Miss you

As Felix walked out of his house, he was greeted by the familiar sight of his best friend, Jae-Hyun, standing outside, full of life and happiness as always. The smile on Jae-Hyun's face was infectious, and Felix couldn't help but smile back, feeling a warmth in his heart.

"Hey, buddy!" Felix said, tapping Jae-Hyun on the back. Jae-Hyun turned around, his eyes scanning Felix's appearance before his face broke out into a wide grin.

"You look hell messed up, man," Jae-Hyun said, chuckling. "What have you been up to?" Felix shrugged it off, not wanting to get into the details of his involvement with Rowoon's world. Jae-Hyun didn't know about it, and Felix intended to keep it that way.

"Nothing much, just been busy," Felix said, trying to sound nonchalant. Jae-Hyun raised an eyebrow but didn't push the issue.

"Okay, well, let's not worry about that tonight," Jae-Hyun said, clapping Felix on the back. "We're going to enjoy ourselves and take the best of girls to night, you know? Tomorrow we go back to school, which means you'll be back to being your usual, boring self." Jae-Hyun's teasing tone made Felix laugh, and for a moment, he forgot about his troubles.

"Hey, watch it!" Felix said, playfully shoving Jae-Hyun. "I'm not that boring." Jae-Hyun just grinned and shook his head.

"Whatever, man. Let's go have some fun!"

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Rowoon sat in his chair, a cigarette dangling from his lips as he exhaled a plume of smoke into the air. His eyes were narrowed, his gaze fixed on some point in front of him. He was bathed in the dim light of the room, the shadows cast by the flickering candles dancing across his face.

But it wasn't the shadows that made Rowoon's face look so menacing. It was the blood. The blood that stained his clothes, his hands, his face. It was a gruesome sight, one that would make even the hardest of men flinch.

But Rowoon didn't flinch. He didn't even blink. He just sat there, his eyes fixed on some point in front of him, his face a mask of calmness.

It had been a month since he'd last seen Felix. A month since he'd walked away from him, leaving him broken and battered. Rowoon missed him, yes, he wouldn't deny that. But he couldn't bring himself to face him. Not yet.

All he'd been doing for the past month was killing. Killing anyone who got in his way, anyone who dared to cross him. He'd been on a rampage, driven by a singular focus - to destroy anyone who cross his path.

Zain walked up to him, whispering something in his ear. Rowoon's eyes flickered, his gaze shifting to Zain's face. For a moment, he just stared at him, his expression unreadable.

Then, without a word, Rowoon stood up, his movements fluid and deadly. He dropped his cigarette to the floor, grinding it out with his heel as he turned to walk away.

"I need to bathe," he said, his voice low and rough. Zain nodded, falling into step behind him.

As they walked, the sound of dripping water echoed through the hallway, mingling with the scent of blood and smoke. It was a potent mixture, one that seemed to cling to Rowoon like a shroud.

But Rowoon didn't seem to notice. He just kept walking, his eyes fixed on some point in front of him, his face a mask of calmness.

Rowoon stood under the showerhead, the hot water cascading down his body like a river of fire. He closed his eyes, letting the water wash away the blood and grime that had accumulated on his skin.

But even as the physical dirt was washed away, Rowoon's mind remained mired in the memories of the past month. His thoughts drifted to Felix, and he couldn't help but feel a pang of longing.

He missed Felix's smile, the way it could light up a room and make everything seem brighter. He missed his annoyed face, the way his eyebrows would furrow and his lips would purse whenever Rowoon called him "little shit."

He even missed the way Felix would sleep beside him, his small figure curled up and vulnerable. Rowoon's heart ached as he remembered the way Felix would snuggle into his side, the way his hand would curl around Rowoon's waist.

As the water continued to pour down on him, Rowoon's mind replayed all the moments he had shared with Felix. He remembered the way Felix would laugh, the way his eyes would sparkle with mischief. He remembered the way Felix would challenge him, the way he would push Rowoon's buttons and make him feel alive.

Rowoon's fists clenched as he stood under the showerhead, the water pounding against his skin like a drumbeat. He felt like he was being torn apart, like his heart was being ripped from his chest.

He missed Felix, missed him with a desperation that he couldn't quite explain. He missed the way Felix made him feel, the way he challenged him and pushed him to be his best self.

As the water finally began to cool, Rowoon opened his eyes, his gaze fixed on some point in front of him.he just stood under the showerhead, the water washing away his tears as he whispered Felix's name, over and over again, like a prayer.