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Chan is sure he had closed the blinds completely shut last night before he went to bed. So why is the goddamn sun shining so aggressively through the window and right onto his face? He brings both his hands to his face to rub his eyes sleepily, stretching his whole body, still his eyesl remain firmly closed. With one swift move he turns around in his bed, away from the bright sun, determined to get some more sleep since his alarm hadn't gotten off just yet. He makes no move to open his eyes as he pulls the blanket tighter around his body, humming softly as he slowly feels himself drifting back off to sleep.

The loud sound of the alarm rips him out of his deep slumber just about one hour later and he groans, barely opening his eyes which are still heavy with sleep. He blindly reaches out for the phone and when he finally feels it in his hand, the brightness of the screen burning his eyes, he immediately turns off the annoying noise of the alarm. It is then that he realizes that this is not his phone. Confused, he sits up and rubs his eyes slowly before he takes a look around the room. This is not his bed and also not his room.

He quickly pulls the blanket off of him, gasping when he sees the pokemon pyjama pants that he most definitely did not put on last night when he went to bed. His vision blurs as he turns his head, catching a glimpse of something blue in the mirror. He blinks a few times to get rid of the blur and to make sure he's seeing this correctly. That is not him in the mirror.

The reflection staring back at him is no other than his best friend Felix, who he also has a big crush on. If he's in Felix's body now, that could only mean that Felix is soon gonna wake up in his. Shit.

Chan gets up from the bed and immediately steps closer to the mirror to take a good look at Felix’s body, running his fingers along the pretty freckles on his face. He lets his eyes wander down his body, his fingers following the path of his eyes down his throat to his collar bones, then further down to his abdomen. He shouldn't, but he can't help himself as he lifts up the shirt to take a look at the muscles. His fingers run along the soft skin of his stomach, biting his lip as he lets his fingers move lower until they hit the waistband of his pants. Chan knows that it's wrong fot him to touch his friends’ body like that but he can't stop himself. He's dreamt of this for so long. To be able to touch Felix like this, see him like this.

A soft knock on the door pulls him from his thoughts and he swallows thickly, pulling the shirt back down before he mumbles out a soft “Yeah?” Seungmin opens the door and steps inside the room, plopping himself down on Felix’s bed with a huff. “Manager Hyung just called, the interview for today has been canceled. Apparently the studio has been booked double and they'd rather have the other group come. So they called to cancel. That means we only have dance practice later today if the hot sauce hyungs can be forced out of the studio… Do you maybe wanna go shopping before practice?”, he asks, crossing his legs. Chan panics a little, how is he supposed to act around Seungmin? He clears his throat and shakes his head, running his fingers through the bright blue hair. “Any other day I'd say yes, but I'm not… feeling quite like myself today. I'd much rather stay inside my room until we have to leave for practice,” Chan says, giving Seungmin what he hopes is a reassuring smile. Seungmin just nods, then gets back up from the bed and places a hand on Chans shoulder. “Are you okay, hyung? You're not getting sick, are you?” he steps closer to him and looks at him, worried. Chan doesn't meet his eyes and instead wraps his arms around his friend. This is something Felix would do, right? Felix likes skindship, so this shouldn't be suspicious. But Chan feels weird, almost awkward when Seungmin returns the hug. Usually the younger male would fight any affection from him or run away dramatically whenever Chan comes closer.

“I'm fine Minnie, I promise,” Chan tells him, before he lets go of the hug and smiles at Seungmin again, “don't worry about me,” he adds. Seungmin nods again and makes his way to the door, turning around to look at him once before he opens it. “I'll see you later then, hyung.” And just like that, Chan is alone again. He looks back at the mirror, sighing before he decides that he probably should take a shower.

In the bathroom, he grabs one of the towels out of the drawer and places it on the hook right next to the shower. He then quickly gets undressed, trying not to look down his body and avoiding the mirror that's hanging over the sink. While he does want to have a look at Felix's body, it feels wrong to him. This is not his own body, so he shouldn't even think of that and just put his own damn feelings aside. Felix wouldn't like that, he would probably feel violated and never speak to Chan ever again if he found out.

