Sacrifice || ENHYPEN FF

𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 27

~Pls VOTE & COMMENT even tho this ch ain't perfect... Ik whats perfect... Heeseung<3~

-Start of Chapter 27-

"You..." I say quietly, "You will pay for this..."

Before Yeonjun oppa can reply and walk out of the dungeon.

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I quietly pace back and forth in my room, the anger and frustration still coursing through my veins. Jia doesn't deserve this. She's innocent. Oppa can't just lock her away like this. I clench my fists, vowing silently that I'll find a way to get her out of here.

I suddenly clutch onto the side of my bed as my visions take over me and series of images flashes in front of my eyes. 

Necklace. Staircase. Bedchamber. Diary. Necklace. Staircase. Bedchamber. Diary. Necklace. Staircase. Bedchamber. Diary. Necklace. Staircase. Bedchamber. Diary. Necklace. Staircase. Bedchamber. Diary. Necklace. Staircase. Bedchamber. Diary. Necklace. Staircase. Bedchamber. Diary. Necklace. Staircase. Bedchamber. Diary. Necklace. Staircase. Bedchamber. Diary. Necklace. Staircase. Bedchamber. Diary.

I grip on my hair and sit down on my bed and the visions suddenly stop. I gasp as my breathing steadies. 

Mum... diary?... Her diary?... In her bedroom? But I don't think she had a diary. And that necklace... It was Mum's necklace. She treasured that necklace.

Should I go her room?... But no one has ever  gone to the floor for around 5 years... What if her room had answers to all my questions?... Probably a clue to finding the cure for ENHYPEN...

What if I'm wrong? What if all the room offers me is my haunted past? 

N-No! My visions... I don't what they are but I know they're true... I don't know how but I trust them more than anything... I have to go there.

I quietly open my bedroom door. No one outside... I tiptoe out. I walk softy towards that cursed staircase...

I take a deep breath before climbing them.

My breathing quickens as I make my way through the deserted top floors of the palace. The dimly lit corridor feels like a labyrinth of memories and ghosts from my past. The air is heavy with the weight of years gone by, and every step feels like a journey into the heart of my haunted history. 

As I navigate the shadowy corridors, my senses heightened, I become acutely aware of the eerie silence that envelops the upper floors of the palace. The only sounds are the hushed whispers of my footsteps against the cold marble floor.

The dim moonlight casts elongated shadows that dance along the walls, creating a haunting symphony of shapes. I turn around to see if anyone followed me. I press myself against the wall, my heart pounding in my chest, as I catch a glimpse of movement behind me.

A guard patrols the corridor, his steps echoing ominously. I shrink into the shadows, praying that the darkness will conceal my presence. My breath catches in my throat as he draws near, the silver insignia on his uniform glinting in the muted light.

I dare not move, my body frozen in place. The guard pauses, as if sensing something amiss. His eyes scan the corridor, and for a moment, our gazes lock. Time stands still as the weight of potential discovery hangs heavy in the air.

A bead of sweat trickles down my temple as the guard's scrutiny intensifies. Panic threatens to overwhelm me, but I force myself to remain still, blending with the darkness like a fleeting wisp of shadow.