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In Kim Corporation

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The night sparkled with grandeur as Kim Corporation's annual gala was underway. Sa-yeon could barely keep up with the whirl of formal introductions and polite conversations. Her family's connections to the Kim family had brought her to the event, but the real reason for her presence wasn't something she wanted to face: her parents were quietly hoping to arrange a marriage between her and the Kim heir.

Though Sa-yeon had been reluctantly aware of the arrangement, she hadn't yet met The Kim Heir. Her mother mentioned that The Kim Heir was returning to Korea after years abroad and thought he would be the perfect match for her. But Sa-yeon couldn't ignore the strange sense of dread that accompanied this expectation, as if her mind was warning her of something deeper, something... darker.

In the hall's shimmering light, Sa-yeon strolled to a quiet corner, trying to find solace amid the noise and chatter. She was gazing distractedly at her glass of champagne when she felt someone approaching. Looking up, her heart skipped a beat.

There, just a few feet away, was a tall young man with dark, intense eyes that seemed to pierce through the crowded room and focus solely on her. He was handsome, with sharp features softened by a hint of something familiar-a familiarity that made Sa-yeon's heart flutter with a blend of fear and longing.

" Jung Sa-yeon?" He approached her, his voice gentle, yet with a certain depth that made her shiver.

"Yes... And you must be Kim Sunoo," she managed, her voice barely steady. The connection she felt was immediate, a strange pull that left her lightheaded.

He nodded, his gaze never leaving her face. "I've heard a lot about you. I wasn't sure what to expect, but... this feels like..." He trailed off, clearly searching for the right words.

She held her breath, not knowing what to say. Finally, she replied, "Feels like what?"

Sunoo shook his head, looking almost bewildered. "I don't know. Like... like we've met before, or... I can't explain it. Do you... do you feel it too?"

Sa-yeon's pulse quickened. She nodded slowly, a bit afraid to admit it, but her eyes couldn't lie. "I do. I feel like... like I know you from somewhere, but... that's impossible, right?"

He gave a small, almost sad smile. "It's strange. I've lived abroad almost my whole life, yet standing here with you feels like I've finally come home."

A silence settled between them as they stared at each other, each of them searching for answers that eluded them. Then, breaking the spell, Sunoo extended his hand. "Would you like to dance?"

Nodding, she slipped her hand into his, feeling a warmth spread up her arm at the touch. As they moved onto the dance floor, he pulled her close, guiding her in a slow waltz that felt as natural as breathing. Every step, every turn, felt like they were reliving memories....

As they danced, a peculiar sensation washed over Sa-yeon. She found herself seeing flashes-of a different life, a different time. She saw herself standing on the steps of a grand palace, dressed in traditional royal attire. And next to her, with that same intense gaze, was a man dressed in armor, his eyes shining with the same depth as Sunoo's.

Lost in the vision, she whispered, "Do you believe in past lives?"

Sunoo's eyes flickered with something unreadable, and he leaned in closer. "Maybe," he murmured. "Maybe some souls are destined to meet over and over again."

They swayed in silence, both lost in their thoughts. Finally, Sunoo spoke, his voice low. "Sa-yeon, I have this... strange feeling that if I let you go now, I'll regret it forever."

Sa-yeon's heart raced. "Then don't."

He tightened his hold on her, and she felt a shiver run down her spine. The world around them blurred as the past and present seemed to merge, as if time itself was bending to their reunion.

Suddenly, she remembered a story her mother had told her. "You know, when I was little, a shaman told my mother that I was... haunted by a soul who would never leave me. She thought it was nonsense, but sometimes... I wonder if there's something to it."

Sunwoo's grip tightened on her hand, his gaze darkening. "Haunted?"

She laughed softly, trying to lighten the mood. "It's probably nothing. But sometimes I feel... as if something in me is tied to the past, to someone who won't let go."

A flicker of something unnameable crossed his face, and he leaned in, brushing a strand of hair from her face. "Maybe," he murmured, "they don't want to let go because they... can't."

The rest of the evening passed in a blur of stolen glances and shared secrets. But as Sa-yeon left the gala, a heavy feeling settled in her chest-a feeling that the past they were drawn to might not let them find peace.

