just a game

Rowoon bowed his head respectfully to his godfather, a gesture of deference that seemed to come naturally to him. As he straightened up, his eyes locked onto Felix, and he began to walk towards him. Felix's eyes narrowed, his body tense with anticipation, as Rowoon reached out and grasped his arm.

Rowoon's grip was firm as he dragged Felix out of the room, the tension between them palpable. Zain, who had been watching the scene unfold, let out a sigh of relief as he wiped the sweat from his forehead. He hadn't even noticed.

As the group moved into the main hall, Leonardo's smile grew wider. He seemed to be enjoying the dynamics between Rowoon and Felix, and his eyes sparkled with amusement. Zain and the others followed behind, their footsteps echoing off the walls as they made their way deeper into the complex.

The main hall was grand, with high ceilings and ornate decorations. A large chandelier hung from the center of the room, casting a warm glow over the space. Leonardo took a seat at the head of the room.

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Rowoon's grip on Felix's arm was like a vice as he dragged him all the way to the room, Felix's eyes wincing in pain with each step. Finally, they reached the room, and Felix yanked his hand free, rubbing his sore arm. The skin was red and tender, and Felix's eyes flashed with anger as he glared at Rowoon.

The two stood face to face, their eyes locked in a silent confrontation. Felix had a million questions and accusations swirling in his mind, but he didn't know where to start. He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down, and managed to get out a single question.

"When did you remember everything?" Felix asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

Rowoon's expression remained impassive, his eyes cold and unyielding. He didn't flinch or react in any way, just continued to stare at Felix with an unnerving intensity. The silence between them grew thicker, like a palpable fog that threatened to suffocate Felix.

Felix's eyes searched Rowoon's face, looking for any sign of emotion or weakness, but there was nothing. It was like staring into a mask, a perfect imitation of humanity with no substance behind it. Felix's frustration grew, and he felt his anger simmering just below the surface, waiting to boil over.

The silence stretched out, becoming almost unbearable, as Felix waited for an answer that never came.

The realization hit Felix like a ton of bricks, and he felt his world crumbling around him. That morning, when Rowoon woke up, was when he remembered everything. Rowoon had been playing him all along, using him for his own purposes. The thought sent a wave of pain through Felix's chest, like his heart was being ripped out.

Felix's eyes widened in shock, and he felt a lump form in his throat. He tried to speak, but his voice caught in his throat. Why? Why had Rowoon done this to him? The question echoed in his mind, but Rowoon's silence was deafening.

Felix's eyes began to sting, and he felt a hot sensation on his cheek. He raised his hand, and to his surprise, he found tears streaming down his face. He was crying. The realization hit him like a slap in the face, and Felix felt a wave of embarrassment wash over him.

He couldn't help but laugh, a bitter, mocking sound. He was actually crying. Over Rowoon. The thought was absurd, and yet, here he was, tears streaming down his face like a fool. Felix's laughter grew louder, more hysterical, as he tried to process the emotions swirling inside him.

But deep down, he knew why he was crying. It was because he had been stupid enough to believe that Rowoon cared about him, that their connection was real. But Rowoon only cared about one person: himself. The truth stung, and Felix's laughter turned to tears once more.

Rowoon's eyes were fixed on Felix's face, watching as tears streamed down his cheeks. He felt a pang of self-loathing, hating himself for everything he had done. He wanted nothing more than to pull Felix into a hug, to comfort him and tell him everything was going to be okay. But he couldn't. He had started this, and now he had to see it through to the end.

As Felix's laughter echoed through the room, Rowoon's gaze never wavered. He had never seen this side of Felix before, this raw, emotional vulnerability. It was like watching a fragile flower bloom, only to be crushed by the weight of reality.

Rowoon's hand clenched into a fist, his nails digging deep into his palm. He didn't care about the pain, didn't care about the blood that began to well up from the wounds. What Felix was going through, the hurt and betrayal he felt, was far worse than any physical pain Rowoon could endure.

The silence between them grew thicker, like a living, breathing thing. Rowoon's eyes never left Felix's face, his gaze burning with an intensity that seemed to sear the air between them.

And then, in a voice that was barely above a whisper, Rowoon spoke the words he had never wanted to say: "Get out."

The words hung in the air, a cold, harsh reality that seemed to shatter the fragile bond between them.

Felix's eyes widened in shock as he stared at Rowoon's bleeding hands. He took a step forward, his hand reaching out to grasp Rowoon's wrist, but then he heard the words: "Get out."

Felix stopped mid-stride, his eyes locking onto Rowoon's with a confused expression. He thought he had heard it wrong. Rowoon couldn't be asking him to leave. He needed an explanation, needed to understand what was going on.

Felix took another step forward, trying to reach out to Rowoon's bleeding hands, but Rowoon pushed him back, his voice rising to a shout: "Get out!"

The sudden force sent Felix stumbling backward, and he fell to the floor with a thud. He looked up at Rowoon, shock and hurt etched on his face.

Rowoon's eyes were cold and hard as he grasped Felix's collar, his fingers digging deep into the fabric. He pulled Felix close, their faces inches apart. Felix saw no emotion in Rowoon's eyes, no spark of recognition or compassion.

"Get the f**k out," Rowoon repeated, his voice low and menacing. "Before I do something we will both regret. This is all a game, remember? And I've got what I need from you. I don't need you anymore."

Every word felt like a knife stabbing into Felix's heart. He felt himself being torn apart, his emotions shredded by Rowoon's cruel words. He stared at Rowoon, his eyes searching for any sign of the person he thought he knew, but there was nothing. Only a cold, calculating stranger who had used him and discarded him like trash.

Felix's eyes began to sting, and he felt a wave of tears welling up inside him. He tried to speak, to say something, anything, but his voice caught in his throat. All he could do was stare at Rowoon, his heart breaking into a million pieces.