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Assistant: Title: Chained by fate
        Author: hwangfelix_stay hwangfelix_stay 
        Chapter: 1/8 
        Summary: Omegaverse | hyunlixHyunjin was a ruthless mafia boss, a man whose cold gaze could freeze the soul of anyone who dared to meet it. He lived by one rule: power over everything. Emotions were weaknesses, and lives were nothing but transactions. In his world, people were expendable, and Felix was no exception.Felix, fragile and desperate, now found himself sold into Hyunjin's world, a prisoner of fate. Every step toward that darkness felt like a death sentence, knowing that his life had been traded for a price, and his worth would never be his own again.
        Contents: Chapter 1
    

    


  

  
  
    
    The sun dipped low on the horizon, casting long, golden shadows over the bustling café. Inside, Felix moved like a gentle breeze between the tables, balancing trays of steaming coffee and pastries. His soft smile warmed the patrons, though behind it lay a weight far heavier than his delicate frame could bear.The café was his sanctuary-a small corner of the world where he could momentarily escape the suffocating grip of his reality. Each clink of a cup, each swirl of foam, was a rhythm that kept his thoughts at bay. But today, the air felt different, heavy, as though the walls themselves whispered of an impending storm.His boss, a stout man with a voice that rumbled like distant thunder, called him to the back room. Felix's heart thudded in his chest, a bird trapped in a cage, as he approached."Felix," the man began, his tone carrying an edge that sliced through the fragile calm Felix had built. "I've been going through some paperwork. You're not even 18 yet, are you?"The world tilted slightly, like a tray teetering on the edge of a counter. Felix clenched his fists, his knuckles whitening as he shook his head."I need this job," he said, his voice trembling like the first drops of rain before a downpour. "Please, sir, I-""You know it's illegal for me to keep you on," the boss interrupted, his gaze hardening. "I could get in trouble for this."Felix dropped to his knees before he realized it, the tray he had been holding clattering to the floor. He wasn't pleading to a man; he was begging the universe not to take away the only thread holding him above the abyss."Please," he whispered, his voice cracking like dry earth beneath a relentless sun. "I need this job. For my studies. For my-" He hesitated, the word catching in his throat. "For my father."His boss looked down at him, the weight of authority in his eyes, but Felix could see no mercy there."My father... he needs money. Please," Felix choked out, the words falling like broken glass, sharp and desperate.The man sighed, running a hand over his face, but his decision had already been made."I'm sorry, Felix," he said, his voice softer now, but no less final. "I can't risk it. You'll have to go."The words hit Felix like a gust of wind on a precarious bridge, threatening to send him tumbling into the void. He stayed on the floor for a moment, staring at the tiled ground, his vision blurring as tears welled up.Outside, the sun continued its descent, and the golden light was replaced by the pale blue of twilight. As Felix walked out of the café for the last time, the weight on his shoulders felt heavier than ever, dragging him down like an anchor in deep, unforgiving waters.His father's voice echoed in his mind, harsh and unyielding. "You're useless worthless. If you can't bring in money, then what good are you to me?"Felix clenched his fists at his sides as he walked, his heart a fragile thing beating against the walls of his ribcage. He had to find a way. He always had to find a way. Because failure was not an option-not when it meant facing his father's wrath.The city lights began to flicker on, one by one, but for Felix, the world felt darker than ever.The night was bitterly cold, the wind biting at Felix's skin as he trudged down the desolate street. His mind was a whirlwind, a storm of memories and voices that refused to quiet. The rejection at the café replayed in his head on an endless loop, each word another needle piercing his fragile sense of hope."You're too young. I can't keep you here"
  "But sir, I need this job! please-"

  Enough felix. I don't care about your excuses. You're out."
