Felix Lee's Ideal Type
It was a day like any other, they were sitting around the living room discussing options for the title track for their next release, each putting forward their preference, and Felix allowed his head to come to rest against Chan’s shoulder. Surprised at how firm it felt beneath his cheek, he lifted a small hand to grip the older man’s bicep and audibly gasped. The sound drew Chan’s attention from the conversation, and he glanced down at the other man, confused.
“What’s up, Lix?” he asked, oblivious.
A blush crept over Felix’s freckled cheeks as he squeezed Chan’s bicep harder, moving his hand around it and whispering in English, “When the fuck did you get so ripped?”
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Felix tells a Stay what his ideal type of guy is at a fan-meet. Chan overhears and decides he wants to fit that criteria.