In the distance, under the shimmering lights of the city, Sunoo watched her leave, his heart pounding as he whispered to himself, "Finally, I've found you."

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In Sa-yeon's Bedroom

The night had settled over the city, casting a peaceful silence outside Sa-yeon's home. She had just returned from the Kim family's elaborate party, her mind heavy with the whirlwind of events, especially her encounter with Sunoo. There was something about him, something familiar yet inexplicable, that stirred emotions within her she couldn't quite place.

Exhausted, Sa-yeon sank into her bed, barely changing out of her dress before pulling the blanket over her. Her eyes closed, and the weight of sleep took her almost instantly.

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The sensation was the first thing she noticed.

The soft texture of velvety sheets beneath her fingertips. The light fragrance of roses and incense wafting in the air. Sa-yeon blinked, her surroundings cloaked in a hazy, foggy blur. Her heart raced as she tried to sit up, only to find her wrists bound by golden chains encrusted with black gems.

"What... is this?" she whispered, her voice trembling.

Her attire had changed. Gone was the dress from earlier; instead, she was adorned in a traditional Korean hanbok, rich with royal embroidery. The fabric shimmered like liquid gold, a stark contrast to the ominous chains binding her. The weight of the crown on her head felt oddly familiar, like it belonged to her, yet it filled her with dread.

The fog around her began to shift. Shapes emerged-figures watching her from the shadows, their faces obscured, but their presence heavy and suffocating.

And then she felt it.

A cold, deliberate touch on her neck. A shiver raced down her spine as the hand- veiny, blackened, and adorned with sharp nails smeared in blood -tracing a slow path along her jawline.

Sa-yeon froze, her breath caught in her throat. The touch was both gentle and menacing, sending an unnatural chill through her. She tried to pull away, but her bound wrists made escape impossible.

"W-who's there?" she managed to choke out.

A low chuckle echoed around her, deep and sinister. The shadows shifted, and she realized she was no longer sitting on the velvety sheets. She was in someone's lap.

The figure behind her leaned closer, their breath warm against her ear. The weight of their presence was overwhelming, oppressive, yet oddly familiar in a way that made her stomach churn.

"Missed me, My Queen?" the voice drawled, rich with a blend of mockery and affection.

Her heart thudded violently against her ribs as the voice sent a jolt of fear through her. The memories of her past life, fragmented and blurry, began to stir in the back of her mind.

"N-no," she stammered, trying to twist away from the figure, but the chains kept her firmly in place.

The hand on her jaw tightened slightly, forcing her to look into the shadowed figure's blood-red eyes. They gleamed with a mixture of hatred and longing, pulling her into their depths like a vortex.

"You can't run from me, Hawoon," the voice murmured, each word laced with venom. "Not then, not now. You'll always belong to me."

The words sent a jolt of terror through her, and she screamed.

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Sa-yeon woke up with a gasp, her chest heaving as she bolted upright in her bed. Her bedroom was dark, lit only by the faint glow of moonlight filtering through the curtains.

Her trembling hands clutched the blanket tightly as she looked around, trying to reassure herself that it was just a dream. But the sensation of that cold, bloodied hand on her skin still lingered, as real as the chains that had bound her.

Her eyes darted to the mirror across the room, and for a brief second, she thought she saw those blood-red eyes staring back at her. She blinked, and the image was gone.

Sweat trickled down her forehead as she pulled her knees to her chest, trying to calm her racing heart. "It was just a dream," she whispered to herself, her voice shaky. "Just... a dream."

But deep down, she knew it wasn't. That voice, that touch, the oppressive darkness-it all felt too real. It was a reminder that no matter how much she tried to escape the shadows of the past, they were always lurking, waiting to pull her back into their cold embrace.

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In The Same Night
9/A Kim Residence

The quiet of the night enveloped the sprawling mansion as Kim Sunoo stood motionless in the dimly lit hallway, his thoughts a tangled web of emotions. The encounter with Sa-yeon earlier that evening had shaken him in ways he couldn't fully comprehend. Her face, her voice-it was like she had stepped out of the memories that haunted him, bringing with her the echoes of a past life he had tried to bury for years.

