The next morning, Chan had woken up at the crack of dawn. His blurry eyes took in his surroundings, and he deduced that he was in a dingy motel room above the club, because he could feel the pounding of the bass below shaking the bed slightly. He glanced down beside him, and was mesmerised for a few seconds.

He knew it was Felix sleeping beside him, but he was lying on his left side so the scarring wasn't visible. It was then that he realised just how young Felix was; only 18, and yet had a body count in the triple digits by now and was the leader of one of the most insane and unpredictable gangs in South Korea.

He doesn't know what overcame him, but he reaches a hand down and runs it through Felix's messy red hair. It's soft, which was very unexpected. He didn't realise that Felix would actually look after his hair at all considering the first time he met Felix, the teen smelled heavily of blood.

The moment Felix stirred awake, however, Chan retracted his hand so fast as if his hand was burned. Chan shuffled up so he was leaning against the headboard, reaching down to grab his cigarette's out of the back pocket of his jeans. He feels Felix moving beside him, and as he lights the cigarette, he feels a hand wrap around his flaccid cock. Chan glances over, raising an eyebrow.

"What the fuck are you doing?" He asks, his words slightly muffled due to the cigarette hanging between his lips.

"You don't wanna go for round two?" Felix's voice is deeper than usual, and Chan has to force himself not to react to it.

Chan chuckled lowly, taking a drag of his cigarette before holding it between two fingers.

"I don't do round two with one-night stands Felix"

"And who the fuck said this only had to be a one-night thing? Who knows; you might actually be able to tame me with your massive dick" Felix smirked wickedly as he shuffled up, his hand lazily stroking Chan's slowly hardening cock.

Chan shoved the teen away. "No"

Chan then slips out of the wobbly double bed, not even caring that he's fully naked.

"It's the scarring isn't it. This shit always scares people away" Felix scoffed, rolling his eyes.

Chan looked unaffected by the statement, but mentally, he knew he'd scored big time. The scarring was a weakness of Felix's, and he has no idea how his gang members hadn't figured that out yet. It was so obvious.

"That scarring has no effect on me whatsoever. I've seen worse done to the bodies we find mauled beyond recognition because of you"

Felix has a brief moment of shock; almost anyone he's screwed around with says that the scarring was a turn off. Even Changkyun refuses to touch his face because of the scarring. To hear someone finally say they aren't affected by it cause happiness to stir inside him.

Not that he actually shows it. On the outside, he maintains that sly little smirk as he slips out of his side of the bed and saunters over to Chan who's pulled his boxers and jeans on. He's now standing directly in front of the older, his hands hanging limp at his sides even though he so badly wants to reach out and touch those sexy, defined abs that are right there in front of him, but he doesn't.

Even Chan could sense the physical attraction between them, but that's all it was. It wouldn't progress any further than that, and Chan would make damn sure of that. If, somewhere along the way, he crossed Felix's path like the night before in the club, they would most definitely be repeating what happened last night.

"Why are you standing there staring at me?"

Felix's smirk seemed to widen. "You're pretty fucking sexy, you know that?"

"Coming from you, I don't even know if I should take that as a compliment, or take that as I'm sexy enough for you to eat" Chan was joking, but Felix saw the flicker of something behind the steady gaze.

The teen wasn't sure if it was fear, or curiosity, or what, but Felix decided to entertain Chan. So, he leans up and whispers into Chan's ear, "careful big boy; I might actually wanna eat you now"

For some reason, Chan believed him. He'd heard of this murderous teen doing crazy things, like eating bits of random body parts, and he didn't exactly want to end up like that. Chan doesn't say anything else, grabbing his shirt and slipping it on as Felix walks over to the other side of the bed to get dressed into his own clothes. Chan heads towards the door, before he stops. He grabs a napkin, and briefly thinks how fucking weird he is for doing what he's about to do, but he writes his number down on the napkin and puts it back down on the table that he retrieved it from.

"My number is on that napkin. Only call me if you want to meet up, if you know what I mean"

He opens the door and slams it shut, meaning he doesn't see the shocked look Felix has on his face. He definitely wasn't expecting that, but he wasn't complaining either. He walks over to the bench, his face going from shocked to expressionless in mere moments as he picks up the napkin and stares at it.

He debates on whether or not to throw it away. Instead, he puts it back on the bench and whips out his phone, dialling an all to familiar number.

He doesn't even wait for the other person to reply before he says, "call off your men Hongjoong"

'The fuck Felix? What changed?' Hongjoong's voice floats through the receiver.

"Just call them off. We got a change of plans" Felix is smirking wickedly now as a plan forms in his mind.

'What you got planned then, maniac?' Hongjoong asks, now thoroughly interested.

Felix glances back down to the number that was scrawled on the napkin.

"I'm pretty sure I now have a way of destroying Bang Chan's gang from the inside..."