Looking at Felix, Chan often caught himself thinking he was the ing luckiest man ever. In those moments, he couldn't help but remember the first time they met, months ago. It was in January, the whole world was white with snow and Felix was there, bright as the summer sun with his brown skin and freckles, fresh arrived from Australia. He had big round eyes, full of curiosity for this country he didn’t know. He had one friend, Jisung, and his step-brother Minho, the only people he knew, his anchors in this new chapter of his life. Chan remembered thinking if he had looked the same when he came to Korea too, years ago. Over the months, Chan had watched him grow more confident, at least that's how it looked like for Chan, to see Felix get out of his shell. He did watch him but he never tried to get to know him. Chan thought himself of too much of a mess to try and get closer to Felix. They were practically strangers, knowing each other's names, knowing each other's friends but never talking. Until that day. That fateful day Chan knew he'd always remember. It was a hot day in June and for some reason, Felix had come to his studio with a peach flavoured iced tea in hand. Felix had asked Minho to drive him, wanting to surprise Chan. The latter had been so surprised he had asked why Felix would go out of his way, watching the younger's face fall. He had quickly gone on telling him that he was pleasantly surprised, that peach was his favourite fruit and that he didn’t mind Felix coming to see him but they literally had never interacted before and Chan was just curious to know why, why now. Felix had then smiled and asked him on a date. After buffering for a few seconds, Chan agreed and Felix left, telling him he'd text him the details.

Day after day, date after date, Chan found himself falling more for Felix every time. He was still cautious around him, a little voice in his head telling him that he shouldn’t "taint" Felix but he still couldn't help but want to be close to him. And sometimes, with Felix beside him, with Felix holding his hand, with Felix kissing him, Chan could quiet that little voice. Other times, he lied wide awake in his bed, alone, listening to what that voice told him. That Felix was too good for him, that Chan could nev