He turns on the shower, waiting for the water to heat up before stepping in and letting the water hit his skin. His eyes fall shut as the warm water pours down on him, drowning all his thoughts and worries and flushing them down the drain. Without thinking, he grabs the first shampoo bottle he can find and squeezes a generous amount on his hands, massaging it gently into the hair. As he washes the shampoo out, a bit of blue dye catches his eye and he curses to himself quietly for not thinking of the freshly dyed hair. He should've checked the shampoo bottles, because of course Felix has to have special shampoo for his hair. Right?

But, he doesn't see any color protecting shampoo in the shower. A sigh of relief leaves his lips and he grabs the only body wash he sees in the shower, rubbing it onto his arms and chest, then his legs. His hands get closer to Felix's dick and he bites his lip, face burning hot as his fingers brush against it. Why is he getting embarrassed? This is not much different from washing his own body, right? The only difference is that this is his best friend's body. No big deal, he thinks, this is no big deal, yeah. He finishes washing off, then he steps out of the shower and wraps the towel around his waist before he makes his way back to Felix's room. In the hall he meets Jeongin, who gives him a smile and a “morning hyung” as he makes his way to the bathroom. Chan smiles back at the maknae, patting him softly on the back as he passes him.

Once he's back in Felix's room, he locks the door behind him, his towel dropping to the floor. He does not care though. Instead he just leaves it on the floor and makes his way to Felix's wardrobe to get something to wear. While he goes through one of the drawers to get some underwear, he stumbles upon a box tucked away in the far back. Before he can stop himself, he grabs it, eyes widenening when he removes the lid and sees what is inside it. His dick twitches at the sight of the toys sitting in the box and he grabs one of the dildos, running his fingers over it. This could be about his size, he thinks but he's not too sure since it looks so big in Felixs small hands. He puts it back, face flushed bright red. Once again, his dick twitches and he can feel himself getting hard at the thought of Felix using the toys on himself. The way he would lay on his bed, stretching his hole with his fingers first, working himself up to three fingers before using the toy to stretch himself even more. Pretty pink lips parting with loud moans as he fucks himself hard, hitting his prostate with every thrust. Would he moan Chans name? What would he sound like? Would he wish that Chan was fucking him instead? How pretty would he look all fucked out, begging for Chan to fuck him?

“Fuck it,” he says out loud, putting the box back. He's fully hard by now, the tip an angry red and already leaking beads of pre cum. Felixs dick is cute, just like him. A bit on the smaller side, sure but it still has Chan salivating over it.

“I am so sorry Lix.” Chan stumbles back until his legs hit the bed and he sits down on it, eyes fixated on the mirror in front of him as he hesitantly wraps his hand around his dick and gives it a slow testing tug. The moan coming out of his mouth startles him a bit, it sounds so deep and so different from his own moans. His eyes don't leave the mirror, fixated on how Felix's body looks, as he spits on his hand and wraps it around his dick again. He looks so pretty like this, Chan thinks, and he feels guilty for taking advantage of the situation. He isn’t supposed to see his best friend (and crush) like this without his consent.

The added saliva makes the glide of his hand so much easier and smoother. “Fuck,” he moans out, “oh my god.” He sucks in a breath, biting down on his lip while his hand finds a rhythm that feels good. A blush spreads across his face as he watches himself (or rather Felix) masturbate in the mirror. His whole body is on fire, waves of pleasure crashing over him with each stroke of his hand. He moves his thumb through the slit, spreading the pre cum around, gasping and moaning at the sensation before he forms a ring with his pointer finger and thumb, watching the tip peek through as he moves his hand. Another string of moans fall from his lips, this time louder and he slaps a hand over his mouth to quiet down but the noises still ring loudly in his ear. As much as he'd like to hear all the noises, he can't risk getting caught.

Felix's body is sensitive, he notes. Each stroke of his hand has him biting back more moans, dick twitching and leaking so much pre cum.

