Rowoon stepped into the dimly lit hall, his footsteps echoing against the polished marble floor. The atmosphere was thick with anticipation, the silence broken only by the soft sound of his shoes. Dark shadows flickered along the walls, cast by the sparse overhead lights, creating a sense of mystery in the space.
As he walked further in, Rowoon's eyes adjusted to the low light, revealing a group of men dressed in all-black suits. They were standing with an air of authority, their expressions serious yet watchful, creating an imposing presence around the room. The tension was palpable, but Rowoon's focus remained steadfast on the figure sitting in a plush leather chair at the center of the hall.
His godfather, a man of striking presence, was enveloped in an aura of both power and charisma. He had salt-and-pepper hair, slicked back neatly, accentuating the sharp lines of his face and the piercing intensity of his dark eyes. A finely tailored suit hugged his frame perfectly, and he exuded an effortless confidence that commanded respect. The flicker of mischief in his gaze suggested a man who possessed both wisdom and a sense of humor, a dual nature that Rowoon had always admired.
Drawing closer, Rowoon felt a rush of emotions. As he reached his godfather, a broad smile broke across the older man's face, revealing a wild grin that had always reminded Rowoon of warm memories spent in his company. "하이, 내 아들!" (Hi, my boy!) he exclaimed, his voice a mixture of deep affection and playful teasing.
Rowoon's heart swelled at those familiar words. "Godfather!" he responded, his tone filled with joy, a smile mirroring the one on his godfather's face. His legs quickened as he approached, and without hesitation, Rowoon stepped into the embrace of the man he had looked up to for so long.
The hug felt like a fortress, protective and full of warmth. Rowoon could feel the strength in his godfather's arms, a reassurance that they had each other's backs no matter what lay ahead. In that moment, the hallway faded away, the men in black blurred into the background, and it was just the two of them, a bond of family and loyalty that transcended words.
As they pulled away, their eyes met, and Rowoon could see the pride shimmering in his godfather's gaze. "I've missed you, boy," he said softly, his tone turning more serious. "We've got much to discuss." The smile faded slightly, replaced by the weight of expectation that had always accompanied their meetings, but Rowoon felt ready, emboldened by the strength of their connection.
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Felix slowly opened his eyes, the gentle morning light filtering through the curtains, illuminating the room in soft hues of gold. He blinked a few times, trying to shake off the remnants of sleep that clung to him like a heavy blanket. As he turned his head, he felt the coolness of the sheets beside him, realizing with a jolt that the space was empty. Rowoon was gone.
His heart raced as he tried to recall the events of the night beforeand then, the kiss—electric and unexpected, lingering on his lips like an unspoken promise. Felix's cheeks flushed with embarrassment at the memory, and he tapped his face lightly, as if trying to dispel the heat that had crept up on him.
"Where could he be?" he whispered to himself, scanning the room for any sign of Rowoon. The soft hues of the room felt oddly lonely without him, and a wave of unease washed over Felix. He swung his legs over the side of the bed, the cool touch of the floor jolting him into action.
Felix quickly made his way to the bathroom, hoping to find Rowoon there. He pushed the door open, glancing inside, but it was empty. The mirror reflected his anxious expression, and he sighed, feeling a knot tighten in his stomach.
With determination, he stepped out of the bathroom and into the hallway. The house was vast, its endless corridors stretching out before him like an intricate maze. He paused at the door, feeling small in such an expansive space. "Where do I even start looking?" he mused, a sense of dread creeping in.
The high ceilings loomed over him, and the silence was almost deafening. He took a deep breath, trying to calm his racing heart. "Okay, Felix. You can do this," he encouraged himself, glancing down the long hallway lined with closed doors. Each one felt like a potential hiding place, but the sheer size of the house made him feel lost.
With a sense of resolve, he stepped out into the hallway, ready to search for Rowoon. The thought of finding him, of seeing that familiar smile again, spurred him on. He would search every room, every corner, until he finally found the person who had turned his world upside down with just one kiss.
The house was enormous, a sprawling mansion that seemed to stretch endlessly in every direction. Its façade was a blend of modern architecture and classic elegance, featuring high ceilings and wide hallways adorned with expensive art pieces. The floors were polished marble, gleaming under the soft, ambient light that filtered through the tall windows. Felix estimated there must be at least ten rooms just on the first floor, not to mention the grand staircase spiraling upwards to a second level that felt like a separate wing altogether. It was overwhelming—every corner seemed to hide a secret, every room a possibility.
As he walked down one of the long corridors, Felix's irritation bubbled up again. He couldn't help but curse Rowoon under his breath for living in such a monstrous place. "Who needs this much space?" he muttered, frustrated not only with the house but with Rowoon for being so unreachable.
But as he continued through the mansion, the muffled sound of voices caught his attention. He paused, straining to listen. It was a mixture of laughter and murmurs, but amidst it all, he could distinctly hear the phrases of gratitude. "Thank you," "We appreciate your help," were interspersed with laughter, breaking the tension that had been swirling inside him.
Curiosity piqued, Felix followed the sound, moving cautiously down the hall. When he reached a slightly ajar door, he peeked inside to find Zain standing there with several guards. They weren't armed, but their presence was authoritative. Zain's demeanor seemed relaxed, but as Felix approached, he noticed a flicker of anxiety cross Zain's face.
Felix stepped into the room fully. "Zain!" he called out, trying to keep his tone steady despite the rising dread in his chest. "Have you seen Rowoon? I can't find him anywhere."
Zain's eyes widened momentarily, an emotion flickering across his face that Felix couldn't quite decipher—was it fear? Guilt? Despite the quick flash, Zain quickly composed himself. "He's fine," Zain replied, though there was an edge to his voice. "He will be with you soon. Why don't you go back to the main hall and wait for him?"
Felix frowned, skepticism creeping in. "What do you mean he'll be with me soon? Where exactly is he?"
Zain hesitated, his expression betraying a mix of concern and something deeper that Felix couldn't grasp. "Just… trust me," Zain said, the words tinged with an urgency that implored Felix to comply.
Felix opened his mouth to protest, but the pleading look in Zain's eyes silenced him. As much as he wanted to press further, he could see that Zain was on edge. The last thing he wanted was to create a scene in such a prominent setting. He exhaled slowly, trying to reign in his frustration. "Fine. But I'll be right here when Rowoon arrives," he replied, reluctant to leave without answers but realizing he might not have a choice.