Between two worlds | Chanlix

Men in car

As they walked together towards Felix's flat, the air between them felt different—charged with the lingering heat of their kisses and the intimacy of the night. The streets were quiet now, with only the faint hum of distant traffic and the occasional murmur of the city. Chan felt a strange sense of calm, as if something long-awaited had finally begun to unfold.

When they reached the entrance of Felix's upscale apartment building, Chan hesitated, glancing up at the tall structure looming over them. "I'm grateful for tonight," he said, his voice almost a whisper. "It's... not what I expected, but I needed it."

Felix nodded slowly, his expression softening from its usual coolness. "So did I," he admitted. The hint of warmth in his eyes made him seem more human—less like the untouchable figure Chan had known at work.

Chan's gaze shifted, recalling the recent gossip that had swirled around Felix. "What about that article?" he asked cautiously. "The one about you being engaged?"

Felix rolled his eyes, a small scoff escaping him. "It's a lie," he said flatly. "My father had it planted to make me appear more... 'settled.' But there's no truth to it."

Hearing this, Chan couldn't help but smile. He leaned in and kissed Felix again—a brief, tender touch of lips that was unhurried. It felt like a confirmation, an unspoken acknowledgment of what they were sharing tonight. When he pulled back, Felix's eyes held a flicker of hesitation, as if a wall had not yet fully come down.

Felix spoke, his tone lower and edged with something uncertain. "You know, I can't give you myself—not in the way you might want," he said. "I... can't see myself as a bottom." His eyes darted away, as if he'd exposed a vulnerability he hadn't intended to share.

Chan chuckled softly, a sound that was neither mocking nor dismissive. "Don't push yourself too much into thinking about it," he said gently, placing a hand on Felix's shoulder. "It doesn't matter who's what. All that matters is..." He leaned closer, his voice dropping to a murmur as he whispered in Felix's ear, "If you're that stubborn, then maybe... I'll give myself to you."

Felix's breath caught, his eyes widening in surprise. It wasn't often that he found himself at a loss for words, but there was something disarming in Chan's offer—a boldness that he hadn't anticipated. Slowly, a smirk formed on Felix's lips as he processed the suggestion. "I'll think about it," he replied, his voice steady despite the spark of something deeper igniting behind his gaze.

He pulled Chan closer by the collar, their mouths meeting in a kiss that was harder and more possessive than before. There was a hunger to it—a silent promise that spoke of unfinished business. When they finally broke apart, both were breathing heavily, the tension between them crackling like electricity.

Chan stepped back, his heart pounding as he prepared to walk away. "Goodnight, Felix," he said, his voice laced with something between affection and challenge.

Felix watched him leave, the faintest smile on his lips as he whispered, "Goodnight, Chan." As Chan disappeared down the street, Felix turned to head inside, his mind still lingering on the events of the night.

Unbeknownst to Felix, a black car had been parked a short distance away, and one of his father's guards had been observing the exchange from the shadows. The guard lifted a phone to his ear, speaking quietly as he reported to Felix's father. "Sir, I've seen him. He was with a man."

Felix walked up to his flat, unaware that he had been seen. As he reached his door, a chill ran through him, as if some distant part of him sensed the danger lurking just outside his grasp. For now, though, all he could think about was the warmth that Chan had left behind, the promise in his kiss, and the unexpected thrill of what might come next.