The F-Class Healer Omega is a Villain [BL]-Chapter 50: Let’s dance

The onlookers stood frozen, their breath caught, as Yoon Seoyul gracefully took the offered hand. Aera, unimpressed, leaned back into her seat with a sigh as Seoyul descended from the carriage with Cheon Areum’s steady support—each step he took down the narrow carriage stairs deliberate and elegant, like a princess making her grand entrance.

"It’s a banquet..."

Cheon Areum murmured, locking eyes with Yoon Seoyul, a faint smile forming on his lips. But before he could continue, Inho cut in, striding up with the glowing map in hand.

"Master, all of the monsters—including the boss—are gathered in the ballroom."

He tapped the map meaningfully.

"Should we just raze it down like we usually do?"

"It’s a banquet."

He repeated softly, a grin tugging at the corners of his lips. Cheon Areum blinked once, picking up from where he left, eyes glittering playfully with excitement, looking up at Yoon Seoyul.

"Let’s dance."

"You want to join them?"

Hwan scoffed from the side, only to be met with a firm hand to the face as Cheon Areum pushed him back without even sparing him a glance—his gaze still in contact with Yoon Seoyul’s, awaiting an answer.

"Let’s check out the ballroom first."

Yoon Seoyul spoke stoically as he grasped Cheon Areum’s wrist and pulled him along. Cheon Areum barely had time to react, stumbling a little as he was led up the grand staircase. The others—Inho, Hwan, and Aera—followed closely behind, fully on alert, hands ready for anything.

At the top of the staircase, two ornate doors loomed before them—polished wood inlaid with golden filigree, etched with vines and roses. Standing guard before it was a man who looked too plump and too cheerful for someone stationed at the threshold of danger. His silver hair was slicked back, and his round cheeks were stretched into a smile that was just a little too wide to be comforting. With a deep bow and a practiced grace, the old man reached out and pushed open the doors.

"Welcome, honored guests," he said warmly, his voice buttery smooth.

"The banquet awaits."

The doors swung open with a hushed grandeur, revealing a ballroom straight out of a fairytale—or perhaps a dream laced with illusion. freёnovelkiss.com

Chandeliers floated elegantly above the vast room like constellations captured mid-twinkle, casting a golden glow that shimmered over flowing gowns, crisp suits, and eyes that glinted like glass. The polished marble beneath their feet reflected the glimmering lights and dancing silhouettes, making the entire space feel like a scene trapped between worlds. Gilded columns rose like guardians of the past, carved with patterns that whispered of wealth and eras long buried.

A live orchestra, tucked neatly near the corner under velvet-draped arches, began to play a slow, noble waltz. The mournful strings and deliberate piano notes seeped into the air, coaxing elegantly dressed couples onto the dance floor. Their movements were refined, practiced, graceful—almost perfect.

Their laughter sounded human. Their eyes held the gleam of intelligence. Their conversations—soft, cultured, polite—could have belonged at any royal gala. And yet... these were the monsters. Creatures they had to slay. Beings that, by the rules of this gate, needed to die for the exit to appear.

"Looks good enough! Let’s dance, Yoon Seoyul."

Cheon Areum declared with a cheeky grin. Yoon Seoyul raised a brow, but he said nothing, simply letting the smaller hand pull him closer to the dance floor.

"Where do you get the guts to act so carefree inside a dungeon..."

Inho lamented with a visibly darkening face. Aera, losing interest in them, eyed the lavish banquet table laid out across the side of the ballroom—steaming roasts, delicate tarts, and shiny glasses of wine. As she took a step toward it, Hwan hissed, his eyes darting suspiciously over the room.

"Don’t be tempted! That might be your last meal!"

Cheon Areum barely glanced at them, already swaying to the flowing rhythm of the waltz as if he belonged there, his movements fluid and effortless. His fingers found Yoon Seoyul’s once more, a gentle but firm grip as he guided him through the opening steps of the dance.

The music surrounded them as Cheon Areum’s body moved accordingly to his memories—measured, poised, and elegant. He had learned the waltz from an early age, trained to glide across ballrooms with practiced nobility. It had been one of the many social obligations drilled into him as a child of high status. Yet back then, he never had the chance to dance like this. His previous body had been fragile, lungs too weak to withstand the strain.

Now, feeling the floor under his feet and the strength in his limbs, he smiled widely.

This was freedom.

And for a fleeting moment—despite the lurking danger, the guests in human skin around them, and the truth behind this illusion—Cheon Areum chose to dance.

"Can you dance the waltz too?"

"No, but it’s easy to follow you."

Replying to him, he glimpsed at the other couples for more guidance. Yoon Seoyul twirled him a few times as he spun him out, then back in, the momentum of the turn pressing his palm into Cheon Areum’s chest. Close enough now to feel each other’s breaths.

One.

Yoon Seoyul spun him out into space, and then back in with a firm pull. The sudden closeness made their bodies align, and the momentum of the turn pressed Yoon Seoyul’s palm firmly against Cheon Areum’s chest, just above his heart.

Two.

They stood still for a brief second, caught in the thrum of their own heartbeats. Then, as if snapping out of a trance, Cheon Areum gently pulled away, just enough to create space between them while keeping their hands still linked.

Three.

At that very moment, an earsplitting crack split through the grand ballroom. The chandeliers above groaned before shattering all at once—one after another like glass rain falling from the heavens. Shards of crystal and molten gold rained down around them in a symphony of destruction, each piece catching the light in its descent before clattering onto the marble floor.

The lights blinked out, plunging the room into sudden darkness—except for the moonlight.

A pale silver glow spilled through the tall arched windows, washing over them in a quiet, haunting calm. It illuminated the ballroom like a forgotten painting, holding Cheon Areum and Yoon Seoyul in its center, their shadows stretching long across the floor.

Only the moon remained there to hold and witness them now.

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