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Chapter 33 - guilted

Felix's consciousness drifted in and out, the harsh reality of his dehydration and exhaustion weighing heavily on him. The last thing he remembered was the intense struggle and chaos of the confrontation between Rowoon and Seungmin before everything went dark.

As he slowly regained awareness, Felix felt a dull ache radiating from his wrists, a stark reminder of the physical toll his captivity had taken on him. The room around him was hazy, the light causing him to squint as he attempted to open his eyes. The effort was met with resistance, his eyelids feeling heavy and uncooperative.

With a deep breath, Felix mustered the strength to try again, pushing through the discomfort to pry his eyes open. But the blinding brightness overwhelmed him, forcing him to shut them once more. The sound of muffled voices in the background reached his ears, a jumble of noise that only added to his disorientation.

And then, amidst the haze of his senses, a familiar voice cut through the confusion. "Hey, little shit," the words echoed in his ears, a mixture of disbelief and relief coursing through him at the sound of Rowoon's voice.

Struggling to focus, Felix attempted to respond, his voice hoarse and barely above a whisper. "Rowoon... is that you?" His words were met with a soft chuckle, the sound both comforting and reassuring in the midst of his disorientation.

As the fog of unconsciousness began to lift, Felix felt a wave of gratitude wash over him. The knowledge that Rowoon was by his side, even in the darkest of moments, gave him the strength to push through the pain and confusion that plagued him.

Slowly but surely, Felix managed to open his eyes once more, the brightness of the room no longer overwhelming. And there, standing before him, was Rowoon, his expression a mixture of concern and determination.

With a shaky but determined breath, Felix gathered his strength, the memory of his ordeal fueling his resolve. Despite the pain and exhaustion that still clung to him.

Felix's mind raced as he sat in the dimly lit room, his gaze fixed on Rowoon's concerned expression. The memories of his harrowing ordeal flooded back, the pain and fear of his captivity still fresh in his mind. And in that moment, a surge of anger rose within him as he remembered that it was because of Rowoon's that those psycho siblings kidnap him to begin with.

Rowoon's voice cut through the silence, his tone laced with worry as he asked, "Hey, are you okay?" But Felix's anger simmered just beneath the surface, threatening to boil over with each passing moment.

The conflicting emotions warred within Felix, the gratitude for Rowoon's rescue clashing with the resentment for the circumstances that had led to his captivity. The weight of their complicated relationship hung heavy in the air, a tension that neither of them could ignore.

"No, I'm not okay," Felix finally spoke, his voice laced with frustration and hurt. "Do you have any idea what I went through ?" The words spilled out before he could stop them, the raw emotion fueling his outburst.

Rowoon's expression shifted, his own emotions flickering between guilt and understanding. He knew that been around Felix will only cause him pain, and seeing the pain etched on Felix's face only served to magnify his own sense of remorse.

"I'm sorry, Felix. I never wanted any of this to happen," Rowoon's voice was soft, filled with regret. "I'll do anything to make it right, I promise."

But the wounds ran deep, and Felix knew that forgiveness wouldn't come easily. The road ahead would be long and fraught with challenge.

As Rowoon watched Felix's anger simmer, a heavy weight settled in his chest. He knew the danger that Felix being around him posed, but he never could have predicted that it would come to a head so soon. The guilt gnawed at him, a constant reminder of the consequences of his actions.

"Call Zain if you need anything," Rowoon's voice was strained as he spoke, the words heavy with unsaid apologies. He knew that his presence only seemed to cause Felix more pain, and in that moment, he felt utterly powerless to mend the rift between them.

Felix remained silent, his gaze fixed on a point in the distance, his emotions a turbulent storm that Rowoon could sense but not fully understand. The weight of their shared history hung between them, a barrier that seemed insurmountable in the wake of recent events.

With a heavy heart, Rowoon turned to leave, the echo of his footsteps a solemn reminder of the distance that had grown between them. Every step felt heavy with regret.