Sacrifice || ENHYPEN FF

𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 111

~srry for the late updatessss blame the writers blockk~

-Start of Chapter 111-

Y/N's POV

I flip another page of the worn leather-bound diary, my mother's delicate handwriting stretching across the yellowed paper. Some words are smudged, others faded, but I can still make them out.

I pause, my fingers tracing the ink..

With a quiet sigh, I lean back in my chair, rubbing my eyes before turning my gaze toward the window. The sun has finally broken through the morning gloom, casting golden light over the courtyard. The grass glows a soft green, and the flower beds sway gently in the breeze.

And then—

I see him.

Jungwon stands near the garden beds, sleeves rolled up, his usual stiff posture replaced with something... more relaxed. 

Jungwon? Gardening? I almost laugh out loud. I would've believed a dragon sighting before this.

But that's not even the strangest part.

He isn't looking at the plants.

My eyes shift, following his line of sight. My eyes shift, following his line of sight. A girl stands beside him, her hands moving delicately as she fixes a vine. I barely register her face—just another servant, another gardener—but Jungwon's expression makes me pause.

His gaze is distant, unfocused, like he isn't even aware he's staring. His lips part slightly, and for once, there's no sharpness in his eyes. No coldness. Just... something softer. Something I don't think he even realizes is there.

I blink.

And then, before I can stop myself, a small chuckle escapes me.

I shake my head, leaning against the window frame.

"Guess you'll have to start preparing your bouquet, Jungwon-ah."

I turn back to the diary, running my fingers over the pages, but just as my eyes land on the next line—

Pain.

Sharp and sudden, it pierces through my skull like a burning needle. My breath catches, and before I can even react, my vision blurs.

Images flash behind my eyes.

The Heartstone.

Dark veins of power twisting through it. The pulsing glow, erratic and unstable.

I clutch my head, squeezing my eyes shut. Stop.

And then, just as quickly as they came, they're gone.

My body sways, my hands still gripping the desk. My breath is uneven, a cold sweat breaking out along my spine. It takes me a moment to gather myself, to blink the haze away.

Damn it.

I press my fingers against my temple, swallowing down my frustration. If only one of these books had a way to stop this.

And then—

A memory.

My fingers twitch.

Something about visions. Something I read before, in Mum's diaries. She mentioned something about visions. Yes.