The sound of his boss's final dismissal rang loud and clear, but it wasn't the only voice haunting him tonight. Another voice, harsher, colder, filled the spaces between his thoughts."You're useless, worthless.His father's words crashed over him like a wave, dragging him under the weight of his failures. He clenched his fists, his fingernails digging into his palms as he tried to block out the echo. But it was no use. The voices always found him.Lost in the turmoil of his mind, Felix didn't notice the distant hum of an engine growing louder. It wasn't until the glare of headlights bathed him in blinding light that he snapped back to reality.His head whipped up just as the sleek black car came rushing toward him, its tires screeching against the asphalt. Felix froze, his body stiffening as fear took hold. The car swerved sharply to avoid him, the force of the near-miss knocking him off balance.He stumbled backward, his foot catching on the uneven pavement, and fell hard onto the ground. Pain shot through his hands as they scraped against the rough surface, but the physical ache was nothing compared to the storm raging inside him.The car came to an abrupt stop a few feet away, and for a moment, there was only silence. Then the driver's door opened, and a tall figure stepped out, his tailored suit pristine despite the chaos. His sharp gaze zeroed in on Felix, cold and calculating."Are you trying to get yourself killed?" The man voice was low, sharp, and laced with irritation.Felix struggled to sit up, his scraped palms trembling. But as he looked up, his father's voice thundered in his mind again."You can't even do this right, can you? Always causing problems, always in the way! "Tears pricked at the corners of his eyes, and his lips parted to speak, but no words came. His mind was too crowded, too loud.The man stared at him, his expression unreadable. At first glance, he looked irritated-annoyed at the disruption. But beneath the surface, something else flickered. A boy so fragile, so beautiful, trembling on the ground like a wounded bird. The sight tugged at something deep within him, though he quickly masked it with a sneer."Get up," the man said, his tone harsh. "Don't just sit there like a helpless idiot."Felix flinched at the words, echoes of his father's insults ringing in his ears. He scrambled to his feet, his knees threatening to buckle beneath him."I-I'm sorry," he stammered, his voice shaking. "I didn't mean to-"The man held up a hand, cutting him off. "I don't have time for your apologies. Just stay out of the road next time."Felix nodded quickly, his gaze dropping to the ground. The man turned back toward his car, but as he opened the door, he cast one last glance over his shoulder.Felix stood there, small and trembling, his wide blue eyes filled with a sadness that seemed too vast for someone his age. It lingered in Hyunjin's mind, a fleeting image that he couldn't quite shake.With a low growl, the man got into the car and slammed the door. The engine roared to life, and the car disappeared into the night, leaving Felix alone once more.But as the headlights faded, Felix's knees gave way, and he sank back onto the ground, clutching his scraped hands to his chest. The voices in his head were quieter now, but the ache in his heart remained-a constant reminder that no matter how much he begged or tried, he was always left behind.Every step Felix took felt like dragging a chain, each movement an unbearable weight that pulled him into the abyss. It was nearly eight in the evening, and the moon hung high in the sky, its silvery light casting a soft glow over the quiet street. The world seemed peaceful, almost serene, under its watchful gaze. But for Felix, the beauty of the night was lost on him.Though the moon shone bright, the darkness in Felix's heart was impenetrable, a shadow that no light could reach. Each step he took felt heavier than the last, his body weighed down by the invisible chains of his burdens. The cold wind nipped at his cheeks, but he barely noticed, his thoughts a turbulent sea of fear and despair.He tightened his thin jacket around him, though it did little to shield him from the chill-or from the emptiness gnawing at his soul. Rejection, failure, and his father's bitter words clung to him like a second skin, suffocating and unyielding.The streets were quiet, save for the occasional sound of tires on asphalt or the distant hum of life beyond the city's edges. Yet, even in the silence, Felix felt no peace. How could he, when the weight of his reality pressed so firmly on his chest that it hurt to breathe?The moonlight illuminated his path, but Felix couldn't see it. In his heart, there was no moonlight-only shadows, deep and endless, threatening to swallow him whole.He was walking back to the place he was supposed to call home. Home. The word echoed hollow in his mind. Could he even call it that? Perhaps not.When he finally stood in front of the building, the sight of it stirred a storm in his chest. The old structure, worn and tired, rose only five floors high. Its peeling paint and cracked walls bore silent witness to years of neglect. His eyes trailed upward to the window of his apartment on the third floor. The view that once held familiarity now seemed suffocatingly foreign. His heart tightened painfully, beating faster with a