TRAPPED - ENHYPEN VAMPIRE STORY

10. GARDEN

CAN WE ALL TAKE A MOMENT AND LOOK AT THIS PICTURE FROM HEESEUNG?!?!?!? THANK YOU!

After Niki left the room I walked out to find Heeseung and Sunoo waiting for me in the hallway. "Eunjin." sunoo waved at me letting me know where they were. Even though I already noticed them. Heeseung was leaning against the wall, his arms were crossed as he looked down to the floor. He wasn't happy about the fact that he agreed to help and get my memories back, but I was glad he was giving me this chance. I should approach it carefully next time. I don't want to push it, just in case he might change his mind.

I approached them, still feeling the tension I hoped they left behind in my room. "Eunjin, I'm going to show you something. I think it might help." Heeseung sounded weirdly calm. He didn't wait for me as he walked away from Sunoo. I glanced at him lifting my shoulders. He grabbed my arm. Giving me a reassuring look. "I'll see you tomorrow okay?" Sunoo asked before letting go of my arm and letting me follow Heeseung. 

"Where are we going?" I asked as we made our way into the garden. The moon shined brightly causing the pathway to look magical. Heeseung guided me through the path his fingers gently brushing over the flowers. I could smell the roses. I couldn't help but feel nostalgic. 

Heeseung glanced back, a rare smile across his face. "Somewhere to help clear. your mind." He said. I followed him deeper into the garden, not sure what to say or what to expect. As we entered a hidden section, we were met with ancient stone statues. Walls full of green and white roses. A small fountain was standing in the middle of it. It truly looked magical. "wow." I breathed as I tried to take in the scene. "This is beautiful." Heeseung looked at me, noticing the way my eyes lit up.

He walked closer to me and for some reason I wanted him to. "This is one of the few places that feels untouched by everything else." He spoke, putting an arm on my back to lead me to a stone bench near the fountain. The stone was worn smooth over the years. A sign that it had indeed been standing here for a long while. As we sat down his eyes fixed on the water of the fountain. He seemed to be lost in thoughts as he watched the water ripple.

"Do you come here often?" I asked surprised about the way he opened up to me. He took a moment before responding. His eyes were still fixed on the way the water moved. "Yes. It's a place to think, to remember." His voice was softer, filled with something I couldn't recognise. "Remember what?" I tried asking him with a soft voice. 

Heeseungs finger brushed over the edge of the bench, a slow movement. He was debating whether to tell me or not. After letting out a huge breath he finally spoke. "When we were younger, this place wasn't just a castle." He spoke. I leaned a bit closer wanting to find out where he was going with the story. "It was an orphanage." Even though he was revealing some of his past, he still seemed reserved. "We grew up here, the seven of us." I noticed the mix of warmth and sorrow in his voice. 

"You never had a family besides the others?" Heeseung shook his head slowly, clenching his jaw.  "We only remember our lives in the orphanage. Everything before that is a blur." His expression darkened slightly. It was obvious it pained him to be talking about it. "It was only us and our caretakers, when they died we did our best to make this place feel like home again." I followed his gaze as I looked at the fountain. "I'm so sorry, Heeseung." Heeseung turned his gaze toward me, causing me to look at him as well. Our eyes met briefly. The tough act he seemed to uphold was slowly unravelling. "It was a long time ago. Sometimes it just comes back to me." 

He went silent after. His cold presence returned as he looked back at the fountain. Still, there was some softness in his eyes that warmed my heart. "Are you sure you want your memories back that quickly?" He asked all of a sudden changing the subject. I didn't expect him to keep on talking about his past but I hoped he would a little longer. I loved to hear him talk about something that showed me his sensitive side. The hint of concern in his voice didn't go unnoticed. "You don't have to rush, sometimes memories can be..." He hesitated for a moment. "Painful."