Chaconne | ENHYPEN

|Fool|

Jeoju watches as Jake leaves through the mirror, sliding it back into place, as if Jake wasn't there at all.

Jeoju smiles and giggles to herself as she remembers her moments with him. Cleaning the aftermath of her and Chris' violent outburst, Jeoju is forced back into reality as she hears a loud click coming from the door.

"Jeoju, my sweet blessing, I've come to apologize for my behavior last night and wanted to make it up to you."

"Hello, Chris."

"I hope you don't mind, my love, but I've come to replace your mirror as well."

Jeoju's eyes widened at this, afraid Chris might discover her new secret. She quickly goes to Chris, putting her hands on his chest to stop him from moving forward. Chris had thought she was desperate for something else.

"No, please don't, really the mirror is okay, I promise. But if you still want me to take your mirror, then I shall."

Chris looks down at her pleading eyes, smirking as he gets a closer look at her face. His eyes started to glow purple, and Jeoju was unable to do anything but stare.

"You just can't accept me as yours, can you, baby?"

Standing still, Chris moves to kiss the soft flesh underneath her ear, occupied by the scent of her blood, wanting to see the damage he'd done the night prior to get some sort of taste from her.

Breaking out of his trance, Jeoju awakens, feeling Chris start to rip her out of the gown, being pulled against him in the process.

Jeoju panics, using all of her strength to pull away, scared he'd see the scars.

"Chris, please don't. Please."

Chris halts himself from pulling apart the dress but continues to feast on her flesh.

"I see you've changed clothes for me, hmm? You knew I'd come back for you," he growls, Jeoju finally free of his grip.

Quickly putting her dress back on, Jeoju stands in front of the door, wide open.

"I have a rehearsal to attend."

Getting the hint, Chris wipes his lips and makes his way to the door. Keeping an eye on him, Jeoju patiently waits for him to leave.

"We'll finish what we started soon, my dear."

Jeoju squeezes her eyes shut, a single tear leaving her eyes as Chris leaves, eager to shut the doors and lock them behind her.

"I will not let that narcissistic fool take me over," she tells herself, placing the new mirror Chris had gifted her in the corner, making sure she's decent. Staring at the broken mirror behind her, she's given an idea and quickly leaves the room, smiling as she wipes away the single tear.

"You're late," the dance teacher states, waiting for Jeoju to come through the door as the dancers mingle and gossip.

"I apologize, Taemin, something came up."

"Mmhm. Do you need help with anything?"

Jeoju smiles as she thinks back to her broken mirror.

"Actually, can you send someone over with a can of silver paint to my room to place it next to my mirror? Also, tell them not to replace it."