✔Sacrifice || ENHYPEN FF

~𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 149~

~yoi!!!!!~

-Start of Chapter 149-

The banquet hall glows with laughter and music, the heaviness of the ceremony melting into celebration. Goblets clink, flowers spill over gilded vases, and at the center of it all, I stand with a bouquet of pale roses in my hands.

"Alright!" I call, my voice half-laugh, half-command. "All the single ladies—come here!"

Shrieks, giggles, and groans erupt as girls crowd together, elbowing and jostling, skirts swishing. Jia hovers awkwardly at the edge, clearly trying to blend into the wall.

"Jia-yah!" I call out, narrowing my eyes. "Don't you dare hide."

Her cheeks flame red as the crowd pulls her forward. "But—I'm only a mere maid—"

"No excuses!" Aera shoves her lightly toward the center, earning a round of laughter.

With a dramatic spin, I turn my back and toss the bouquet high. It arcs through the air, petals scattering, and for a moment, time seems to slow.

The bouquet lands—smack in Jia's arms.

The hall bursts into shocked laughter and cheers. Jia stands frozen, wide-eyed, clutching the roses like they might explode.

Across the room, Heeseung sputters into his drink. His ears turn bright crimson as his brothers erupt around him.

"Yahhh, hyung!" Beomgyu cackles, shoving his shoulder. "Looks like fate!"

"Better start saving for a ring!" Taehyun adds, smirking.

Soobin laughs. "I can't believe Jia beat all of you noble ladies—what power."

Heeseung tries to wave them off, but Jia glances shyly in his direction. Their eyes meet for the briefest moment. She looks away immediately, face scarlet, but not before Heeseung catches it—her blush mirroring his own.

"Hyuuung, you're blushing!" Huening shrieks, nearly falling out of his chair with laughter.

"Shut up." Heeseung mutters, covering his mouth with his hand, but his ears betray him.

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The chamber doors close with a quiet thud behind us. The world outside — the music, the laughter, the endless voices — fades until there is nothing but him and me.

Sunghoon.

He turns to me slowly, his dark eyes sweeping over me like he's drinking in every detail. I flush under his gaze, clutching at the hem of my satin-white dress.

"My wife." he says softly, the words rolling off his tongue like a vow all on their own. He steps closer, brushing his knuckles against my cheek. "My Lady."

Heat surges to my face. "Yah... don't say it like that." I whisper, though my heart stumbles at the way his voice lingers on the word wife.

He smirks — that calm, teasing smirk of his — and in one smooth motion, he lifts me onto the desk behind me. The cold wood bites at my skin through the fabric, but the warmth of his body eclipses it as he steps between my legs.

His hands find mine, and for a heartbeat, he just studies my fingers — delicate against his broad palms. Then he lowers his head.

A kiss brushes against the golden band on my ring finger.