rhythm he couldn't control.Was this sensation new? No.And yet, it felt alien, like he was staring at a stranger who wore the face of his past.He hesitated, his feet rooted to the ground as if bound by invisible chains. The urge to turn and run surged through him, to leave this place behind and never return. But he knew better-this place wasn't just a building; it was a graveyard of memories. Memories that haunted him in whispers and screams. Sometimes, late at night, he swore he heard his own cries echoing in the silence. Was he losing his mind? Perhaps.With a shaky breath, he forced himself forward, his legs trembling as if they carried the weight of his anguish. Each step up the staircase felt like scaling a mountain, the effort colossal, the air thinner with every rise.Finally, he reached the third floor, standing in front of the second door. His home, or at least that's what everyone called it. But it didn't feel like his. No, this place belonged to his father. It always had. And in this moment, Felix realized it probably always would.As Felix pushed open the door, the hinges creaked in protest, a sound as familiar as the dread that washed over him. It was unlocked, as always. A house without boundaries, without a sense of safety. He stepped inside, and a wave of regret crashed over him, heavy and suffocating. He shouldn't have come back-not now, not ever. Maybe he should have run away, found a corner of the world where the air didn't choke him, where the walls didn't whisper his fears back to him.But then, he remembered the last time he tried to stay out late. It was only 9 at night, the city still alive with lights and sounds, and yet it had been a moment of darkness for him. A group of drunk alphas had cornered him, their eyes predatory, their words slurred threats. He could still feel the weight of their presence, the way their hands had almost trapped him like a bird in a cage. Somehow, he had managed to escape, his feet carrying him as fast as they could, heart pounding like a war drum. That night, the fear had carved itself into his soul.Since then, stepping outside felt like stepping into a battlefield, every stranger a potential danger, every shadow hiding something sinister. The streets weren't for him-they never were. He knew there were hungry eyes out there, waiting for someone as fragile and unguarded as him. The thought alone made his skin crawl. So he avoided it, avoided them, avoided the world. He always came back, no matter how much he hated it here.The Han River had crossed his mind more than once, a place where he could escape the suffocating walls and his father's looming presence. But the thought of his father finding out, even if it was irrational, held him back. His father didn't care enough to notice, but still, Felix couldn't shake the fear. It wasn't just his father-it was the fear of everything, of the unknown, of what lay beyond this place.So here he was, back in this house that wasn't a home, standing in the middle of a space that felt like a prison. His feet stayed rooted to the floor, his hands trembling as he stared at the familiar, suffocating surroundings. He was trapped-by this place, by his fear, by himself.Felix's gaze fell upon his father sprawled on the couch, the sagging cushions supporting a man who seemed to live in a constant haze of anger and regret. His father's eyes were closed, his chest rising and falling in uneven breaths. Drunk? Felix wondered. Yes, he probably was. But there wasn't a bottle in sight. No, the shattered glass glinting on the floor told the story instead-a tantrum born of rage, maybe frustration, maybe the insatiable hunger for more money. It didn't matter. The reasons always blurred together into one: destruction.As if sensing Felix's presence, his father stirred. His eyelids fluttered open, bloodshot eyes locking onto Felix like a predator spotting prey. Slowly, he sat up, his movements sluggish but deliberate. Felix remained frozen in the doorway, every muscle in his body tense, ready to bolt if he had to.The room was small, suffocatingly so-a cramped living room that merged into a tiny kitchen, with a single door leading to the bedroom. Felix had lived here for years, but it felt less like a home and more like a cage, its walls pressing in tighter with every passing day."You're early today?" His father's voice cut through the silence, heavy and slurred, the unmistakable mark of alcohol weaving through his words.Felix"s throat tightened as he swallowed hard. He stepped forward cautiously, the floor creaking beneath his weight. "Father-"But his father didn't let him finish. "Don't call me your father, you b@tch," he spat, venom dripping from each syllable.Felix nodded quickly, his head bowing as if the very act of looking up would invite more wrath. "Fa-actually, I... I..." The words stumbled out, fragmented, as fear gripped him, choking the rest of his sentence before it could form.His father rose from the couch, towering over him despite his sluggish state. "You got expelled from your job," he said, his tone less a question and more an accusation.Felix flinched. He hadn't expected him to know, though it didn't surprise him. His father had a way of finding out things he had no right to know.Before Felix could even attempt a reply, the slap came-a stinging, forceful blow that sent his face jerking