[ HAUNTED. ZERO ]
in which you, one of the few healers left, are summoned to help figure out what has turned a bright, warm aristocrat into nothing but a haunted, reclusive shell of who he used to be.
gn!reader X aristocrat!sungyoon .
PART WARNINGS: just ominous things <3 nothing triggering ! (word count: 600+)
NOTE; any depictions of the real people in this are not a direct reflection of them in real life; please do not take it as such.
( apologies for this being late !! hope you enjoy 💕✨ )
Sungyoon hadn’t moved from his spot in the windowsill in a long time; he had yet to even speak since he’d gotten up hours ago, and he couldn’t quite find it within himself to do so now — despite the worried looks Jangjun, who’d left with Youngtaek earlier for reasons unknown, and Daeyeol had given him as he continued staring out into the garden maze. His silence wasn’t necessarily an unusual thing — it hadn’t been for months — but he would, at least, usually greet the few people he saw first thing in the morning. It was a habit he’d had for so many years that he wouldn’t ever be able to quit — one incident couldn’t knock that out of him.
From where he was, Sungyoon was able to watch as the two remaining gardeners — Jibeom and Jaehyun — slowly made their way through the maze; Jibeom brightly talking, his hands carrying buckets full of freshly-pulled grass, and Jaehyun nodding to whatever the other was saying with a smile, pulling a small wagon full of mulch and miscellaneous flowers.
“Bomin’s been gently fussing for the garden to be brighter to look at.”
Sungyoon lightly jumps in surprise, before looking toward where the voice came from; finding Daeyeol sitting at a table a few feet away, looking up at him from where he’d been fixing a torn shirt. Noticing the surprise and confusion on his face, Daeyeol adds, “He kept saying that the dark roses your mother picked were too dreary to see every day. He wanted to add more color to the garden now that he has the power to — and he thought it’d be better for everyone since…whatever happened to you two out there’s created some unwanted talk.”
“This would,” Sungyoon’s voice cracks, making him clear his throat as he tries to relax before hesitantly restarting, “This would be the first time the flowers have been changed since he was born, right?”
Daeyeol lightly hums as he thinks, lifting an eyebrow at the obvious swerve into a lighter topic, before returning his gaze back to his sewing as he replies, “I believe so. Either that, or your twenty-first birthday.”
Ignoring the slight hiss Daeyeol lets out after pricking his finger after he finishes speaking, Sungyoon hums, “Bomin’s twenty-first is coming up, isn’t it? In a couple weeks?”
“It is, yeah.”
“Do you know if he’s wanting to have a traditional celebra—”
“He’s decided to have a household-only party, if what Donghyun’s told me is true.” Daeyeol gently cuts him off, as if he were already expecting the question before Sungyoon had even thought of it. “Who’s left of the household, anyway…”
“Ah, yeah…how many more left this week?”
“Ten,” Daeyeol lifts the shirt he’d been sewing up to check it, “which means that it’s just us, Bomin, Jangjun, and the five that Jangun’s collected under his wing left here.”
“‘That Jangjun’s collected under his wing’ as if you haven’t taken to parenting them as well.” Sungyoon teases him, “Distancing yourself from the fact you co-parent with Jangjun won’t happen with me, ‘Yeol.”
Daeyeol pauses in his movements, opening his mouth with a look of offense, but a set of light knocks on the door interrupts; Seungmin’s cherry hair poking through a moment later as he peeks into the room, quietly shuffling toward Daeyeol once catching his eye.
As Seungmin bends down to lightly whisper to Daeyeol, Sungyoon watches for a second with a slightly puckered frown, curiosity beginning to eat as him at the blatant show of secrecy, before he turns back toward the window; Jaehyun and Jibeom now beginning to tear into the fresh bags of mulch, their large grins showing that their conversation was still as vibrant as it was before Daeyeol spoke, and Sungyoon’s body fully relaxing when noticing the two young gardeners’ grins as they work — willfully ignoring the hushed conversation of guests, a healer and their willful friend, having arrived along with Jangjun and Youngtaek only a few minutes prior going on behind him.