Between two worlds | Chanlix

Melody between us

P.S. I'm sorry for late update, i needed time to sit for this, i will post more...

The morning sun broke through the clouds as Chan entered the office, his usual energy dimmed by a gnawing frustration. The previous night's events replayed endlessly in his mind—the quiet moments at the river, the laughter over street food, the heat of Felix's kiss. Yet now, Felix acted as though none of it had ever happened.Felix sat at his desk, dressed impeccably as always, his white shirt crisp, his tie perfectly aligned. His posture was rigid, his gaze locked on the papers before him. When Chan walked in with some updated drafts for their next project, Felix barely acknowledged him."Leave it on the table," Felix said, his tone curt.Chan lingered for a moment, waiting for Felix to look up, to meet his eyes, but the acknowledgment never came. Felix's sharp focus remained on his work, his cold demeanor like a wall Chan couldn't climb.

"Felix," Chan started, his voice soft but insistent."Is there anything else?" Felix interrupted, still not looking up.Chan clenched his jaw, his frustration building. "No, nothing else," he replied, leaving the room before he said something he'd regret.Back in the studio, Chan sat slumped in his chair, staring at a half-finished song on his laptop. Han was beside him, trying his best to cheer him up."Maybe he's just stressed," Han offered, strumming his guitar lazily. "You know how Felix gets when he's under pressure. He shuts people out.""That's not it," Chan said, his voice heavy. "This is different. He's acting like I don't even exist. Like nothing between us ever happened."Han stopped playing, his expression softening. "Listen, Felix is...complicated. Maybe he's scared, or maybe he's trying to protect you in some weird, Felix-like way. But sulking about it isn't going to solve anything.""I'm not sulking," Chan shot back, though the edge in his voice betrayed the lie.Han chuckled. "Alright, you're not sulking. But you are obsessing. How about we take a break? Let's work on that song for the movie. Something upbeat. Something fun."Chan sighed but nodded. Music was his only escape, and right now, he needed it more than ever.Hours later, they had the foundation of a new track. Han hummed the melody while Chan added layers to the instrumental. For a moment, the weight on Chan's chest lightened. But as the session wrapped up and Han left for the evening, the silence in the studio brought his thoughts back to Felix.

Determined to confront him, Chan decided to try one last time. He walked to Felix's office, his steps quick and purposeful.But when he arrived, Felix was gone. A neatly written note on the door read, "Out for the evening. Urgent work elsewhere."Chan stared at the note, frustration bubbling up inside him. It wasn't urgent work. It was an escape.The following days passed in a haze of awkward interactions and unspoken words. Felix maintained his distance, keeping their conversations strictly professional. Every time Chan tried to bridge the gap, Felix deflected, shutting him down with cold efficiency.By the end of the week, Chan couldn't take it anymore. He sat alone in the studio, the melody of a new song playing softly in the background. He had poured every ounce of his confusion and heartache into it, but it didn't help. The notes felt hollow, the lyrics empty.He leaned back in his chair, staring at the ceiling. Why does this hurt so much? he wondered. Felix's behavior was driving him mad, and the more he thought about it, the more confused he became.Han walked in, holding two cups of coffee. "You look like someone ran over your dog," he joked, handing Chan a cup."Thanks for the visual," Chan muttered, taking a sip.Han sat across from him, studying his friend carefully. "Okay, spill it. What's really going on?"Chan hesitated before finally opening up. "I tried to talk to Felix, but he's avoiding me. Completely. It's like I don't exist anymore."Han frowned. "That's rough. But maybe it's a blessing in disguise. Felix isn't exactly the easiest person to deal with. Maybe some distance will help you figure out what you really want.""I know what I want," Chan said quietly. "But it doesn't matter if he keeps pushing me away."Han placed a comforting hand on his shoulder. "Give it time. Focus on your work, your music. If Felix comes around, great. If not...well, you're stronger than you think."Chan nodded, though his heart felt heavy. He knew Han was right, but it didn't make the pain any easier to bear.That night, Chan walked home alone, the city lights blurring in his vision. As he climbed the stairs to his small apartment, he couldn't shake the feeling that something between him and Felix had shifted permanently—and not for the better.He opened the door to his flat, the quiet space feeling emptier than usual. Tossing his bag onto the couch, he sat by the window, staring out at the bustling streets below.In the distance, a faint melody played from a street performer's guitar, its sad, wistful tune mirroring the turmoil in his heart.