to the side. Tears immediately sprang to his eyes, blurring the room around him. He didn't dare lift his head, didn't dare meet the eyes that he knew were filled with nothing but disdain."You wh@r@," his father hissed, the word cutting deeper than the slap. "What else could I have expected from someone like you?" His voice was laced with rage, and when Felix finally forced himself to glance up, the hatred in his father's eyes burned like an open flame."You better have the money ready by tonight," his father growled, his tone sharp and final. "And you know what'll happen if you don't."Felix stood there, rooted to the spot as his father brushed past him, the slam of the front door reverberating through the small apartment. The sound echoed in Felix's chest, leaving a hollow ache in its wake.For a long moment, he didn't move. His cheek throbbed, his tears falling silently, but he didn't bother wiping them away. He stared at the broken glass on the floor, the jagged pieces reflecting the fractured state of his own heart. There was no escape, no solace-not in this house, not in this life.He had already given up. The only question left was how long he could keep surviving in the ruins of what was supposed to be his home.⛓Hyunjin leaned back in his leather chair, his sharp silhouette framed by the floor-to-ceiling windows of his office on the 45th floor. The sprawling city lay beneath him, a sea of lights flickering against the deep canvas of night. The moon hung high, its silver glow spilling across the skyline, casting an ethereal hue over the world below.The room was quiet, save for the faint hum of the city reaching his ears. A glass of whiskey sat untouched on his desk, its amber liquid catching the moonlight. But Hyunjin's mind was elsewhere, far from the world of power, deals, and danger he commanded with ease.His gaze drifted upward, settling on the stars scattered across the night sky. There was something captivating about their quiet brilliance tonight, their light undeterred by the darkness around them. It was then, as he traced the constellations with his eyes, that his thoughts betrayed him.The boy.The boy he had met earlier that evening, trembling and small, yet unforgettably beautiful. The memory of those wide, tear-brimmed eyes lingered like a haunting melody, soft yet impossible to ignore. And those freckles-Hyunjin hadn't realized how deeply they had etched themselves into his mind until now.The stars above reminded him of them, scattered like delicate specks of gold across porcelain skin. They weren't merely freckles-they were constellations, tiny maps of light that drew him in without permission. He had been harsh with the boy, dismissive even, yet here he was, unable to shake the image of him from his thoughts.Hyunjin clenched his jaw, frustrated by his own weakness. He was a man of power, feared and respected. He had no room for distractions, no time for fragile boys with star-kissed cheeks and sorrowful eyes.And yet, as he stared at the stars, he couldn't deny the quiet pull the boy had left behind.A low sigh escaped him, and he turned his chair back toward his desk, forcing himself to focus. But the stars outside glimmered persistently, a silent reminder of the boy who had, however briefly, disrupted the unshakable foundation of Hwang Hyunjin's world.The knock on the door pulled him from his thoughts. It was precise, sharp-the kind of knock that demanded attention, but didn't rush it. Hyunjin didn't flinch. He never did. He simply turned, his gaze settling on the door as he spoke with the same commanding authority that had built his empire."Come in."The door opened smoothly, and in walked Chan-his closest ally, his partner, and the kind of friend a man like Hyunjin didn't often have. Chan wasn't just smart; he was dangerous in his own right, with a mind as sharp as Hyunjin's and a loyalty that ran deeper than the darkest corners of their world. Hyunjin didn't need many people by his side, but Chan was one of the few he trusted without question."Hey, mate," Chan said casually, leaning against the doorframe as he made his way inside. There was a grin on his face, but it didn't quite reach his eyes. His eyes were always calculating, always assessing, reading the room before he even spoke.Hyunjin regarded him for a moment, the faintest flicker of acknowledgment passing across his expression. "What's going on?" he asked, his tone low and steady, betraying none of the tension swirling beneath the surface.Chan didn't waste any time with small talk. He was too sharp for that. He took a seat across from Hyunjin, his posture relaxed, but his gaze never left Hyunjin's face, scanning him for any sign of vulnerability. There was none. "We've got a problem. Or rather, someone is becoming a problem," he said, his voice low as he leaned forward slightly.Hyunjin's eyes flickered with a hint of interest. "Who?""Kim Sungwoo," Chan replied, his words clipped with a mixture of annoyance and recognition. "The b@st@rd's been stepping on our turf, making deals, stirring up trouble. At first, I thought it was just a blip, a small play for power. But it's becoming something bigger. He's getting bolder, and I don't like it."Hyunjin's expression darkened. He didn't need to be told who Sungwoo was. Every major player in the underworld knew of him. Kim Sungwoo was a