Sacrifice || ENHYPEN FF

𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 59

~We're you surprised about the plot twist???~

-Start of Chapter 59-

Fiancée.

The word explodes in my mind, sharp, jagged. It doesn't fit. It doesn't belong.

Sunghoon's... fiancée?

No. No, no, no.

But she's still smiling, looking directly at me, and Sunghoon's silence feels like confirmation.

My heart... stops.

No...

I look at him. He doesn't meet my eyes.

Say something.

Sunghoon's jaw clenches, his lips a thin line, but he says nothing. Not a single word. No explanation. No denial. No nothing.

This is real. The thought hits me like a punch to the stomach, and my chest tightens. It's like the air has been sucked out of the room.

Fiancée.

I can't process it. The word feels foreign, like it doesn't belong in my story. In our story.

How?

My mind races, desperately searching for something, anything to explain this away. Maybe she's lying. Maybe it's a joke, a cruel, twisted joke. But the way she's looking at me, smug, knowing—it tells me this is real.

Why didn't he tell me?

My thoughts collide, overlapping and messy, like a storm inside my head. My heart pounds, erratic, and my chest feels tight, constricted.

He didn't tell me. He never told me.

Why? Why would he hide something this big? Something this important?

Because he doesn't care.

No.

He does care. He has to care. But if he did, then... why? Why is she standing here, smiling like she's already won?

I glance at her again—Park Sumin—his fiancée.

I want to scream. I want to laugh. I want to disappear. Every second that passes, I feel like I'm unraveling, my heart pulling apart at the seams.

He let me think there was something between us. Something real. All those moments, the glances, the touches, the times when I thought—when I felt—that maybe, just maybe, I wasn't alone in this. That he felt it too.

But it was all... a lie?

How could you?

I want to shout, to demand answers, but the words are trapped, stuck in my throat. All I can do is stare at him, waiting, hoping, begging for him to say something, to fix this.

But he doesn't. His silence is louder than any confession. His silence hurts.

You should have told me. Why didn't you tell me?

My mind keeps circling the same question, over and over, like a cursed loop. I try to make sense of it, but I can't. The betrayal seeps in, cold and slow, like poison in my veins.

Did I mean nothing to him?

I try to hold on to something—anything—inside me. But the more I think, the more I feel, the more I come up empty.