Silhouette | JJK BOOK 3

Chapter Four: Attic

The next day rolled in pretty fast. I had to tell Namjoon my theory on my dreams. They're so vivid whenever I was in this house, I had to tell someone who would help.

"Namjoon, can we talk?" I pointed to his office. He grabbed the papers from the kitchen table and joined me in his office.

"I got the town paper that was printed today about the bodies in the woods. I'm trying to read and gather what could somehow help with solving who could have done such a thing." Namjoon rambled, still eyeing the paper in front of us.

"What was it that you wanted to tell me?" He asked slowly, taking his eyes off the printed words to meet my eyes.

"My dreams are back and worse. I'm sure you aren't surprised by the number of dreams I've had, but it's always when I'm in this house. I always get stuck and I can never force myself out of the dreams! Like last night, I was falling from a cliff and I couldn't wake up until the last second before I hit the water. I was left screaming for my life like I was actually falling to my death."

I held my breath, finally letting it all out. Namjoon stood dazed, "It's weird how it's only here you get the dreams badly.

"I know, it really is."

"We will get to the bottom of it, I promise," Namjoon sighed.

"Namjoon, let's go!" Jimin shouted from outside of the door, "I'm coming."

Namjoon turned to face me before gathering the papers again, "Try not to think about it. Dreams are dreams. We will figure it out when I'm finished with the business with this town. Don't let it bother you for now."

With that, he left me speechless. He had already exited the room before I could even say anything.

Bored with nothing to do, I wandered around the house again. It was Hoseok's time with Rosa, so I left them to it and walked to the third floor, noticing a door I never really paid attention to. I already noticed it but never thought to investigate it until now.

I looked behind me to see if anyone was around and pushed the door open. There were stairs that led to some sort of attic. I'm sure nothing was touched in decades with the amount of dust on everything. It was something out of a haunted mansion. It wouldn't hurt to search around.

I pulled the beige cover that was over everything. I coughed the dust away as I noticed a big painting just like the one I found of Jungkook and Adelia in Jungkook's secret room, but this time it was the seven boys. Namjoon stood in the middle as the rest was at each side of him, by the clothing I could already tell this was years ago. I walked closer to the painting to see a date printed at the bottom, December 13th 1899.'

"That was our painting for the new year. It was going into 1900, a new century. I can't believe this is still up here." Jungkook smiled, staring at it.

"How did you know I was up here?"

"I figured it out with the door left open. Nobody comes up here."

"Ah!" I chuckled, "You all look so happy," I said slowly gazing towards Jungkook watching a smile appear on his face.

"I know, we all look so young."

I eyed Jungkook searching for him to laugh afterwards. Was he being serious?

"I need to leave the jokes to Jin, I suck, don't I?" He hinted, causing me to look away, coughing away my laugh.

"I'm leaving," I said, attempting to keep my face straight.

"Hey!" I heard him laughing, running up to me. "Where are you off to now?"

"To go see our daughter, while you're up here... get to the library and learn better jokes."

"I've got better plans. Taehyung and I are going to meet up with Namjoon and Jimin."

"Whatever, just be careful."

I worried about them all whenever they left this damned house. With everyone at home, I knew everyone was safe.

"Don't worry, I'm always careful."

"Mhm, I'm sure you are."

Jungkook softly kissed my forehead before walking away.