Chan moves back on the bed, leaning against the headboard and spreading his legs, giving him a good view of more of Felix's body. His eyes wander over the reflection in the mirror, watching how Felix's small hand moves over his dick, trying to burn this image into his memory. He's moving his hand a bit faster now, the wet squelching noise echoing through the room. Chan brings the other hand to his nipple, his fingertip just barely grazing over it and his whole body twitches in response with pleasure. A moan falls from his lips but now he doesn't care to hold them back anymore. He wants, no, he needs to hear Felix's moans. They're turning slowly from deep groans to high pitched whines the closer he gets to orgasming. Chan pinches a nipple between his fingers, his other hand speeding up the movements on his dick, concentrating on the tip. That's where Felix is most sensitive, his whole body reacting to it, toes curling and body shaking. He's oh so close, he can almost taste his orgasm on the tip of his tongue.

“Fuck,” he moans out, toes curling as he thrusts his hips up to meet his hand, chasing his high. “Ah~ oh god…”

A thought crosses his mind, how would it sound if he moaned his own name with Felix's voice? Would it be weird to moan his own name? Surely, but he really wants to hear what it sounds like coming from Felix. This is the closest he'll ever get to the real thing, he thinks.

“Ah Channie, Chris~ I'm so close… gonna cum,” he groans, his hips stuttering as he finally reaches his orgasm, shooting pearly white ropes of cum onto his chest and stomach. He continues to move his hand on his dick to ride out his orgasm, whimpering slightly with how sensitive he is now. In his post orgasm haze he lets one finger run through the cum coating his stomach and then brings it up to his lips, wrapping them around his finger and moaning at the taste.

As his mind clears up, the haze slowy disappearing, he feels waves of guilt coming over him, ashamed at what he's just done. He tries not to meet Felix's eyes in the mirror when he gets up to grab a wet tissue to clean his mess up with.

Felix would hate him if he ever found out, Chan is sure of it, his head hanging down in shame as he shakily gets himself dressed to go to the other dorm to apologise to Felix. He feels absolutely horrible, hands trembling as he fumbles with the buttons of his shirt and his stomach is churning at the thought of facing Felix. After the fifth try to button up his shirt he sighs out in frustration and he runs his hands through his hair, sitting back down on the bed.

He needs to tell Felix, confess to him that he fucked up.

But today is not that day.

Chan is sure he had closed the blinds completely shut last night before he went to bed. So why is the goddamn sun shining so aggressively through the window and right onto his face? He brings both his hands to his face to rub his eyes sleepily, stretching his whole body, still his eyesl remain firmly closed. With one swift move he turns around in his bed, away from the bright sun, determined to get some more sleep since his alarm hadn't gotten off just yet. He makes no move to open his eyes as he pulls the blanket tighter around his body, humming softly as he slowly feels himself drifting back off to sleep.

The loud sound of the alarm rips him out of his deep slumber just about one hour later and he groans, barely opening his eyes which are still heavy with sleep. He blindly reaches out for the phone and when he finally feels it in his hand, the brightness of the screen burning his eyes, he immediately turns off the annoying noise of the alarm. It is then that he realizes that this is not his phone. Confused, he sits up and rubs his eyes slowly before he takes a look around the room. This is not his bed and also not his room.

He quickly pulls the blanket off of him, gasping when he sees the pokemon pyjama pants that he most definitely did not put on last night when he went to bed. His vision blurs as he turns his head, catching a glimpse of something blue in the mirror. He blinks a few times to get rid of the blur and to make sure he's seeing this correctly. That is not him in the mirror.

The reflection staring back at him is no other than his best friend Felix, who he also has a big crush on. If he's in Felix's body now, that could only mean that Felix is soon gonna wake up in his. Shit.

Chan gets up from the bed and immediately steps closer to the mirror to take a good look at Felix’s body, running his fingers along the pretty freckles on his face. He lets his eyes wander down his body, his fingers following the path of his eyes down his throat to his collar bones, then further down to his abdomen. He shouldn't, but he can't help himself as he lifts up the shirt to take a look at the muscles. His fingers run along the soft skin of his stomach, biting his lip as he lets his fingers move lower until they hit the waistband of his pants. Chan knows that it's wrong fot him to touch his friends’ body like that but he can't stop himself. He's dreamt of this for so long. To be able to touch Felix like this, see him like this.

