chamber of 7 | enhypen re-editing

-☽ ch.01: pale blond teenager

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sweater weather (lyrics. ver) - the neighbourhood
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touch my neck, and i'll touch yours

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oh hyunli held her luggage closer to her, shuddering slightly as she looked up towards the gate of the fancy victorian mansion. the cab driver who drove her here had left her standing at the bottom of the hill before speeding away. he refused to drive the cab up, which resulted in hyunli having to spend an hour carrying a heavy luggages up the hill.

eomma had passed away before her 21st birthday, and leaving a will in hyunli's hands. she told hyunli to find her father over here, in this mansion.

hyunli didn't want to. she haven't had a father for all her life, and is doing well without him. what kind of father abandons their wife and kid for years, never coming home?

but eomma seemed to be very persistent about it.

hyunli approached the gate. what will she tell the residents living in it? will she see her father? what if her father refused to acknowledge her? what if her father is actually married to another woman, and she was the bastard child?

without warning, the gate slid open. a teenager with messy hair stood on the other side of the gate, staring at her. he was wearing a grey modernized hanbok with a long pair of black pants and running shoes. he was tall, and hyunli couldn't help but take a step back as he approached her.

"sorry-" she started to apologize, but the teenager raised a hand to stop her from speaking further.

"i have been expecting you, but our meeting were earlier then i thought." he frowned, scanning hyunli. "i know who you are, and why you are here. come with me."

he turned his back on hyunli and walked into the mansion. hyunli accepted the bizarre turns of events without a work, grabbing the handle of her luggage and following the teenager.

he knows who i am? what does he mean by that? and expecting me? he knew that i was coming here? her mind was clouded with thoughts as they passed by a marble statue in the middle of the driveway. it caught hyunli's eye, and she came to a stop, mesmerized by it.

it was a man, half kneeling on the ground with a circlet of leaves like a crown on his head. two ragged lines run down his naked back, like an angel stripped off their wings.

"is this... a fallen angel?"

the teenager stopped and looked backed at her. his eyes travelled over to the statue and back to hyunli.

"fallen angel...?" he repeated, and shook his head. "no. it's neither angel nor demon, human nor ghost. it's a being born from a curse, a creature destined to be... alone..." his voice was strangely bitter as his eyes traced the ragged lines on the statues's back. "let's go in." he turned his back and continued to walk.

hyunli tore her gaze away from the statue and followed the teenager. she didn't know why she's following his instructions so obediently, even though he was giving her weird vibes. but the teenager seemed familiar too, like hyunli had known him from somewhere.

as she had entered the mansion, the sunny skies outside turned dark and misty, as though it was just an illusion.

hyunli gasped silently. a huge crystal chandelier hung over her head as she rolled her luggage to a stop. two huge staircases with marble railings led up to the second floor. torches on the marble pillars lit up the sides, and hyunli stared at the floor, carpeted with velvet and gold linings.

"leave your things here. i will be back soon." the teenager said, climbing up the left stairway and disappeared around the corner. hyunli approached the stairway, and a painting of a group of teenagers caught her eye. she took a step closer, studying their faces.

23. there are 23 people in this painting. hyunli counted, spotting the same teenager who let her in sitting at the front the painting, his jet black hair falling from his face. all 23 boys were wearing the same clothes and either stand or sat elegantly in the painting. in the corner of the frame, the word i-land and initials j.jk was signed in red.

"eun noona?"

hyunli turned. a little pale boy with a pastel pink hoodie and khaki shorts was staring up at her. his fox-like eyes seemed to widen when he saw her face.

"i..." hyunli started, unsure of what to say. the little boy smiled brightly at her, running over and peering up at her.

"hello, noona. my name is kim ddeonu. nice to meet you!" he greeted enthusiastically, and hyunli smiled warmly, bending down slightly. "hello, ddeonu. my name is oh hyunli, nice to meet you too."

ddeonu reached his arms up, his eyes shining. "can you please carry me? i want to show you something."

hyunli's heart melted as she picked the little boy up. he looked no older then five years old, his cheeks rosy as he pointed to the other painting on the other side of the stairs. "that painting."

hyunli walked over to the said painting, her arms supporting ddeonu firmly. she stopped in front of the painting, where there were seven men in it. three stood behind the velvet couch, three sitting on the couch and one on the armrest, his legs crossed.

hyunli's eyes lingered on the man standing on the right of the painting. he was undoubtedly attractive, his long and slightly curly hair styled neatly as he stared at Hyunli, as though he was watching her. he had striking features, looking like some kind of ancient noble.

hyunli felt drawn towards this unknown man. no, it wasn't romantic. it was like she had known this man for a long time, like there was some sort of relation between them.

in short, he seemed familiar.

very familiar...

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