✔Sacrifice || ENHYPEN FF

𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 148

~HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MEEEEEEEEEE~

(and Wooyoung)

wohoooooooooo!!!! Guess how old i am!

-Start of Chapter 148-

6 MONTHS LATER

Y/N's POV

The palace is alive with excitement, courtyards dressed in white silk and golden lanterns. Six months of endless trials, healing, and rebuilding — and now, finally, today is the day.

The herald's voice booms at the gate:
"Princess Lee Sumin."

I lift my chin as the sound echoes through the courtyard. Of course. She comes gliding in like she owns the place — in her deep wine gown, her crown polished so brightly it nearly blinds, her eyes sharp and daring.

I descend the staircase, every step deliberate, Sunghoon's presence just behind me like a steady flame. My smile curves, flawless but laced with meaning.

"Welcome, Princess Lee Sumin," I say smoothly. "I am Park Y/N. Its an honour to have you at my and Sunghoon's wedding."

Her eyes narrow into a scowl, the title twisting like a blade between us. She dips the faintest curtsy, stiff and unwilling.

Behind me, I feel Sunghoon shake — trying and failing to hide his laugh. I flick a glare at him over my shoulder. The corners of his mouth twitch anyway.

Typical.

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NEXT DAY

"AHHH this is terrifying!" I shriek as Jia tries to zip the gown behind me. "Oh my god, oh my god, what if I trip on the aisle? What if I forget my vows? The dress looks like it belongs to someone else!"

"Lady Y/N, hold still!" Jia yelps, tugging at the fabric. "The fabric might break"

Aera snorts from the corner, casually adjusting the earrings. "Honestly, the only thing you're tripping over is Sunghoon's heart. He'll faint before you do."

"Unnieee!!!" I throw the nearest pillow at her, nearly knocking over a vase "I am about to get married. Married!! Do you understand how insane that is?"

She tilts her head, calm as ever, "Yeah yeah I know. It been quite a few years since I got married. That excitement gets you crzy"

But when the gown finally settles over my frame, silence falls. The white silk clings like moonlight, shimmering with golden embroidery. I stare at the mirror, my reflection so strange, so radiant, I barely recognize her.

 I whine, clutching the sides of my gown dramatically. The fabric rustles like a waterfall. "This dress feels so foreign, like I'm playing dress-up. Like it isn't mine."

Aera's teasing softens. She steps forward, brushing a strand of hair from my face. "No, Y/N. This dress is yours. This moment is yours. You've fought for it, cried for it, bled for it. So own it."

I swallow hard, pressing my palm over my heart. It's beating so wildly I'm sure they all can hear it.

My throat tightens. I nod quickly before the tears can ruin the hours Jia spent painting my face.