wildcard-a man who came from nothing but had clawed his way up through sheer willpower and ruthless ambition. His rise wasn't pretty⛓Felix didn't notice the way the night pressed against him, how it wrapped him in its cold, unspoken embrace. His body was curled up beneath the worn blanket, knees tucked to his chest, the world outside spinning into oblivion as the clock ticked toward midnight. The air was heavy, thick with the quiet that fell between the last breath of the old year and the first stirrings of the new. Time had become an abstract thing, slipping away like sand through fingers that grasped in vain.His piggy bank sat beside him, a dull object in the dim light, its ceramic surface cracked and chipped from years of being shuffled from shelf to shelf, never truly at rest. The scattered coins around him-8,000 won, a meager fortune by the world's standards-felt both fragile and heavy, like something that could slip through his fingers if he wasn't careful. These coins, painstakingly collected over months of sacrifice, were meant for something he had no choice but to need: school fees. The price of a future, perhaps. Or the price of a dream that seemed more like a distant echo.Felix clutched the plushie in his hands, its fabric worn soft by years of silent companionship. He didn't remember the hands that had given it to him, nor the voice that had whispered comforting lullabies in his ear, but he knew the toy. This plushie, tucked carefully beneath his pillow, hidden from the world, was the last piece of his mother. She had given it to him when he was only two-a gift he could barely recall but one that lingered in his bones, in the quiet space between what he had forgotten and what he still longed for. His father had no knowledge of it, and Felix had long since learned to keep it hidden, like a secret he wasn't allowed to share, even in the sanctuary of his own heart.The soft fabric of the plushie felt warm against his skin, a small comfort in the silence of the room. But as the coins glistened on the floor, Felix knew it wouldn't last. The stillness, that fragile calm, was the calm before the storm. His father would be home soon. He always was, and with him came the weight of inevitable violence.It wasn't just the money that Felix feared. It was the quiet certainty that, as soon as his father stepped over that threshold, it would all be taken from him. The coins, the hope, the little piece of his childhood that he clung to-he had seen this cycle too many times before. His father's eyes would fall upon the scattered money, his brow would furrow, and with a swift, merciless hand, it would be snatched away.Felix wasn't even sure if the money meant much to his father, but it was never about the money. It was the control. It was always the control.Felix felt the sharp edge of fear gnawing at him, not just for the money, but for the feeling that it was all slipping away-his future, his hope, his last link to a life that could be more than this. The coins seemed to mock him, shimmering on the floor like a fragile dream about to vanish with the next gust of wind. And he hated it, hated the feeling that no matter how hard he tried, no matter how carefully he planned, it was always just out of reach.He tightened his grip on the plushie, clinging to the only thing that felt real, that felt safe. But even then, there was a faint tug, an undercurrent in his chest that told him-reminded him-that nothing was truly safe. Not anymore.As the clock ticked ever closer to midnight, Felix couldn't shake the feeling that this year, this moment, was a point of no return. That something-some invisible thread, some force beyond his understanding-was quietly pulling him toward an unknown fate. It wasn't just the looming presence of his father. It was the weight of something deeper, something he couldn't name but could feel pressing against him, like a storm waiting to break.Fate, like a shadow, lingered in the quiet corners of the room, watching with patient eyes, as if it knew what was coming. Felix didn't notice it, didn't feel it yet, but he would. He would feel the tug, the invisible chain that was about to bind him, drawing him closer to something he could not escape. Something that had been set in motion long before he had ever known the weight of his father's hand or the hollow silence that followed each of his outbursts.Felix couldn't see it, but he was already bound. And as his father's footsteps echoed down the hallway, drawing closer, Felix felt the first stirrings of the inevitable. The world around him had already begun to shift, and no matter how tightly he held onto his plushie, no matter how fiercely he clung to the coins on the floor, it would not change what was coming.His fate had already been decided. And all he could do was wait.Felix heard the door creak open, a sound that sent a chill through him, as if the very air in the room had turned cold. The heavy, oppressive silence of the night was broken by the harsh rasp of his father's voice, a venomous growl that echoed through the house like a storm breaking over a still sea."Hey, you wh@r@, come out. I need my money."Felix's breath caught in his throat. He knew the voice, knew the weight of every word, every syllable, like the heavy burden of a chain pulling at his chest. His father's words were always laced with