Chaconne | ENHYPEN

|Reveal|

The door, locked.

Jeoju sobs, tears neverending as the situation she's been brought into, only because she's been seduced, as if under some spell of his.

Since their first encounter, Jeoju could feel something off about Chris, his purple eyes aren't natural, she realized.

Wanting to come see her without reason, but also with reason. Snooping around her private space, treating the place like it's his own, not caring about a certain level of respect when it comes to personal space.

Especially after what had just happened between the two. Something is definitely wrong.

"I'm sorry, forgive me please, I'm so sorry," were all Jeoju could repeat to herself to try to comfort herself as she picked up the thrown bouquet off the ground, petals shedding in the process.

"Don't ask for forgiveness."

Jeoju hears this and immediately looks around the room, paranoid that Chris might still be with her.

"You're safe now. He's gone."

Not feeling comforted by this, she quickly goes to light a candle, looking for the source of the echoing voice.

"Where are you?" Jeoju asks, holding the candle out and keeping the bouquet close to her as if it would protect her.

"I'm with you. I've always been with you. We've always been with you, " the voice says.

Still not knowing where the source came from, Jeoju looks above her head.

"Perhaps, are you my guardian angel?"

"Yes."

Jeoju sighs of relief, the last teardrop falling down her face.

"But, where are you?" She asks, continuing to look around the now dark room as the sun had set for the evening.

"Follow my voice."

As if by fate, Jeoju could feel a slight pull in her heart, her eyes set on the forever broken mirror.

She walks to it, sure that's where the voice had come from. Jeoju places the candle into its holder on the mirrors' silver detailed frame, reflecting its pattern of broken shards and shadows into the room, lighting it.

"Reveal yourself," Jeoju demands, staring at her reflection. Her tear-stained face, shoulders red from the dried blood, her white nightgown hugging her pitiful self, the dead bouquet of flowers letting go of its petals in her hand.

Another moment later, and behind her reflection would be another silhouette. Jeoju watches cautiously as the figure becomes clearer, a real face.

Jeoju admires his features. His sultry red eyes held its enchanting blue orbs, clean blonde hair that lay neatly on his head, his lips decorated with a ring on his bottom lip.

His entrancing silhouette, clothes that covered his royal self from head to toe in sparkly black, too gorgeous to be classified human. It really must be my guardian angel.

Jeoju stepped closer as she reached out to him through the mirror, only to be met with a touch from behind on her shoulder, which quickly made her turn around.

Fear was replaced with a sense of numbness as her body felt limp and lost control as she was met face to face with the same figure that revealed itself in the mirror.