Cursed Love | HyunChan & HyunHo

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The campus of Terpsichore Academy is shrouded in the velvety cloak of midnight. Moonlight filters through the swaying branches of ancient trees, casting intricate patterns on the cobblestone paths that wind their way through the heart of the campus. A gentle breeze whispers secrets as it rustles the leaves, carrying an air of anticipation.

Gathered in the middle of the campus are six figures, their silhouettes illuminated by the soft glow of the moon. Hyunjin, with his enigmatic charm, stands at the forefront, his gaze fixed on the path ahead. Beside him stands Felix, the eternal optimist, his freckles shining as he exchanges a lighthearted quip with Jisung. Seungmin's serious demeanour contrasts with the mischievous glint in Changbin's eyes, the latter playfully nudging Jeongin as they all wait.

And then, as if stepping out of the shadows, Minho emerges. His presence is magnetic, and his smile is warm and inviting. With a casual nod, he acknowledges everyone, a silent understanding passing between them. The group sets off; their footsteps are soft against the cobblestones as they weave through the night-shrouded campus, their laughter mingling with the rustling leaves.

As they reach the heart of the campus, the air grows still, and the silence becomes almost tangible. The group arrives outside the abandoned room they had meticulously planned to meet in. The door, weathered by time, stands slightly ajar, as if inviting them to step into a world of mystery and intrigue. With a shared glance, they enter the room one by one, their senses immediately enveloped by an otherworldly atmosphere.

Jisung and Seungmin, with a sense of purpose, step forward and begin to set up candles in a circle. The candles flicker to life one by one, their warm glow creating an almost sacred ambience. The air seems to hum with anticipation as they stand in the circle, their voices resonating in harmony as they recite ancient incantations, a delicate dance of words that carry the weight of generations.

As their voices rise and fall in rhythm with the incantations, a subtle shift in the room's energy becomes palpable. The air vibrates with an unseen force, tendrils of magic curling around the edges of reality. The room takes on a luminescent quality, as if it exists between two worlds, poised on the cusp of something extraordinary.

And then, as the final syllable of the incantation is uttered, the room seems to hold its breath. A profound silence falls, so profound that even the candles seem to burn brighter in response. In the heart of the circle, a shimmering luminescence begins to form, taking shape and substance. A figure emerges, ethereal and graceful, with an aura that transcends the boundaries of time and space.

Bella materializes before them, her presence both haunting and captivating. She wears a flowing gown that seems to sway with a melody only she can hear, and her eyes hold a depth of emotion that speaks volumes about her journey. The room comes alive in her presence, every corner filled with the resonance of her spirit.

Jisung steps forward, his voice steady but laced with compassion. "Bella," he begins, his gaze meeting hers, "we spoke to Minho. He wants to tell you about Sam," he continues, his gaze shifting to the others momentarily, their expressions a blend of anticipation and concern.

The air seems to hold its breath as Bella takes in the information. Her form shimmers slightly, as if the very essence of her being reacts to the possibility of freedom.

Minho steps forward, his eyes meeting Bella's with a mixture of determination and sympathy. "Bella," he addresses her, his voice gentle yet unwavering, "I want to tell you a few things about Sam." Bella's eyes remain locked on Minho's, a myriad of emotions flickering within their depths.

Seeing the unspoken communication between Minho and Bella, the others exchange understanding glances. The weight of this encounter hangs in the air, a delicate balance between the past and the present.