A soft knock on the door pulls him from his thoughts and he swallows thickly, pulling the shirt back down before he mumbles out a soft “Yeah?” Seungmin opens the door and steps inside the room, plopping himself down on Felix’s bed with a huff. “Manager Hyung just called, the interview for today has been canceled. Apparently the studio has been booked double and they'd rather have the other group come. So they called to cancel. That means we only have dance practice later today if the hot sauce hyungs can be forced out of the studio… Do you maybe wanna go shopping before practice?”, he asks, crossing his legs. Chan panics a little, how is he supposed to act around Seungmin? He clears his throat and shakes his head, running his fingers through the bright blue hair. “Any other day I'd say yes, but I'm not… feeling quite like myself today. I'd much rather stay inside my room until we have to leave for practice,” Chan says, giving Seungmin what he hopes is a reassuring smile. Seungmin just nods, then gets back up from the bed and places a hand on Chans shoulder. “Are you okay, hyung? You're not getting sick, are you?” he steps closer to him and looks at him, worried. Chan doesn't meet his eyes and instead wraps his arms around his friend. This is something Felix would do, right? Felix likes skindship, so this shouldn't be suspicious. But Chan feels weird, almost awkward when Seungmin returns the hug. Usually the younger male would fight any affection from him or run away dramatically whenever Chan comes closer.

“I'm fine Minnie, I promise,” Chan tells him, before he lets go of the hug and smiles at Seungmin again, “don't worry about me,” he adds. Seungmin nods again and makes his way to the door, turning around to look at him once before he opens it. “I'll see you later then, hyung.” And just like that, Chan is alone again. He looks back at the mirror, sighing before he decides that he probably should take a shower.

In the bathroom, he grabs one of the towels out of the drawer and places it on the hook right next to the shower. He then quickly gets undressed, trying not to look down his body and avoiding the mirror that's hanging over the sink. While he does want to have a look at Felix's body, it feels wrong to him. This is not his own body, so he shouldn't even think of that and just put his own damn feelings aside. Felix wouldn't like that, he would probably feel violated and never speak to Chan ever again if he found out.

He turns on the shower, waiting for the water to heat up before stepping in and letting the water hit his skin. His eyes fall shut as the warm water pours down on him, drowning all his thoughts and worries and flushing them down the drain. Without thinking, he grabs the first shampoo bottle he can find and squeezes a generous amount on his hands, massaging it gently into the hair. As he washes the shampoo out, a bit of blue dye catches his eye and he curses to himself quietly for not thinking of the freshly dyed hair. He should've checked the shampoo bottles, because of course Felix has to have special shampoo for his hair. Right?

But, he doesn't see any color protecting shampoo in the shower. A sigh of relief leaves his lips and he grabs the only body wash he sees in the shower, rubbing it onto his arms and chest, then his legs. His hands get closer to Felix's dick and he bites his lip, face burning hot as his fingers brush against it. Why is he getting embarrassed? This is not much different from washing his own body, right? The only difference is that this is his best friend's body. No big deal, he thinks, this is no big deal, yeah. He finishes washing off, then he steps out of the shower and wraps the towel around his waist before he makes his way back to Felix's room. In the hall he meets Jeongin, who gives him a smile and a “morning hyung” as he makes his way to the bathroom. Chan smiles back at the maknae, patting him softly on the back as he passes him.

Once he's back in Felix's room, he locks the door behind him, his towel dropping to the floor. He does not care though. Instead he just leaves it on the floor and makes his way to Felix's wardrobe to get something to wear. While he goes through one of the drawers to get some underwear, he stumbles upon a box tucked away in the far back. Before he can stop himself, he grabs it, eyes widenening when he removes the lid and sees what is inside it. His dick twitches at the sight of the toys sitting in the box and he grabs one of the dildos, running his fingers over it. This could be about his size, he thinks but he's not too sure since it looks so big in Felixs small hands. He puts it back, face flushed bright red. Once again, his dick twitches and he can feel himself getting hard at the thought of Felix using the toys on himself. The way he would lay on his bed, stretching his hole with his fingers first, working himself up to three fingers before using the toy to stretch himself even more. Pretty pink lips parting with loud moans as he fucks himself hard, hitting his prostate with every thrust. Would he moan Chans name? What would he sound like? Would he wish that Chan was fucking him instead? How pretty would he look all fucked out, begging for Chan to fuck him?

