Chaconne | ENHYPEN

|After Dark|

Returning to the dressing room, Jeoju opens the door, letting a heavy sigh leave her body as she sees her tired reflections in the two mirrors.

Lighting her candles along the way, she sees the silver can of paint alongside a thin paintbrush covered by a piece of paper in front of the broken mirror. Seeing the paper, Jeoju's eyes furrow as she tries to decipher the words.

Try not to be late again to rehearsals, Jeoju. Let me know if anything is needed from me. You owe me.     -Taemin

Jeoju smiles at the note, tossing it aside before ripping open the can, eager to see her vision come to life. Jeoju carefully dips the brush into the silver, applying neat strokes into the cracks of her mirror.

She stands back, satisfied with her work, as she's given her mirror more of a reason to stare into. Jeoju applies one more layer, carefully taking care of the paint as she finishes her amateur art piece.

The graveyard. You know how he is.

Heeseung's words relay back into her mind, wondering if she'll find Sunghoon there tonight as her paint dries. Deciding to pay him a visit herself, Jeoju adjusts her appearance, finishing it off with a heavy black cape and leaving the room with a bouquet in hand, labeled S.

She steps outside the Opera House, seeing how the snow falls and gently lays itself on the cold ground. Jeoju looks up into the night, seeing how the white sheds some light, making her location easier to walk to.

Jeoju approaches the tall black gate, opening it carefully so as not to make a squeak sound in case anyone truly is around.

She sees a tall black stallion in the distance, tied to a well lit tomb in the middle of the yard. Jeoju gently reaches her hand out to play with its mane.

"Hello there, precious. I came to thank your owner for giving me these flowers. Is Sunghoon around here?"

The horse gives a soft grunt, moving its head towards the tomb, confirming that Sunghoon is, in fact, inside. Jeoju smiles and leans in to press a kiss to the stallions head as it stands still and ventures inside.

She notices a strange staircase and reaches the bottom, seeing how large amounts of candle wax coat the walls. Jeoju sees a mural in the distance and goes to see a closer look.

On it seemed to be of a queen of some sort, surrounded by seven faceless figures. Words were scribed above

Please drink my flesh and blood, bliss graced upon by fate.

"Hmmm. I wonder if Jake knows abo--"

"You shouldn't be here after dark."

Jeoju turns around, face to face with Sunghoon. Her eyes widened at his beauty; his eyebrows that helped accentuate his cold expression, his eyes that hold power, full lips that could bring anyone down on their knees, his sharp jawline that sculpt his face. He was magnificent.

Jeoju holds up his bouquet, showing it off to him.

"I wanted to thank you for these. They're beautiful."

Sunghoon doesn't reply but instead leaves, his graceful cape following behind. Jeoju was left puzzled at his sudden takeoff but quickly follows behind, practically chasing after him.

Jeoju finds Sunghoon getting comfortable on his stallion, gripping the reins ready to take the lead.

"Heeseung," she starts, grabbing Sunghoon's attention, the heavy snow fall coating the outerwear gracefully.

"Heeseung told me you'd be here."

Sunghoon gets off the horse, still gripping the reins to refuse any movement of the animal who stands patiently.

"Have you met the others?" He asks, curious to know how much Jeoju knows, assuming not being told the entire truth.

"Everyone but you until now."

Sunghoon purses his lips together, looking down at the white ground before him, deciding what to do with her. I can't leave her here alone if she's already met with them.

"Come with me, I want to show you something."