Sacrifice || ENHYPEN FF

𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 114

~yoiiiiiiiiiiiiiii im dyinggggg i hate schooooolll~

-Start of Chapter 114-

A/N's POV

Isla steps into the maids' quarters, her movements light but her heart strangely heavy. The bouquet in her hands feels both precious and perplexing. She hesitates for a moment before setting it down gently on her bed. The soft rustling of petals against fabric barely masks the sound of footsteps approaching.

"Oooohhh~"

Isla startles slightly as Jia, her fellow maid and friend, suddenly looms over her shoulder, eyes locked onto the bouquet like a hawk spotting prey. "And just who might've given you this?" she teases, her voice dripping with playful curiosity.

Isla tenses. "No one," she answers a bit too quickly, picking up the bouquet again, as if holding it will somehow make it less conspicuous.

Jia doesn't buy it for a second. She crosses her arms, a smirk forming. "No one gave you a whole bouquet?" She leans in. "Are you sure about that?"

Isla sighs, cheeks warming. "...Sir Jungwon."

Jia gasps dramatically, hands flying to her mouth. "Sir Jungwon?" She drags out his name in a singsong tone, grinning. "Ohhh~~~"

Isla groans, shaking her head. "It meant nothing."

Jia plops onto the bed beside her, nudging her shoulder. "Right. Sure. Nothing." She tilts her head. "Then why are you blushing?"

"I—" Isla opens her mouth but quickly shuts it, pressing her lips together.

Jia studies her for a moment before asking, voice softer this time, "Do you fancy Sir Jungwon, Isla?"

The question catches Isla off guard.

She blinks, thoughts scattering. Do I fancy him?

Her mind floods with memories—the way he always seems composed, yet his walls crumble ever so slightly when he's around her. The way his voice loses its usual cool edge when he speaks her name. The way his hand felt, just for that fleeting second, brushing against hers. The way her heart skips an unfamiliar beat whenever he's near.

Her fingers tighten around the bouquet as realization settles deep in her chest.

"...I think so."

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Y/N's POV

I'm not sure what's more shocking—the fact that Jungwon is standing in front of me, or the fact that he actually came looking for me.

This guy never voluntarily talks to me. Ever.

Yet here he is, standing stiffly, arms crossed, face unreadable as always. His stance screams composed, but there's something off—like he's forcing himself to act nonchalant.

"Lady Y/N."

I blink. 

"...Yeah?" I reply slowly, wary.

Jungwon shifts slightly, looking almost... uncomfortable? His fingers twitch at his side before he suddenly clears his throat.

"...If you give a lady a bouquet" he starts, voice perfectly neutral, "what does that mean?"