“Fuck it,” he says out loud, putting the box back. He's fully hard by now, the tip an angry red and already leaking beads of pre cum. Felixs dick is cute, just like him. A bit on the smaller side, sure but it still has Chan salivating over it.

“I am so sorry Lix.” Chan stumbles back until his legs hit the bed and he sits down on it, eyes fixated on the mirror in front of him as he hesitantly wraps his hand around his dick and gives it a slow testing tug. The moan coming out of his mouth startles him a bit, it sounds so deep and so different from his own moans. His eyes don't leave the mirror, fixated on how Felix's body looks, as he spits on his hand and wraps it around his dick again. He looks so pretty like this, Chan thinks, and he feels guilty for taking advantage of the situation. He isn’t supposed to see his best friend (and crush) like this without his consent.

The added saliva makes the glide of his hand so much easier and smoother. “Fuck,” he moans out, “oh my god.” He sucks in a breath, biting down on his lip while his hand finds a rhythm that feels good. A blush spreads across his face as he watches himself (or rather Felix) masturbate in the mirror. His whole body is on fire, waves of pleasure crashing over him with each stroke of his hand. He moves his thumb through the slit, spreading the pre cum around, gasping and moaning at the sensation before he forms a ring with his pointer finger and thumb, watching the tip peek through as he moves his hand. Another string of moans fall from his lips, this time louder and he slaps a hand over his mouth to quiet down but the noises still ring loudly in his ear. As much as he'd like to hear all the noises, he can't risk getting caught.

Felix's body is sensitive, he notes. Each stroke of his hand has him biting back more moans, dick twitching and leaking so much pre cum.

Chan moves back on the bed, leaning against the headboard and spreading his legs, giving him a good view of more of Felix's body. His eyes wander over the reflection in the mirror, watching how Felix's small hand moves over his dick, trying to burn this image into his memory. He's moving his hand a bit faster now, the wet squelching noise echoing through the room. Chan brings the other hand to his nipple, his fingertip just barely grazing over it and his whole body twitches in response with pleasure. A moan falls from his lips but now he doesn't care to hold them back anymore. He wants, no, he needs to hear Felix's moans. They're turning slowly from deep groans to high pitched whines the closer he gets to orgasming. Chan pinches a nipple between his fingers, his other hand speeding up the movements on his dick, concentrating on the tip. That's where Felix is most sensitive, his whole body reacting to it, toes curling and body shaking. He's oh so close, he can almost taste his orgasm on the tip of his tongue.

“Fuck,” he moans out, toes curling as he thrusts his hips up to meet his hand, chasing his high. “Ah~ oh god…”

A thought crosses his mind, how would it sound if he moaned his own name with Felix's voice? Would it be weird to moan his own name? Surely, but he really wants to hear what it sounds like coming from Felix. This is the closest he'll ever get to the real thing, he thinks.

“Ah Channie, Chris~ I'm so close… gonna cum,” he groans, his hips stuttering as he finally reaches his orgasm, shooting pearly white ropes of cum onto his chest and stomach. He continues to move his hand on his dick to ride out his orgasm, whimpering slightly with how sensitive he is now. In his post orgasm haze he lets one finger run through the cum coating his stomach and then brings it up to his lips, wrapping them around his finger and moaning at the taste.

As his mind clears up, the haze slowy disappearing, he feels waves of guilt coming over him, ashamed at what he's just done. He tries not to meet Felix's eyes in the mirror when he gets up to grab a wet tissue to clean his mess up with.

Felix would hate him if he ever found out, Chan is sure of it, his head hanging down in shame as he shakily gets himself dressed to go to the other dorm to apologise to Felix. He feels absolutely horrible, hands trembling as he fumbles with the buttons of his shirt and his stomach is churning at the thought of facing Felix. After the fifth try to button up his shirt he sighs out in frustration and he runs his hands through his hair, sitting back down on the bed.

He needs to tell Felix, confess to him that he fucked up.

But today is not that day.