Without realizing it, his feet carried him to the door of his private sanctuary-the Sculpture Room.

Pushing open the heavy wooden door, Sunwo stepped inside. The room was dimly illuminated by a single overhead light, casting long shadows across the marble, stone, and clay figures that adorned the space. It smelled of earth, resin, and the faint metallic tang of tools.

His eyes landed on the centerpiece of the room: a life-sized marble sculpture draped in a translucent cloth. Slowly, almost reverently, he stepped toward it.

Reaching out, his fingers grasped the edge of the cloth and pulled it away, revealing the figure beneath.

There she was.

The sculpture's face was a flawless rendition of Sa-yeon, her features carved with painstaking precision. The gentle slope of her nose, the curve of her lips, the soft yet defiant tilt of her chin-it was as if the stone itself had come to life.

Sunwo's hand trembled as his fingers trailed along the cold surface, tracing the outline of her face. As he did, the familiar ache at the back of his mind began to stir.

And then it hit him.

The memories surged forward like a tidal wave, blinding him with their intensity. His surroundings faded as the past clawed its way to the surface, shattering the fragile barrier he had built to contain it.

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~Vision~

He was no longer in the sculpture room. He was back in the grand chambers of the Seoul Royal palace.

Hawoon stood before him, her beauty radiating like the morning sun. She was dressed in the regal attire of a queen, her expression unreadable as she turned to face him. The weight of her crown seemed to mirror the weight of their fractured bond.

And there he was-not as Sunoo, but as Park Jimin. His reflection stared back at him from the gilded mirror behind her, his face hardened by years of sacrifice and unspoken words.

"Hawoon," he whispered, his voice filled with longing and despair. "Why do you turn away from me? Why do you let him near you?"

Her eyes had glistened with unshed tears, but she remained silent, the burden of her secrets pulling her farther away.

The vision shifted.

He saw blood. The black ink chamber. The flickering flames of betrayal and loss. He heard her screams, felt the searing pain of his heart being torn apart-not just in death, but in every moment he had spent loving her.

And then her face blurred, morphing into Sa-yeon's.

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Sunwo gasped, staggering backward as the visions faded. He pressed a trembling hand to his temple, the headache that had plagued him since childhood flaring up once more.

"Why?" he whispered, his voice cracking. "Why is it always you?"

He turned back to the sculpture, his heart pounding as the realization settled in. Sa-yeon wasn't just some stranger. She wasn't even just the girl who had unknowingly captivated him in this life.

She was her.

The memories had started haunting him when he was just ten -flashes of a woman's face, a palace bathed in moonlight, and the overwhelming feeling of suffocating loss. At first, they had been vague, fleeting nightmares that he could shake off. But over the years, they had grown stronger, sharper, until they consumed him entirely.

It was why his parents, desperate to save him, had consulted the priest of a church.

"The boy's soul is tethered to someone powerful," the father of the church had warned. "Someone who doesn't wish to let go. If you don't act now, their union will be inevitable."

His parents, terrified, had shipped him off to Europe in the hopes of breaking the connection. But it had been too late.

The memories had followed him, growing more vivid with time. And with them came an obsession-a need to remember her face, her essence. It was why he had picked up sculpting, why he had poured every ounce of his being into shaping figures from stone and clay. It was the only way to give form to the ghost that haunted him.

And now she was here.

Sa-yeon was real.

Alive.

Breathing.

Standing before him in this lifetime with no memory of their past, while he was drowning in it.

He turned back to the sculpture, his fingers brushing against the jade ring he had placed in its hand-a replica of the one he had given Hawoon lifetimes ago.

"This time," he whispered to the marble figure, his voice heavy with determination and sorrow, "I won't let him take you away from me."

Just then Sunoo felt someone's hand on his shoulder as he turned around and smiled a little and said," When Did you came inside?! I hope you enjoyed the party, Sunghoon???"

