Toy Boy | Chanlix

The truth no-one wants to hear

The bus ride to the mountain retreat had been filled with excitement and chatter, the anticipation of a weekend getaway making everyone giddy. As they arrived at the hotel, the fresh mountain air and the picturesque landscape brought a wave of relief and relaxation. The building itself was a charming old structure, its wooden façade and stone details giving it a rustic appeal. Inside, the warm lights and cozy furnishings created an inviting atmosphere, perfect for unwinding after the long journey.

Chan and his friends—Seungmin, Han, Changbin, and a few others—had quickly settled into their rooms. The plan for the evening was simple: relax, enjoy some games, and have a few drinks. The group gathered in the common area, the clinking of glasses and laughter filling the room as they played board games and card games, their competitive spirits on full display.

"I swear, you're cheating!" Changbin exclaimed as Han made yet another successful move in the game of poker they were playing.

"No way!" Han shot back with a grin. "I'm just that good."

Seungmin, who was lounging on the sofa with Chan, seemed particularly at ease. His hand rested casually on Chan's shoulder, a gesture that had become more frequent and affectionate over the past weeks. Chan found comfort in Seungmin's presence, though the tension between them from the recent revelations was still palpable.

"You guys are so competitive," Chan remarked, taking a sip from his drink. "Can't we just enjoy the night?"

"Where's the fun in that?" Han replied, his eyes sparkling with mischief.

As the night wore on, the group's energy level remained high. They played games, drank, and shared stories from school and beyond. The conversations ranged from trivial matters to deeper, more personal revelations, the alcohol loosening everyone's tongues.

Later, as the night progressed and the games came to an end, Chan and Seungmin retreated to their room. The atmosphere between them was charged with unspoken words and lingering tension. They began to kiss, their movements initially tentative but quickly growing more passionate. Their connection was intense, their physical closeness a stark contrast to the emotional turmoil Chan had been experiencing.

Seungmin, after a particularly heated make-out session, mentioned wanting to take a bath. "I'm going to the bathroom," he said, his voice low and seductive. "I'll be quick. Do you want to join me?"

Chan nodded, his mind still racing but his body craving the intimacy. "Sure. I'll be out on the balcony for a bit first."

Seungmin disappeared into the bathroom, and Chan stepped out onto the balcony, the cool night air a welcome relief. He lit a cigarette, taking long, slow drags as he tried to clear his mind. His phone buzzed, pulling him out of his reverie. It was a message from Felix.

"Hey Chan," the message began, "I'm sorry for everything. I was in a bad place that night. I hope you're okay."

Chan stared at the message, his emotions a turbulent mix of anger, sympathy, and unresolved feelings. He began typing a response but then hesitated, unsure of how to articulate his complex feelings. Before he could decide, another message from Felix came through, expressing regret and a desire to make amends. Chan's heart ached, but he couldn't ignore the betrayal he felt.

He decided to respond, but as he was about to hit send, Seungmin's phone, which was resting on the bedside table, lit up. Chan noticed the notification, and curiosity got the better of him. He walked over to the phone, intending to check the message and maybe bring it to Seungmin.

To his shock, the message was not from Felix or anyone else he recognized. Instead, it was a call log showing a missed call and a series of messages from the unknown number he had been receiving. Chan's heart sank as he saw the messages: "Just checking in," "Still here," "You think you're so special?"