longing

The scene outside the cell was one of stunned silence. Everyone who had gathered outside the spectacle was shocked, their mouths agape in disbelief.

Zain's eyes were wide with wonder, his face pale with shock. He had seen Rowoon lose control before, but never like this. Never with such passion, such intensity.

Felix, meanwhile, was trying to process what had just happened. He looked down at Rowoon's limp form, his mind reeling with questions.

"Hey, Zain, I need some help here," Felix called out, his voice breaking the silence.

Zain snapped out of his trance, his eyes focusing on Felix. He rushed into the cell, helping Felix to lift Rowoon's unconscious body.

Together, they carried Rowoon to his room, accompanied by one of the doctors. The doctor looked like he had seen a ghost, his eyes wide with fear.

"We still need to give him the dose," the doctor said, his voice trembling.

Felix's eyes narrowed in annoyance. "Just give it to him," he said curtly.

The doctor hesitated for a moment before injecting Rowoon with the dose. As soon as he was done, he practically ran out of the room, still shaking with fear.

Zain watched him go, a mixture of amusement and concern on his face. "I think he's traumatized," he said wryly.

Felix didn't respond, his eyes fixed on Rowoon's sleeping form. "When will he wake up?" he asked, his voice soft with concern.

"Maybe three days," Zain replied, his expression serious.

Felix's eyes widened in shock. "Three days? Why so long?"

Zain hesitated, clearly not wanting to answer. "The dose will take effect on him," he said finally.

Felix's face fell, his eyes filling with frustration. He had so many questions, and now Rowoon would be asleep for three days, his life couldn't go more worst.

Zain seemed to sense Felix's frustration. "I need to take care of something," he said, his eyes avoiding Felix's. "Call me if you need anything."

Felix knew that Zain was leaving to avoid answering his questions. He sighed, feeling a sense of resignation wash over him.

As Zain walked out of the room, Felix couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. He looked down at Rowoon's sleeping form, his mind racing with questions.

What had just happened? Why had Rowoon kissed him? And what did it all mean?

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As Zain walked out of the room, his mind was a jumble of thoughts and emotions. But despite the chaos in his head, one person kept intruding on his thoughts: Min-Soo.

Ever since he had seen Min-Soo that afternoon, Zain couldn't shake off the feeling that had settled in his chest. It was a feeling he couldn't quite explain, a mix of emotions that he didn't want to acknowledge.

Zain had thought he hated Min-Soo, had thought he was consumed by anger and a desire for revenge. And yet, now that he had seen Min-Soo again, he felt... lost.

He didn't understand the feeling that was nagging him, the one that kept poking at his heart like a persistent finger. It wasn't something he wanted to feel, not now, not ever.

As he walked down the hallway, Zain's thoughts were a jumble of conflicting emotions. He felt like he was torn between his desire for revenge and... something else.

Something he didn't want to acknowledge.

Zain's fists clenched at his sides as he tried to shake off the feeling. He couldn't let Min-Soo get under his skin, not again. He had thought he was over him, thought he had moved on.

But now, he wasn't so sure.

"Why his he back"Zain muttered to himself.

The memory of Min-Soo's face kept flashing in his mind, those piercing eyes and that smug smile. Zain's gut twisted with anger and... something else.

He didn't know how much longer he could keep denying his feelings. The anger, the hatred, it was all still there, but now it was mixed with something else, something that felt almost like... longing.

Zain's eyes snapped up, his gaze locking onto the wall ahead of him. He felt like he was staring into the abyss, like he was teetering on the edge of a cliff.

And he didn't know how much longer he could keep from falling.