself lying beside Felix on the couch, the warmth of his body providing a soothing contrast to the emotional storm swirling within him. Felix, now calmer, cuddled closer to Chan, seeking comfort in his presence. Chan's heart ached with a complex blend of emotions—affection, guilt, and a deep-seated worry.

Despite his best efforts to push away these feelings, Chan couldn't ignore the magnetic pull he felt towards Felix. The closeness, the intimacy of the moment, was both comforting and unsettling. He knew he was treading on dangerous ground, but he couldn't deny the warmth spreading through him as Felix nestled against him.

As the night deepened, Chan drifted off to sleep, Felix's steady breathing a comforting rhythm beside him. The shared warmth and proximity felt so right, yet so fraught with complications. Chan was painfully aware of the choice he had to make, and the growing tension between his feelings for Felix and his commitment to Seungmin.

The morning light filtered through the curtains, gently waking Chan from his restless slumber. He glanced at Felix, who was still curled up beside him, sleeping peacefully. Chan's heart ached at the sight, a storm of conflicting emotions churning within him.

He quietly got up, careful not to wake Felix, and made his way to the kitchen. He wrote a brief note, expressing his apologies for leaving so suddenly and assuring Felix that he had to take care of some matters. The note was simple but heartfelt, and he placed it on the coffee table where Felix would see it upon waking.

Chan's departure was swift, his mind preoccupied with the tasks awaiting him. He knew he had to face Seungmin soon, and the thought filled him with a sense of dread and uncertainty. As he walked out of his apartment, he couldn't shake the image of Felix's tear-streaked face from his mind.

When Chan arrived home, Seungmin was already there, waiting for him with a concerned look on his face. The tension was palpable as Seungmin immediately noticed the faint scent of alcohol lingering on Chan's clothes.

"Chan," Seungmin said, his voice tight with worry. "You smell like you've been drinking. What happened?"

Chan hesitated, struggling to find the right words. "I was helping Felix. He was in danger, and I had to make sure he was safe."

Seungmin's eyes narrowed with a mix of concern and jealousy. "Helping Felix? So, you spent the night with him?"

Chan nodded, feeling the weight of Seungmin's hurt. "Yes, but it was nothing more than that. He was drunk and in trouble. I just wanted to make sure he was okay."

Seungmin's face softened, though his eyes still held a trace of sadness. "I get that you wanted to help, but you can't keep getting involved with him. It's affecting us."

"I know," Chan said, his voice heavy with regret. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean for it to come between us. I just... I felt like I had to be there for him."

Seungmin sighed, taking Chan's hand in his. "I understand. But you need to make sure you're not losing yourself in the process. We have something good here, and I don't want to see it fall apart."

Chan nodded, appreciating Seungmin's understanding. "You're right. Let's go out and have something to eat. It'll help clear my head."

As they walked to a nearby café, Chan's mind was still clouded with the events of the past night. He had hoped that spending time with Seungmin would help him regain some sense of normalcy. They ordered their food and sat down, trying to focus on their conversation and the simple pleasure of being together.

Chan's phone buzzed, pulling him out of his thoughts. He glanced at the screen and saw a new message from the unknown number. His heart skipped a beat as he opened it, the message containing a chilling, cryptic note:

"Want to sit on 2 chairs, how ungrateful, mister Bang Chan."

The words sent a shiver down Chan's spine, a sense of dread settling over him. He looked at Seungmin, who was chatting animatedly about their plans for the weekend trip with friends. Chan tried to shake off the unsettling feeling, but the message lingered in his mind, a dark cloud overshadowing the moment.

Seungmin noticed Chan's distracted expression and reached out, placing a comforting hand on his. "Are you okay? You seem... off."

Chan forced a smile, nodding. "Yeah, just... a lot on my mind. But I'm okay."

Seungmin's concern was evident, but he didn't push further. Instead, they continued their meal, trying to enjoy each other's company despite the shadow of Chan's worries. As they left the café, Chan felt a deep sense of unease, knowing that the unknown number and the threats it contained were far from over.

The days leading up to the weekend trip were filled with a mix of anticipation and anxiety. Chan struggled to keep his focus on the positive aspects of his life, trying to push aside the looming sense of danger that seemed to follow him. As he prepared for the trip with friends and Seungmin, he hoped that the change of scenery would provide some much-needed respite.

But as Chan and Seungmin set off for the weekend getaway, the message from the unknown number weighed heavily on his mind, a constant reminder that the shadows of his past were never truly gone.