Hyunjin barges into his father's office, he's not there so where the fuck is he in the middle of the night? Hyunjin walks around the office and rummages for a few things but then heard a misplaced walkie-talkie. Hyunjin walked closer and hears a voice, 2 voices, his father and.........felix? felix is an enemy of the family but also Hyunjin's crush and his father is doing this shit? Hyunjin’s hand froze over the desk, his fingertips brushing against the walkie-talkie. The static crackled, then came the sharp edge of his father’s voice.

“Keep him tied. He doesn’t leave that chair until I say so.”

And then, faint but trembling, Felix’s voice. “You don’t have to do this. Let me go.”

Hyunjin’s chest tightened, his breath catching in his throat. Felix. The one person he tried to keep at a distance, the one person he couldn’t help but fall for despite every warning his bloodline screamed at him. And now his father had him locked away like some pawn.

Hyunjin gritted his teeth, anger buzzing in his veins. His father had crossed the line this time. He grabbed the walkie-talkie and pressed it close, listening to the muffled shuffling on the other end, the sound of Felix struggling against ropes.

“Where the hell are you hiding him?” Hyunjin muttered to himself, tossing the walkie-talkie onto the desk as if it burned. He scanned the office, eyes darting across maps, papers, ledgers—his father’s messy scrawl marking territories, shipments, deals. His pulse spiked when he saw it: a set of coordinates circled in red.

Without thinking twice, he stuffed the paper into his pocket. He didn’t care if it was a trap, didn’t care if walking in meant betrayal on every level. All he cared about was Felix.

The boy who shouldn’t matter to him. The boy who somehow meant everything.

Hyunjin slammed the office door behind him, footsteps echoing through the empty hallways of the estate. His father thought he could cage Felix like some bargaining chip. But Hyunjin would burn the whole empire down before he let that happen.

Hyunjin’s car screeched to a stop at the edge of the docks, the night air thick with salt and smoke. The coordinates had led him here, to one of his father’s hidden warehouses. From the outside it looked abandoned, windows boarded, metal doors rusting. But Hyunjin knew better. His father never left anything to chance.

He slipped inside, the silence broken only by the soft drip of water and the distant hum of a generator. His heart hammered in his chest, not from fear but from the thought of what he might find. Every step echoed, and every echo reminded him that he was running out of time.

Then he heard it. A faint sound. Not footsteps. Not guards. A muffled cry.

Hyunjin’s head snapped toward the source. His pulse raced as he pushed open a side door. The small room was dimly lit by a single bulb swinging from the ceiling, and there—tied to a chair, wrists bound, ankles strapped, a gag cutting into his mouth—was Felix.

His eyes widened the second he saw Hyunjin. Relief, fear, confusion all tangled together in those brown eyes.

“Felix…” Hyunjin whispered, rushing forward. His hands fumbled at the ropes, cursing under his breath at how tightly they’d been tied. “I’ve got you. I swear, I’m getting you out.”

Felix shook his head desperately, mumbling through the gag. His eyes darted behind Hyunjin.