Sunghoon smiled but his smile didn't reach his eyes as he looked at the sculpture in front of him and replied without looking at Sunoo," I did, Brother.... I saw you with a girl... Interested? "

Sunoo looked at the Sculpture and replied with a hazy eyes ," Maybe.... "

Sunghoon looked at Sunoo as his eyes went on the jade ring as an evil plan hit upon his head as his lips quiver into a smirk as he vowed something on his mind......

The room fell silent again, the weight of his vow lingering in the air like an unbroken promise.

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Few days later

The sun was setting over casting a warm, golden hue over the park where Sa-yeon stood. She absentmindedly trailed her fingers over the intricately carved wooden railing, her thoughts distant and clouded. The whispers of the past were growing louder each day, creeping into her dreams and filling her with unease. Each day with new nightmares... The Same sinister Voice and those same red eyes......

"Sa-yeon," a voice called softly behind her.

She turned to see Sunghoon standing there, his expression unreadable as always. His sharp features were softened slightly by the evening light, but there was a heaviness in his eyes that unsettled her.

"Sunghoon?!," she acknowledged with a polite smile. "What brings you here?"

Sunghoon hesitated for a moment, his hand clutching something small in his pocket. He stepped closer, his demeanor unusually cautious. "I wanted to give you something. It belonged to someone... important."

Sa-yeon tilted her head in curiosity. "What's it? And why would you give me that? "

Without a word, Sunghoon pulled out a small velvet pouch and handed it to her. She opened it carefully, revealing two objects: a pair of delicate jade hairpins and a jade ring, the craftsmanship intricate and ancient. The faint green glow of the jade shimmered in the fading sunlight.

"These belonged to someone in the Kim Dynasty," Sunghoon explained, his voice low. "They were passed down through generations, given to a queen by someone who loved her deeply. I thought... you might want to see them."

Sa-yeon's breath hitched as her fingers traced the cool, smooth surface of the jade ring. A strange, inexplicable warmth spread through her chest, followed by a sharp pang of pain in her head.

"This..." she whispered, her voice trembling. "Why does this feel so... familiar?"

Her vision blurred as a rush of fragmented images flooded her mind.

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~Visions~

The faint flicker of candlelight illuminated the chamber, where a man knelt before her, holding the jade ring with trembling hands. His eyes, filled with unspoken devotion, locked onto hers.

"Take this, Hawoon," he whispered. "It is a promise... that no matter what happens, I will find you again."

Her heart ached as she reached for the ring, her fingers brushing against his. But the vision shifted suddenly.

Now, the same man lay on the cold, blood-soaked ground, his breathing shallow, the jade ring still clutched in his hand.

"You promised," she heard herself say, her voice cracking with pain. "You promised we would be together."

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~ V i s i o n s ~

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Sa-yeon gasped, clutching her head as the visions overwhelmed her. Her knees buckled, and she would have collapsed if Sunghoon hadn't caught her.

"Sa-yeon!" he exclaimed, his voice laced with panic. "What's wrong?"

Her breathing was ragged, and she clung to him as though the world were spinning out of control. "I... I saw something," she stammered. "I saw him. I saw... blood."

Sunghoon's jaw tightened. "You're remembering, aren't you?"

Her wide, terrified eyes snapped up to meet his. "Remembering what? Why does this feel so real? Who... who was that man?"

Sunghoon hesitated, debating whether to tell her the truth. His fingers tightened around her shoulders as he steadied her. "It's not important," he lied. "You've just been overwhelmed. These... these artifacts probably triggered something in your subconscious."

"Don't lie to me," Sa-yeon whispered, her voice trembling. "You know something, don't you? You give this to me for a reason!! You came to me with a reason.... Since The Day You Come in My life, Something is going wrong in my life.... W..Who...Are ...You?? "

Sunghoon looked away, guilt flickering across his face. Or as he tries to pretend...."Sa-yeon, some memories are better left forgotten. Please... don't push yourself to remember things that could hurt you."

But his words only deepened her fear. "Why? What am I forgetting, Sunghoon? Who am I forgetting?"

Sunghoon's hand moved to the jade ring, gently prying it from her fingers. "You don't need to carry this burden. Not now."

Her hand shot out, grabbing his wrist. "No. I need to know. I have to know."

