The next morning hit like a truck.
Chan barely slept, but he dragged himself into the studio anyway, papers and wires and song drafts piling up around him. His brain buzzed — album deadlines, collaborations, new production schedules — everything moving at full speed.
He was used to chaos.
But what he wasn't used to was *this*.
The special request had landed like a slap across the face that morning:
**Write a love song for Felix and his wife.**
Perform it in front of them at a public ceremony.
Smile while doing it.
He stared at the file on his desk, the mock-up lyrics somebody had suggested, the schedule of the event, the fucking *title* written at the top in big golden letters. It all felt like a cruel joke.
Chan stood up so fast his chair scraped the floor.
The assistants panicked as he stormed through the hallway like a thundercloud, clutching the request papers in his hand.
"Mr. Lee is in a meeting—!" one of them called after him.
He didn't care.
He slammed the door open, stepping inside, closing it hard behind him so nobody else could hear.
Felix was sitting behind his huge glass desk, talking quietly into the phone. When he saw Chan, his posture shifted instantly. His eyes locked onto Chan's furious face, the firestorm radiating from him.
"I'll call you back," Felix said sharply into the phone, ending the call without waiting for a reply.
He leaned back in his chair, calm, composed.
Like he hadn't just shattered whatever was left of Chan's heart.
"What's wrong?" Felix asked, voice even.
Chan marched forward, throwing the request papers onto the glass table between them.
"This is *insane*," he snapped.
"You seriously expect me to write a love song for you and your wife? Of all people?"
Felix didn't flinch.
He stood slowly, the tension rising in the room like heavy smoke.
His suit clung to his body like it was made for him. His golden hair fell into his eyes just a little. He looked unfairly beautiful — calm ocean meeting a raging storm.
Chan hated it.
Hated how much he still wanted him.
Felix walked closer, slowly, his presence like a magnet pulling at every broken piece of Chan.
"It's not my request," Felix said. "It's hers."
Chan barked a bitter laugh, stepping back like he needed the distance to breathe.
"Of course it is. *Of course* the pretty wife wants a song written by her favorite little singer," he spat.
He wasn't even trying to hide the disgust anymore.
"You knew I'd say no," Chan said, shoving his hands into his pockets, knuckles white with rage.
"So why even bother asking me?"
Felix stayed silent for a moment, his eyes scanning Chan's face carefully.
Then, coolly, he said:
"It's a big deal. I'll pay you any amount you want. Just say the price."
That was it.
That was the breaking point.
"You think you can buy everything, huh?" Chan growled, voice shaking.
Something inside him snapped — the anger, the humiliation, the unbearable ache that he had kept buried for too long.
He wasn't the same boy Felix once knew.
He was colder now.
Harder.
Deadlier.
Fine, if Felix wanted to play dirty.
Chan smirked darkly, stepping closer until their chests almost brushed.
Their breaths collided in the charged air between them.
"You want to know my price?" Chan whispered.
Felix's eyes narrowed slightly, sensing the trap but unable to step away.
Chan leaned closer, his words dropping like poison:
"Sleep with me."
Silence exploded between them.
Felix blinked — once, twice — like he thought he misheard.
Chan's smile turned sharper.
He wasn't bluffing.
His eyes said it all: *You want your little love song? Earn it.*
He could see Felix struggling.
Struggling between shock, pride, anger, something else deeper — pain maybe, maybe longing.
Chan turned on his heel, feeling victorious.
There was no way Felix would ever—
"Okay."
The word froze him mid-step.
Chan whipped around so fast it almost made him dizzy.
Felix was standing there, completely serious, eyes locked onto him like he was ready to sign a deal with the devil.
"I'll sleep with you," Felix said, voice low and unshakable.
"Just write the song."
The air was punched out of Chan's lungs.
The world around him tilted.
The walls, the floor, the ceiling — everything spun.
He stared at Felix, completely at a loss for words for the first time in a year.
He thought he had the upper hand.
He thought he was punishing Felix.
But now, standing there with Felix's soul bared open in front of him — Chan wasn't so sure who had truly won.
Or who had lost more.
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Between two worlds | Chanlix
FanfictionChan is a poor, ambitious singer with the big heart aiming to reach his goals but fails every single time. Until his friend will recommend him to go to some corporation and have a try. He will meet a cold-hearted, dominant CEO Lee Felix, who is rul...
