The small, dingy room was bathed in the faint, flickering light that filtered through the thin window. The air was stale and musty, heavy with the scent of decay.
A figure stirred in the corner, slowly rising to its feet. It was a young woman, her long hair matted and tangled, her clothes torn and dirty.
She walked slowly around the room, her eyes scanning the bare walls as if searching for something. She stopped beside the window, gazing out through the grimy glass.
It had been a month since she was brought here, imprisoned in this tiny, suffocating space. She had lost count of the days, lost track of time.
All she could think about was her brother. Was he still alive? She wish was dead that day, rather than suffering this fate.
Tears pricked at the corners of her eyes as she thought about her brother, even if she hate him,he was still her brother . She felt a surge of anger and hatred towards those who had taken her, who had locked her away in this tiny room.
But the anger was tempered by fear. Fear of what might happen to her next. Fear of what might have already happened to her brother.
The woman's gaze dropped, her eyes fixed on the floor. She felt trapped, helpless, and alone.
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Felix's eyes snapped open as his phone rang, shrill in the silence. He sat up quickly, wiping the spit from the corner of his mouth. He had dozed off while watching over Rowoon, but now he was wide awake.
"Dongsaeng," Min-Soo's voice came from the other end of the call.
Felix rubbed his eyes, trying to shake off the sleep. "Hey, boss," he said, his voice rough from disuse.
Min-Soo asked how everyone was, and Felix filled him in on the latest developments. They talked for a while, catching up on each other's news.
As they talked, Felix gently wiped the sweat from Rowoon's forehead. Rowoon was still sleeping, his long lashes covering his cheeks.
Felix couldn't help but notice how handsome Rowoon was. His features were chiseled, his nose straight, his lips full and inviting, making him to touch his own lips remembering the kiss they both shared at the cell. Even in sleep, Rowoon exuded a sense of power and confidence.
"You have a lot to explain, Agussihyung," Felix muttered, his eyes fixed on Rowoon's face.
He breathed softly on Rowoon's face, feeling a strange sense of intimacy.
As he got off the phone with Min-Soo, Felix's stomach growled, reminding him that he hadn't eaten. He had been so focused on Rowoon that he had forgotten about his own needs.
Standing up, Felix decided to go in search of food. He walked into the kitchen, his eyes widening in surprise at its size. The kitchen was huge, with sleek, modern appliances and a large island in the center of the room.
But what struck Felix as odd was that no one was there. The kitchen was empty, except for him.
Felix shrugged, deciding to look for water. He walked over to the kitchen sink, his eyes fixed on his hands as he turned on the faucet.
But as he stood there, he felt a hand grab him from behind, pulling him into a tight hug.
Felix's heart skipped a beat as he realized that someone was behind him. He tried to struggle, but the arms held him fast.
And then, a low, husky voice spoke in his ear. "Welcome to my home, Felix."
Felix's eyes widened in surprise as he felt Rowoon's warm breath on his neck. "Agussihyung?" Felix whispered, more to himself than to Rowoon.
Rowoon's face was still buried in Felix's neck, but he replied, his voice muffled, "Hmmm."
Felix's heart skipped a beat as he felt Rowoon's arms tighten around him. With a little push, Felix turned to face Rowoon, looking deep into his blue eyes.
But something didn't add up. "Didn't Zain say you might wake up in three days?" Felix asked, his brow furrowed in confusion.
Rowoon shook his head, his eyes still half-closed. "Hmmm."
Felix wasn't convinced. He waved his hand in front of Rowoon's face, trying to gauge his reaction. "Are you awake?" Felix asked, his voice laced with skepticism.
Rowoon's eyes flickered open, and he gazed up at Felix with a hint of a smile. "Hmmm."
Felix's eyes narrowed. "Do you know who I am?" he asked, trying to test Rowoon's cognitive functions.
Rowoon's face lit up with a warm smile, and he pulled Felix into a tight hug. "You're Felix, little shit," Rowoon replied, his voice filled with affection.
Felix's heart skipped a beat at the endearment. He felt a rush of emotions, unsure of how to process Rowoon's sudden display of affection.
As he hugged Rowoon back, Felix couldn't help but wonder what was going on. Why was Rowoon awake? And why was he being so... affectionate?