For a moment, Sunghoon's looked at her with hesitation... He wants to rip off her head but what's the fun of doing it?! It's much better to see her getting mentally tortured like this...... And he will torture her like this till she beg to stop......

"Fine," he said finally, his voice cold. "That man you saw... he was someone who loved you more than anything. And you killed him."

Sa-yeon's eyes widened in shock, her grip on his wrist slackening. "No... no, I didn't. I couldn't have."

"You did," Sunghoon insisted, his tone harsh. "In the past life, you tore apart the people who cared for you. And now, those people are coming back for you, Sa-yeon. Do you understand? They want you to pay for what you did."

'Just like me' as Sunghoon thought on his mind enjoying the misery of Sa-yeon that is satisfying his inner-self.....

She stumbled back, shaking her head. "That's not true. I... I wouldn't..."

Sunghoon sighed, his anger cooling slightly. "It doesn't matter what you think now. The past is inescapable, Sa-yeon. Whether you remember it or not, it's going to catch up with you."

He turned to leave, but paused, looking back at her over his shoulder. "Keep the hairpins," he said, his voice softer. "Maybe they'll help you understand... or maybe they'll just remind you of what's at stake."

With that, he walked away, leaving Sa-yeon alone in the fading light, clutching the jade hairpins with trembling hands. Tears streamed down her face as the memories stirred within her, more vivid and painful.....

But unknown to them, someone is looking at the scene unfolding as the black shadow goes away as it looks at Sunghoon with a deadly Smirking......

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Sa-yeon on the remaining days tried her best to avoid Sunghoon as she feels something is very wrong with him.... Like he is a black shadow who wants to hurt her.....

After that night, Sa-yeon and Sunoo meet-up , they are frequently meeting as the more they met, the more Sa-yeon's Nightmares got violent.... The level of violent intensified when Sunoo kissed Sa-yeon.... That night was one of her worst night because She can now also feel that thing ... She touched him.... She felt him... He was very cold... She felt those hands with her warm hands making her worried......

Just like on of the casual dates, Sunoo and Sa-yeon was sitting on a reputable restaurant completely rented out by Sunoo as he didn't want disturbance.... As he planned to propose to Sa-yeon....

Only if he knew, Someone's dark shadow was roaming around them..

Taehyung's soul lurked in the shadows, watching from a distance. His gaze settled on Sa-yeon, the rebirth of Hawoon, with an eerie mix of longing and contempt. But when his eyes shifted to Sunoo, his expression twisted with fury. He recognized the soul of his former rival, his stepbrother, Park Jimin, now reborn in this life.

" You need punishment, My Dear Queen.", Taehyung's sinister Voice spoke with hatred and malice......

A sinister smirk crept across Taehyung's face as he raised his hand, twisting it in the air. Sa-yeon suddenly gasped, clutching her chest, her face contorted in agony.

"Aagh!" she cried out, falling to the floor, writhing as an unbearable pain surged through her heart.

"Sa-yeon!" Sunwo's eyes widened in panic, rushing to her side as she clutched at her heart, her breaths shallow and frantic. Blood dribbled from her lips, staining her pale skin. As he moved to cradle her, his gaze caught something out of the corner of his eye-a shadow looming behind her, twisted and all too familiar.

It was a shadow that wasn't hers.

Sunoo's face is drained of color. Recognition dawned on him, and an old terror resurfaced. He felt the weight of a dark presence-a presence he had hoped never to encounter again. Gritting his teeth, he whispered, his voice a mix of anger and fear, "Leave her, Kim Taehyung. I won't let you near her this time."

In the shadows, Taehyung's smirk faded for a moment, replaced by surprise. Then his eyes gleamed with a dark amusement. So, he remembers, he thought, his smirk returning, cold and calculating.

"Ah, Park Jimin," Taehyung's voice dripped with venom as he stepped closer, his dark figure looming just beyond the shadows, his voice cold as ice. "Even now, after all these lives, you still cling to her."

Sunwo clutched Sa-yeon tighter, his voice steely. "Whatever grudge you hold, let it be with me. She's innocent. Leave her out of this!"

