( Bang Chan + Lee Felix )
❝I don't want my Lixie to leave me...❞
┈┈ mistopher | 2022 ++
Traumatized from his past of sex addiction, intercourse is the last thing that Chan wishes to partake in. However, he is yet to adopt the habits of healthy commu...
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⇒ Blueprint Apartments 1:45am
The dip of his palms was held up to his eyes, applying subtle pressure in hopes of keeping him more awake as he walked toward the entrance of the apartment complex, striving to keep himself from falling forward. Groaning, relieved when he arrived at the door with his apartment number engraved at the top, Chan took the bunch of keys from his pocket, aligning the correct one with the narrow lock.
And then he stumbled inside, sighing out of relief, but trying to keep the noise at a minimum, assuming that his boyfriend was asleep. Sliding his shoes off and eagerly cramming them close to another few pairs near the door, Chan drew the arms of his thick, padded coat down from his body.
He was so grateful, for his security partner.
So thankful that the unnamed man was generous enough to take up the shared load of their shift, just so that Chan could take hold of the slumber that the remaining half of the night had to offer.
Capturing sleep over the two weeks since he had started working on that school compound wasn't the easiest task for Chan.
Not when he aimed to maximize alone time with Felix during the daytime, considering that the blond was off from work for some time, due to some personal issues at the office that Dr. Lee had briefly mentioned in his broad, formal email. So naps weren't always possible, and when they were, Chan's body's reluctance to adapt to the new lifestyle never allowed seeable efficiency.
But he'd adjust. Chan trusted that at least one more week was necessary to fully settle in his new position, and in the discomforting demands of those nightshifts.
Sighing, again, with hooded eyes and dry, parted lips, he pulled his grey polo shirt off from over his head, tossing it onto the couch, and hoping that Felix would be understanding as to not scold him for it the following morning.
But then, unintentionally and without even fully accepting the figure that the dim light allowed his eyes the opportunity to recognize, Chan paused in his steps, head cocked to the side, and his consciousness a bit more awake than a few seconds earlier.
Felix's hair was blond, and fairly long, but not that long. And since when was the younger one to fall asleep on the sofa? Or perhaps it was Chan's sleepy head brewing all of those questions.
So, innocent, he stepped toward the back of the couch, bare chest facing soothing tickles from the strands of hair against it as he leaned, eyes closing to wake Felix up with a soft kiss on the lips.
