Felix's eyes widened in horror as he realized that Rowoon might have get himself back, his hands still trembling from the force of pushing Rowoon away. He didn't even notice the bathroom door in front of him, his legs moving on autopilot as he desperately sought escape.
As he burst into the bathroom, Felix's feet flew out from under him, and he landed with a thud on the cold tile floor. His butt hit the ground hard, sending a jolt of pain up his spine.
Felix didn't even flinch, his mind still reeling from the shock of what had just happened. He scrambled to his feet, slamming the bathroom door shut behind him and locking it with shaking hands.
He leaned against the door, his chest heaving as he struggled to catch his breath. Felix's eyes darted wildly around the bathroom, as if searching for an escape route or a place to hide.
But there was no escape from the turmoil brewing inside him. Felix's face contorted in a mixture confusion and shock.
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Zain was lounging on his couch, eyes glued to the TV as he watched his favorite soccer team crush their opponents. His phone buzzed on the coffee table, and he picked it up, expecting it to be one of his friends or maybe even Min-Soo. But his eyes widened in surprise when he saw Rowoon's name flashing on the screen.
"Rowoon? What's up, man?" Zain answered, trying to sound casual despite the sudden jolt of curiosity.
"Zain, I need you to come over. Now." Rowoon's voice was low and urgent, sending a shiver down Zain's spine.
"Whoa, what's wrong? Is everything okay?" Zain's mind started racing with worst-case scenarios.
"Just...just come, Zain. Please." Rowoon's tone was laced with a hint of desperation, and Zain's instincts kicked in.
"I'm on my way, Rowoon. Hang in there, buddy." Zain sprang into action, tossing his phone onto the couch cushion as he leapt to his feet.
He hastily grabbed his keys and wallet, shoving them into his pockets as he sprinted out the door. The cool evening air hit him like a slap in the face, but he didn't slow down, his feet pounding the pavement as he rushed towards Rowoon's place.
The entire way, Zain's mind whirled with possibilities. What could be wrong? Was Rowoon hurt? Was it something with Felix or is Rowoon memory back? The questions swirled, making his stomach twist with anxiety.
As he burst through the front door of Rowoon's building, Zain took the stairs two at a time, his heart racing with anticipation. He reached Rowoon's door and rapped on it sharply, calling out, "Rowoon, it's me! Open up!"
The door creaked open, and Rowoon's face appeared,Zain burst through the bedroom door, his chest heaving with exertion from his frantic dash to Rowoon's apartment. His eyes scanned the room, locking onto Rowoon's sitting figure on the bed.
With a deep breath, Zain strode over to the bed, his gaze roving over Rowoon's face, searching for any signs of injury or distress. Rowoon's eyes were glassy, his pupils dilated, and his skin pale. Zain's concern deepened as he took in Rowoon' state.
"Rowoon, buddy, are you okay?" Zain asked again, his voice laced with concern as he gently shook Rowoon's shoulder.
Rowoon's eyes fluttered open, and he gazed up at Zain with a vacant expression. Zain's heart sank, wondering if Rowoon was still not in his right mind.
"Rowoon, can you hear me? Do you know who I am?" Zain pressed, trying to gauge Rowoon's level of awareness.
Rowoon's eyes narrowed, his brow furrowed in confusion as he processed Zain's question. He wondered why everyone was acting so strange, and why Zain was looking at him with such concern.
With a sudden surge of frustration, Rowoon shook Zain's hand off his shoulder and stood up from the bed, his eyes blazing with a mix of confusion and anger.
"Why can't I remember anything?" Rowoon demanded, his voice shaking with emotion. "And honestly, how did Felix even end up with me? I've been trying to avoid him, and yet...and yet..."
Rowoon's words trailed off, his eyes locking onto Zain's as he searched for answers.
"What's going on, Zain? Tell me," Rowoon pressed, his voice firm but laced with a hint of desperation.
Zain's expression was somber, his eyes filled with a deep concern as he hesitated, unsure of how to explain everything to Rowoon.
Zain took a deep breath, bracing himself for the explanation. "Rowoon, listen...you've been...different. You went on a rampage, destroying everything in your path. We couldn't calm you down, no matter what we tried. But then..I had no choice but to bring Felix."
Zain paused, studying Rowoon's reaction. "Felix was the only one who could get through to you, Rowoon. He calmed you down, talked you down from...whatever ledge you were on. And since then...you've been...different. You don't remember anyone, Rowoon. Not me, not your family...no one. Except Felix."
By the time Zain finished speaking, he was already out of breath, his chest heaving with exertion. He watched Rowoon's face, waiting for a reaction, but Rowoon's expression remained frozen, his eyes wide with shock and confusion.
Rowoon's expression transformed from shock to confusion, his brow furrowed in concentration. He took a step closer to Zain, his eyes burning with determination.
"I need to find out why," Rowoon said, his voice low and resolute. "I need to understand what's going on with me, and why Felix is the only one I remember."
Zain nodded, his expression a mix of curiosity and concern.
"But, Zain," Rowoon continued, his voice taking on a warning tone. "You can't tell Felix about this. You can't let him know that I get my memory back."
Zain's eyes widened slightly, but he nodded again, his expression neutral.
"If this is the only way I can stay with Felix," Rowoon said, his voice barely above a whisper, "then I don't mind. I'll do whatever it takes to be with him."
Zain nodded once more, his confusion evident, but he didn't ask any questions. He simply stood there, his eyes locked on Rowoon's, a silent understanding passing between them.