Taehyung chuckled, his laugh echoing with bitterness. "Innocent? You think she's innocent?" His voice lowered, his gaze hardening. "This time, there will be no escape, no happy ending for you, brother."

Sunwo's eyes narrowed. "Your hatred has cursed you, Taehyung. She deserves peace-something you can never give her."

Taehyung's face contorted with anger, yet he seemed to rein it in, his voice a low, dangerous whisper. "I'll see that you both suffer the way I did. But, for now..." He let out a cold chuckle. "I'll wait. I'm patient."

With a final sinister glance, Taehyung's shadow dissolved into the darkness, leaving Sunoo holding a trembling Sa-yeon, his face set in grim determination.

Sunoo's voice softened as he whispered to Sa-yeon, "I won't let him hurt you again. Not in this life."

But even as he said the words, a lingering chill remained, reminding him that Taehyung's shadow was far from gone.

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Sunwo sat by Sa-yeon's bedside, his hands trembling as he brushed a strand of hair from her pale face. Her chest rose and fell unevenly, and beads of sweat glistened on her forehead. His mind churned with relentless thoughts, replaying Taehyung's twisted smirk and cruel words.

"I've taken the curse to remember her in every life," he murmured to himself, his voice low and strained. "But at what cost? The memories... they drown me, over and over again." His fist clenched on the edge of the blanket. "I won't let him take her this time."

Sunwo leaned back, staring at the ceiling, memories of his childhood flashing before him. Ever since the curse activated, the visions of a life he could barely comprehend haunted him-Sa-yeon's face, her laugh, her tears. Each memory carried an unbearable weight, a reminder of a love that transcended lifetimes and a pain that seemed inescapable.

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Elsewhere

The neon lights of a dingy club flickered, casting shadows over the room filled with lost souls. Taehyung stood in the corner, his dark form invisible to the human eye, his piercing gaze scanning the crowd. He smirked. This is where the weak gather, he thought, watching the patrons drown their sorrows in alcohol and numbing substances. Perfect vessels for my purpose.

He drifted through the crowd, his essence moving like smoke, brushing against fragile souls, searching for one to inhabit. One after another, they faltered-too strong, too pure, or too stable for his dark energy. Until finally, his attention locked onto a young man slumped in the corner, a drink slipping from his trembling hands.

The boy's aura was fragile, his soul cracked with despair. Taehyung sneered. "Pathetic," he muttered, dark smoke coiling around the boy's frame. "But you'll do."

As the smoke tightened its grip, the boy's body spasmed. His breaths grew erratic as his hands clawed at his throat. He fell to the ground, gasping, the life draining from his eyes. Taehyung's essence poured into him, suffocating the boy's soul and taking its place.

The room fell silent for a moment. Then, the boy stirred. Slowly, he stood, his movements mechanical at first but growing more fluid with each step. He stumbled toward a cracked mirror on the wall, his reflection revealing darkened eyes and a sinister smirk.

He reached into the boy's pocket, pulling out a wallet. Flipping through it, he found an ID card. He read it aloud, his voice distorted by an unsettling echo. "Yang Jungwon." His smirk widened. "How quaint."

As he rummaged further, his fingers grazed a photograph tucked inside. He pulled it out and stared. In the image, the boy-his new vessel-stood beside Sunoo, arms slung over each other's shoulders in familial affection.

Taehyung's smirk deepened. "Cousins. It's going to be fun, Sunoo-or should I call you Park Jimin, my dear brother?"

His voice shifted, the boy's natural tone warped by Taehyung's malicious resonance. "You can run, you can fight, but you'll never escape me." His laughter echoed through the club, dark and menacing, sending chills down the spines of those nearby who didn't even know why they suddenly felt a cold dread.

Adjusting his jacket, Taehyung-or rather, Jungwon-stepped into the night, his eyes glinting with malice. "Let the games begin."

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Sunoo stood at the entrance of the old temple, feeling out of place in a place like this. He didn't believe in shamanic rituals or spirits. In his mind, such beliefs had been the reason for the countless tragedies in their past lives, the very cause of the pain and separation they endured. But for Sa-yeon, he was willing to do anything, even step into this ancient temple far from the city, accompanied by her parents, who clung to their faith in such traditions.