the same poison, the same bitterness that dripped like acid into the quiet spaces of their home. Felix clung tighter to the plushie, the fabric soft and worn beneath his fingers, his only solace in the suffocating darkness that surrounded him.He didn't want to go out. Not now. Not ever. The fear that coiled inside him was familiar, an old friend that gripped his heart and made it race in his chest. It wasn't the first time his father had come home like this. It wasn't the first time the storm had rolled in, bringing with it the howling winds of anger and the threat of violence. But tonight... tonight it felt different. It felt like the walls were closing in.The door to his room was still ajar, the faint light from the hallway creeping in, as though it too was afraid to step too far into the shadows. And then came the shout. The command that cut through the silence like a blade."COME OUT, OR YOU BETTER KNOW WHAT'LL HAPPEN, YOU SON OF A B@TCH!"Felix's hands trembled, the plushie still clutched to his chest like the last piece of something he couldn't let go of. His grip tightened, not on the toy, but on the last remnants of the dream he had been holding onto. The dream of escaping, of running away from the suffocating grasp of his father, of one day having something-anything-that wasn't soaked in fear and desperation. But as the shout echoed in his ears, he knew that dream was slipping through his fingers, just like the money scattered on the floor, just like the hope he had tried so hard to preserve.With a deep, reluctant breath, Felix slid out from beneath the blanket. He hid the plushie within its folds, as though burying a part of himself that still longed to be a child, to believe in something pure, something safe. His fingers, trembling, gathered the scattered coins in his palm-8,000 won, a small sum, yet the only thing he had fought so hard to protect. He cradled it as if it were something precious, though he knew in his heart it would never be enough to shield him from what was coming.He moved towards the door, the weight of the world pressing down on his shoulders. With each step, it felt as though the ground beneath him was shifting, like he was walking not toward his father, but toward some inescapable fate. The door creaked open, and the dim light from the living room spilled into his room, casting long, haunting shadows across the floor.His father stood there, arms crossed, the lines of his face drawn tight with irritation, the stench of alcohol still heavy on his breath. His eyes, cold and empty, scanned Felix's face with a cruel amusement. His stance was casual, like a man who had already won, already claimed the victory before the battle had even begun."Finally," his father murmured, the word a low hiss, like the sound of a snake coiling around its prey. His hand shot out, palm open, a silent demand. Felix hesitated, the coins heavy in his hand, his chest tightening as if his heart were caught in the grip of an invisible fist.He knew what would happen next. He knew it like he knew the way his own blood pulsed in his veins. But he had no choice. No other path but this. Slowly, he extended his hand, placing the money into his father's palm, the coins feeling like lead against his skin. His father didn't even glance at him as he took the money, his gaze fixed on the pile as if it were the only thing worth acknowledging in the world."Just this much?" His father's voice was low, but it held an edge, a sharpness that made Felix flinch. "I want more."The words were a demand, a command that left no room for negotiation. Felix felt the weight of them settle on his shoulders like the world itself had grown heavier. His mouth went dry, and for a moment, he couldn't speak. His hands, still trembling, clutched the plushie beneath the blanket, as if it could shield him from the storm that was coming."I-I don't have..." The words barely left his lips, a whisper of truth, but his father's eyes, dark with anger, snapped to him with a ferocity that made Felix's skin crawl. The temperature in the room dropped, the air thick with the promise of violence."You b@tch," his father hissed, taking a step forward, his eyes narrowing in fury. "Didn't tell you to prepare the money? Didn't I tell you to have it ready?"Felix's stomach twisted, but he stood his ground. He had no choice. No voice that could change the inevitable.His father paused, his hand rubbing his forehead in frustration, as though Felix's failure to meet his demands were a personal offense, an insult to his pride. Felix could feel the anger boiling in his father's veins, and he knew-he knew without a doubt-that it was only a matter of time before the storm broke.And when it did, Felix would be caught in its fury, no matter how tightly he tried to hold onto his dreams, his hope, or the fragile threads of his childhood.Felix's throat tightened as he stood there, staring at his father, his heart hammering in his chest like a wild animal trying to break free. His father's words were sharp, slicing through the air with a venomous edge. "Okay, you didn't leave me any option." His father's gaze bore down on him, cold and relentless.Felix's stomach churned, a nauseating twist that felt as though it might tear him apart from the inside. He had no money. It was a cruel, inescapable truth that gnawed at him. The small