Sacrifice || ENHYPEN FF

𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 60

~Wohooo updated.... idk where im going with this story but yeah~

-Start of Chapter 60-

I slam the door behind me, the sound echoing through the empty room as I lean against it, my legs giving out beneath me. Slowly, I slide down, my back pressed to the cold wood, staring blankly ahead. Numb. Too numb to even process what just happened.

For a few moments, there's nothing. No sound. No thought. Just... nothing.

Then it hits me—hard, like a punch straight to the gut. My chest tightens, and I can't hold it back anymore. Tears start pouring down my face, hot and fast, as if they've been waiting, just like me, for the moment to fall apart.

I bury my face in my hands, my sobs muffled but shaking my whole body. My throat burns with the force of it. Everything hurts—my chest, my heart, my head, like the betrayal is eating me alive from the inside. They all knew. Every single one of them knew, and none of them said a word.

Why didn't they tell me? Why did they hide it? Why... why did he hide it?

Another sob breaks free, and I hug my knees tighter, trying to hold myself together, but it's no use. My heart feels like it's breaking over and over, each memory, each moment replaying in my head, stabbing me again and again.

A sudden knock on the door makes me jump. My breath catches in my throat, panic surging through me. "Go away!" I shout, my voice hoarse and thick with tears. I don't care who it is—my brothers, Sunghoon—whoever it is, I don't want to see them. I don't want to face them.

But the knock comes again, softer this time. Not demanding, not harsh.

And then a voice. Soft. Gentle. It's not them. It's someone else, someone I don't recognize.

"Sweetheart, are you okay in there?"

I force myself to get up, wiping my eyes with the back of my hand. I don't want to open the door, I don't want to face anyone, but something about the gentleness of the voice pulls at me. Out of formality, I step forward, hesitating for a moment before unlocking and opening the door just a crack.

An elderly woman stands there, her posture straight but her expression warm and kind. Definitely a maid, with her neatly pressed uniform and the way she carries herself. She smiles gently as soon as our eyes meet, bowing respectfully.

"Greetings, Lady Y/N" she says softly, her voice still that calming balm to the chaos inside me. "I didn't mean to disturb you. I just wanted to check on you after such a long journey."

I swallow hard, my throat still tight from crying. I wipe at my face again, trying to pull myself together enough to respond. "O-Oh thank you. Um...You... you can come in." I manage to say, stepping aside to let her through. My voice sounds shaky, and I feel exposed, raw.

The woman enters the room slowly, moving with a quiet grace. "Thank you, Lady Y/N." She offers another small bow, her movements so careful and respectful, it almost makes me feel worse for being such a mess in front of her.

She introduces herself once she's inside. "I'm Mrs Kim" she says, her voice warm but formal. "I'm the head of all the servants here at the palace." There's pride in her tone, but not arrogance—just a calm confidence that tells me she's been doing this for a very long time.

I sniffle, wiping at my eyes again, trying to compose myself. "I... I'm sorry, I didn't—"

"No need to apologize, My Lady." Hana says softly, cutting me off before I can say anything more. "You've had quite a day, I'm sure."