As they entered, the air thickened with the scent of burning incense. Sunoo's eyes drifted over the artifacts lining the walls, symbols of power and protection. His gaze landed on a stone memorial at the far end of the room, weathered yet dignified. His heart stopped as he read the inscription:

"Park Je-Ha, the First King of the Park Dynasty."

A lump formed in his throat, and tears threatened to spill as memories rushed back.

'Je-Ha...' he thought, the name reverberating with a blend of pride and sorrow. This was the son he'd left in a den of lions, a young child abandoned in a palace of enemies. Yet somehow, Je-Ha had not only survived-he had thrived, conquering everything in his path, becoming a legend. Sunoo's fingers brushed the stone, as if somehow, through time and stone, he could convey his unspoken love and regret to the son he'd been forced to leave behind.

A soft voice broke his reverie. "It's said that when the villagers of Seoul sought to destroy us shamans, fearing our power, it was King Je-Ha who saved us."

Sunwo turned, surprised to see an elderly shaman standing beside him. Her expression was reverent as she looked at the memorial.

" King Je-Ha shielded us," the shaman continued. "He fought against his own people and stood by us, giving us land and sanctuary. Even though our kind had once wronged him-killed his beloved mother-he showed us mercy. We remember him as the savior of our community, an honorable man who understood justice, even in the face of betrayal."

Sunwo's gaze remained fixed on the tombstone, the depth of his regret almost overwhelming. The shaman's words brought comfort and pain; Je-Ha had grown into the man he had always dreamed he would be, strong and just.

The shaman's voice softened, "I am grateful to him for that mercy. And though I cannot repay him directly, I can offer my service to his blood. Tell me, Park Jimin-ssi-how may I assist you?"

Sunwo's breath hitched as his eyes widened. She knows. His hands trembled as he tried to maintain his composure. "How...how do you know my name?", He asked....

A knowing smile crossed the shaman's lips. "Certain names carry an energy that cannot be erased across lifetimes. The pain, the love, it leaves traces. Yours, Jimin-ssi, is a name our ancestors have never forgotten."

Sunwo took a deep breath, steadying himself. "I came here to protect someone I love. Taehyung... his dark spirit haunts Sa-yeon. He won't let her go. I want to save her from him, from his shadow."

The shaman nodded solemnly. She took his hands in hers and closed her eyes, her face a mask of intense concentration. Her eyelids flickered, and her lips moved silently, as if communing with unseen forces. After a few tense moments, her eyes opened, filled with a deep, sorrowful pity.

"You and Sa-yeon will find peace," she said softly, "but only at a great cost."

Sunwo's heart sank. "What...what kind of cost?"

The shaman looked away, her expression unreadable. "Some things are not meant to be known, lest they change your fate. But I will give you this: your paths will cross the darkness one last time, but beyond it lies a future free from Taehyung's reach."

Sunwo gripped her hands tighter. "Then that's enough. I'll do whatever it takes."

The shaman nodded, releasing his hands, but before turning away, she paused, casting a final, enigmatic look. "There is one more thing. All of the seven brothers have been reborn in their own vessels, save for one."

Sunwo's heart raced at her words. "Who...who hasn't returned?"

But the shaman merely shook her head, whispering, "Some knowledge is better left undiscovered. Remember, not all that remains lost is meant to be found."

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AUTHOR'S RANT:

HI!! How are you, slothies? ! You didn't fulfill the previous chapters vote goals.. I am so disappointed 😔!!! I thought you remembered this book, but you don't!!! It's okay......

This chapter is the longest chapter in the history of my Fanfication books !!!!
So, you will like it!!!!

And did you like the new characters that are replacing our original one's???

So, Wants to know about your thoughts on this!!!

1. What do you think about Jungwon?

2. Who's reincarnation is Sunghoon?

3. What do you think Sunoo justifies Jimin's character???

4. What do you think is different between Hawoon and Sa-yeon?

VOTE GOAL - 90 Votes and 40 comments

Please 🥺 fulfill it!!! Or I am not going to update other books!! I had plans for updating but it's so painful to see this.....

SARANGHAE 😍