Chaconne | ENHYPEN

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"My eyes react a certain way to you than the others..." Heeseung starts, Jeoju looking into his eyes.

"...because we're more compatible."

"What do you mean by that?"

"Jeoju, do you believe in a past life?"

Heeseung spins Jeoju around before pulling her close to him and throwing her over his knee, his face close.

Her back is now sopping wet from Heeseung's drenched pants, illiciting more shivers through her body.

"I might."

"Well, would you believe me if I told you we all were serving your royal highness?"

The painting in the grave! There were seven! I was a queen?

"Yes, you were."

"I have no choice but to believe you if what I saw in that tomb is true. Especially if it turns out to have a connection to you all."

"Would you also believe me if I told you that we were lovers?"

Heeseung halts their dance, letting go of Jeoju's hand and replacing it on her neck.

"Is that why we're compatible?" Jeoju whispers, seduced by Heeseung. His wet hair, features, the clothes, and his hands. She could feel each finger hug her waist and feel the veins on her neck. It gave her goosebumps.

All Heeseung could do was smirk at her, just hearing her name made him hungry. But he knew it wasn't the right time.

"Can I kiss you?"

Jeoju moves her arms to land on his forearm as he holds her close. She gulps, wondering where this refounded relationship would go.

"You won't take me, will you?"

Heeseung shakes his head slightly, "Not without your consent, my dear."

Jeoju gulps again and slowly shakes her head up and down, consenting to Heeseung's kiss.

He pulls her in, giving a gentle kiss to her soft lips. Jeoju's arms instantly place themselves on Heeseung's shoulders, pulling him in for more.

Heeseung grants her mental wish, the kiss getting deeper and hungrier as the hand on her neck pulls her in.

"Your Highness, I'm not letting you do this!"

Heeseung's face appears to be bloodied, holding Jeoju by the shoulders, desperate to not allow herself as a sacrifice.

"This is my home, and I'm not going to allow Dardan to take it from me!"

"Oh please, if only you had accepted my offer, then this wouldn't have happened now, would it?"

Dardan laughs as he looks around, guiding his arm through the room, looking at the bodies that once protected Jeoju.

"Either way, you'll be mine in the end, my love. That bodyguard buffoon would never offer you the treatment you're looking for."

"You're wrong, Dardan. I don't desire power, unlike yourself," Jeoju moves towards Dardan, his sword thirsting for blood. Lucky for him, this is what he needed to get rid of Heeseung.

"We all desire power. Just like how I desire power over you!" He lunges towards Heeseung, but is blocked as his sword enters another figure.

"Jeoju, no!"

Seeing his lover in front of him, sacrifice herself drives him mad. Dardan, who stood stiff at this situation, is slain by Heeseung, his mighty sword slicing through the pale rotting flesh of her killer.

Jeoju awakens from the memories Heeseung had fed her as they share an intimate kiss and faints in his arms.

Her body completely limp as Heeseung hoists her in his arms, moving carefully through the water.

The two travel back to Jeoju's dressing room, laying her sleeping body on the loveseat, placing her black cape over her.

Heeseung leans in to place a kiss once more before disappearing into the forever broken mirror.