On the balcony, beneath the moon's silvery embrace,
Min-Joon gazed at the stars, his heart a desolate place.
"Hye-Jin, my love, hang in there," he whispered to the night,
"I'll revive your soul, even if it means turning the world upside."
A month passed, and chaos spread like wildfire,
Mortals and immortals, trapped in a web of dire.
Min-Joon, relentless, turned the world on its head,
Slaying demons, foxes, vampires, leaving rivers of red.
"Immortal Min-Joon, we beg, we plead,
The soul revive clock, we do not possess indeed."
But fury consumed him, mercy he did not show,
The Tiansheng clan fell, their blood in torrents did flow.
The next day, on his path to destiny's call,
An old man appeared, frail yet standing tall.
Min-Joon halted, respect in his eyes,
"Old man, why stand in the road?" he inquired, wise.
"Thank you," the elder whispered, a secret to share,
"Seeking the soul revive clock? I am aware."
Min-Joon's heart raced, "How do you know?"
The old man smirked, his eyes aglow.
"I can give you the clock, but a price you must pay,
What you love the most, in exchange, I say."
"Hye-Jin is gone, my love now a ghost,
What can I offer, what matters the most?"
"Your soul," the old man replied with a grin,
"I'll give you the clock, but your life will thin."
"I agree," Min-Joon said, without hesitation,
For Hye-Jin's return, he embraced damnation.
He signed the contract, his fate now sealed,
The soul revive clock, in his hands revealed.
For love, for Hye-Jin, he'd sacrifice all,
Even if it meant his own downfall.
-———-
In the dim glow of Prince Sung Woo's private chamber,
Two friends sat, their bond a silent ember.
His best friend Jung-7Wook, with eyes of longing, spoke his heart,
"Everyone admires you, I just wanted to be like you *a hero*."
Sung Woo's smile was gentle, a balm to the soul,
"But everyone likes you too," he said, making him whole.
A knock on the door, a servant's humble plea,
"Your Highness, Princess Hye-Jin seeks thee."
"Let her in," the Prince's voice, cold as the night,
Hye-Jin entered, her presence a delicate plight.
"Why have you come?" he asked, not meeting her gaze,
"I just came to see you," she replied, her voice a haze.
"Hye-Jin, the Emperor's wish does not grant you the right,
To visit me daily or do as you might.
You know well my feelings, they remain unchanged,
I do not like you," his words, cold and estranged.
Jung Wook, with a heart that felt the sting,
"Why speak so harshly?" he asked, hoping to bring
A softer tone to his friend's icy demeanor,
But Sung Woo's resolve was firm, his heart no leaner.
"You know her ways," he said, pointing at Hye-Jin with disdain,
Hye-Jin bowed, her smile hiding the pain.
"Forgive me for intruding, I shall take my leave,"
"Let me see you off," Jung Wook offered, hoping to relieve.
"No, thank you, Lord Jung Wook, I wish not to impose,"
She turned and left, her heart heavy with woes.
In the chamber, silence fell once more,
Two friends, a prince, and a love forlorn.
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He awoke, drenched in the sweat of memories, rubbing his temples as if to erase the past. "Why do these dreams haunt me?" he whispered to the silence.his past memories and mistakes always flow through his head when ge was asleep . Every night, the ghosts of his mistakes danced through his mind. "Hye-Jin, I will make amends," he vowed to the shadows.
The next day, with a heart heavy yet resolute, he ventured to the cold embrace of the mortuary. There, he retrieved Hye-Jin, her body frozen in time. Gently, he carried her home, laying her on the bed as if she were merely asleep. With trembling hands, he pressed the button on the soul revive clock, a device of hope and despair. It would send her soul to another universe, where she would awaken, but never return to this realm where she was already lost.
The was VVIP and the room was dimly lit, shadows dancing on the walls from the flickering candlelight. The air was thick with the scent of lavender and old books, a comforting yet melancholic aroma. Heavy, dark curtains draped the windows, blocking out the harsh light of day, creating a cocoon of twilight. The bed, an antique four-poster with intricate carvings, stood as the centerpiece, its once vibrant quilt now faded with time. Shelves lined with dusty tomes and trinkets from a bygone era added to the room's nostalgic charm.
"Thank the heavens, you're awake," Jae-I exclaimed, relief flooding her voice.
"What did you drink? You've been asleep for two months," He-Ra, her loyal assistant and best friend, chided gently.
Hye-Jin pinched her cheeks, disbelief etched on her face. She found herself in a hospital room, surrounded by worried faces.
"But I was dead," she thought, confusion swirling in her eyes as she looked at Min-Joon.
'What is happening?' her eyes pleaded.
'I'll explain later,' his eyes promised.
"What's with those two?" Gowan asked He-Ra.
"How should I know?" she whispered back.
"Oh, one more thing," He-Ra added, "while you were in a coma, your uncle Mr. Kang and his son have been scheming to seize control of the company. You need to return."
"Okay," Hye-Jin replied, determination hardening her voice.
"Can you all give us some space? I need to talk to Min-Joon," she requested.
Once alone, she turned to him, "What's going on?"
"You were dead," he began, "so I found the soul revive clock to bring you back. But now that you're alive again, you can't return to that universe. You're dead there."
He hid the most painful truth—that he had traded his own life for hers and had only two years left.
She hugged him tightly, "Thank you so much."
"Then can I get a kiss?" he teased, trying to lighten the moment.
"You pervert," she replied, blushing.
Suddenly, the door opened, and a doctor walked in.
"Congratulations, Miss Hye, you're awake. Let me check if everything is okay," he said.
"Thank you," she replied with a smile.
When the doctor removed his mask, Min-Joon's eyes widened in shock. "Jung-Wook?" he exclaimed.
"Do you know each other?" Hye-Jin asked, puzzled.
Jung-Wook's eyes met Min-Joon's with a devilish grin, his face a mask of malevolence. But when he turned to Hye-Jin, his expression softened into an angelic smile. "No," he replied, his voice a chilling contrast.