Sacrifice || ENHYPEN FF

𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 134

~hi i genuinly don't know what im doing anymore~

-Start of Chapter 134-

Y/N's POV

I wake to a dull ache behind my eyes and the faint smell of damp linen. The room is smaller than the cell—stone walls, a narrow window high up—but quieter. The first thing I notice is that Seorin is nowhere to be seen.

Outside, two voices talk, low and not the sharp, cruel tones of Seorin's men. Not the dead, empty silence of Seorin's soldiers. They laugh—soft, human laughter—and for a second I freeze. I've never heard the assassins under her command joke. They always moved like shadows and pain.

"...Yah, if that pyscho comes here, she's gonna kill us" one whispers, and the other laughs.

"Why are you always so worried hyung?" a reply comes from the chuckling men

My chest tightens. They're... joking?

The hinges creak and two men step inside. For a second, panic claws at me—I press back against the wall, expecting the usual blank-eyed monsters with blades. But these two... they're not like that. Their faces aren't expressionless. They're alive.

"Oh, the girl's awake." the more serious looking one says. His voice is low, calm.

The other grins, boyish and bright-eyed. "Finally."

I shuffle back anyway, breath shallow, every nerve screaming at me not to trust this.

"Don't worry" the boyish one says, palms open. "We won't hurt you if you don't bother us."

That's supposed to be comforting, but my skin prickles.

The bright-eyed one tilts his head, studying me. "We don't really know anything about you. But you don't look like the others. You look... human, right?"

Anger surges in my chest, covering the fear. "Stay away from me" I snap, louder than I mean to.

"Woah, woah—shhh!" The bright one waves his hands frantically, eyes darting to the door. "Don't be loud. You don't want her hearing you. Trust me." He lowers his voice again, grin creeping back. 

The boyish ones looks deep into my eyes expecting to a flash of red which is instead met by suspicious brown ones, "So... you are human. Lovely." he replies sounding a bit relieved.

They both step closer. My fists clench at my sides.

The bright one sticks his hand out as if this is some casual meeting and not a dungeon. "Fine, whatever. I'll go first. I'm Jungkook."

I don't take his hand, but I notice it—rough, scarred, small cuts layered over old ones. A fighter's hand. But what catches my eye is the bracelet circling his wrist, half-hidden beneath the cuff. A dark amethyst gem glints in the dim light, strangely out of place. 

Jungkook follows my gaze and quickly pulls back, chuckling sheepishly. "Oh, that? Yeah, don't worry about it."

I say nothing.

The other guard, who's been standing a little further back, finally speaks. His tone is flat, cold. "Are you going to talk to him or not?" it sounds like more of a threat than a question.