Between two worlds | Chanlix

The scandal that went the other way

The headlines hit like a punch to the gut.

"Top Star Bang Chan and Ex-CEO Lee Felix in Secret Affair?"
"Scandal or Love Story? Fans Split on Explosive Revelation!"
"JYP's Golden Boy Involved with Former Label Head — Truth Revealed!"

Chan stared at the screen, his phone trembling in his hand.

The photos were blurry but undeniable—shots of Felix leaving his apartment, the way they stood close at the river, the tender glance Felix had given him mid-concert. Someone had been following them. Watching.

And now... everyone knew.

He didn't even hear the front door open until Felix gently touched his shoulder.

"Hey," Felix said quietly, placing a takeaway cup on the table. "I saw."

Chan turned to him, panic in his eyes. "This wasn't supposed to happen. We were careful. I don't—what if they think I used you to get where I am? What if they think you were—God, Felix—they're gonna eat us alive."

Felix took a slow breath and sat beside him. His voice was tired but calm. "They always do, Chan. They've been eating me alive for years. I'm still here."

"But I'm not used to this kind of dirt," Chan said. "Not like this. They're twisting everything. They're saying I 'seduced the CEO,' that I broke your marriage, that—"

"I was already broken," Felix cut in firmly. "And you didn't seduce me. I ran to you."

The silence between them hung heavy.

Felix leaned back, staring at the ceiling. "Maybe it was on purpose. Maybe someone wanted to humiliate us. My father, one of his men. Or just some greedy reporter."

Chan's heart was pounding. "There's a show today. It's a big crowd. I—I don't know if I can do this."

Felix turned to him, eyes softening. "You've always known what to do once you stepped on that stage. Trust your heart. Don't hide it."

That Night — On Stage

The stage lights were blinding. The air in the arena buzzed with anticipation.

Bang Chan stood there, hands gripping the mic, heartbeat racing.

He could feel them watching—tens of thousands, maybe more.

He looked to the side briefly. Felix wasn't backstage. He was standing discreetly in the crowd, behind his sunglasses and hoodie. But Chan could feel him there.

He closed his eyes for a moment.

Then opened them, bringing the mic to his lips.

"This next song..." he began, voice trembling at first. Then growing stronger. "It wasn't supposed to be heard like this. But I guess it's time."

The crowd quieted, almost holding its breath.

"It's about someone who didn't just change my music—he changed me. Someone I... love. More than anything." He swallowed hard. "His name is Felix."

The crowd rippled like a wave—shocked gasps, some cheers, murmurs everywhere.

"But this isn't about scandal or headlines," Chan continued. "This is just about... truth. About love. I hope you'll listen."

The music began.

It was a slow, aching piano ballad—one he had written in the quiet of a lonely night. The lyrics poured out like confessions: the fear, the pain, the stolen glances, the moment he thought it was over, and the miracle that it wasn't.