amount he had collected-the 8,000 won that had taken him so long to save-was no longer enough. His hands were empty now, nothing but the ghost of a promise he couldn't keep.His father's eyes flicked to the empty space between them, where the money had once been, and his lip curled into a sneer. Felix could see it in the darkening of his father's gaze-the recognition that the last vestiges of control had slipped away. There was nothing left for him to take.Felix's chest tightened as if a weight were pressing on it, crushing the breath out of him. He felt the walls around him constricting, the air growing thin as his father's anger rose, an almost palpable presence in the room. The tension hung there, suffocating, and Felix knew what was coming."Wh-what do you mean?" Felix's voice came out soft, barely a whisper, his body trembling as the fear took root in him. He had tried. He had tried to gather enough, but it had never been enough. His hands had shaken as he scraped together every last coin he could find, every bit of spare change he could save. But it was never enough for his father. Nothing would ever be enough.His father let out a short, harsh laugh, one that sent a shiver crawling up Felix's spine. It was the kind of laugh that dripped with disgust, the kind of laugh that let Felix know exactly what he was in for."You think this is enough? You think this is what I asked for?" His father spat the words, his voice rising with fury. Felix flinched, the sharpness of his tone striking him like a blow to the face. His father's eyes locked onto him, burning with a hatred so intense that Felix could feel the heat from across the room.Felix knew the game. He knew the cycle. He had seen it time and time again. His father would demand more, always more, and Felix would give what he could until there was nothing left to give. But this time, this time was different. There was no more to give. The money had already slipped through his fingers, leaving only empty promises and unspoken fears."I don't have anything else!" Felix pleaded, the words barely escaping his lips. His voice cracked as if the mere act of speaking was too much for him to bear. The fear coiled tighter inside him, twisting until it felt like he might choke on it.His father's lips pressed together in a thin line, his brows furrowing deeper. Felix could see the anger building in his father's eyes, the storm clouds gathering as the silence stretched between them. He was already too late. He had nothing left to give. No more excuses. No more lies. Only the terrifying truth of how helpless he was."You b@tch," his father hissed, the venom dripping from every syllable. "You couldn't even do the one thing I asked of you. You think you're worth anything? Huh?" He took a step closer, his presence overwhelming. "I told you to prepare the money. I told you how important it was."Felix's knees threatened to give out beneath him, the ground beneath him slipping like sand through his fingers. He could feel the weight of his father's fury pressing down on him, suffocating him. His vision blurred with the sting of unshed tears, but he refused to let them fall. He wouldn't give his father that satisfaction."I-I tried," Felix whispered, his voice barely audible, lost in the thunder of his father"s rage. "I really tried..." The words felt hollow, like a final plea to something that could never hear him. His father didn't care about his struggles, didn't care about the hunger in his stomach or the endless nights spent trying to find just a little more. None of it mattered. Not to his father.His father raised a hand, and for a moment, Felix thought time had frozen. Everything seemed to stretch and bend in that instant, the air so thick with tension it felt like it might snap. His father's fingers curled into a fist, the lines of his face drawn tight with fury.Felix could almost hear the words before they were spoken, feel them pressing into his chest like a weight he couldn't shake off. But then, just as quickly as the tension had risen, his father's hand dropped to his side, the anger subsiding just enough to allow the bitterness to settle in."You really think I'm going to let you off this easy?" His father's voice was low, a cold, dangerous whisper that slithered into Felix's ears. "No, Felix. You've made your choice. You'll pay for your failure."Felix stood frozen, his body shaking as his father's words seeped into him, sinking like poison into his veins. He didn't have the money. He didn't have anything. And for a brief moment, he felt that horrible, crushing weight-the weight of knowing that no matter how hard he tried, it would never be enough.His father's footsteps echoed through the silence, but Felix couldn't move. His legs wouldn't cooperate, as if they too had surrendered to the inevitability of it all. His mind was a swirling mess of thoughts-of fear, of anger, of frustration-but most of all, there was the hollow, gnawing realization that no matter what he did, no matter how hard he tried, he would always be trapped. Always bound by the chains of his father's demands, his cruelty, his unrelenting hunger for control.And when the door clicked shut behind him, Felix was left standing there in the silence, empty-handed, his heart sinking into the pit of his stomach.'
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