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Chapter 1

Member's POV

The house has felt so lonely all these years. After the older couple that lived here passed away, there were no visitors except their son, Christopher, who would pop over sometimes to check on everything. He's grown so much. An occasional worker would come after being called to fix something or to clean. Aside from that it was just us, which was pretty boring. We are all tied to this house for the same reason. Unable to and not wanting to leave. We roam the walls of this residence every day, making sure to be quiet and go unseen when we're not alone. We have done this for centuries.

One day, we notice that Chris comes by with a woman. She's not his wife as we've seen her before. This lady is a petite woman, wearing business attire. She's older than him... maybe in her 50s? I hide in the kitchen to eavesdrop as they converse just inside the front door. It sounds like he's selling the place... she must be the realtor? He gives her a tour as they continue their discussion. Chris shows the large living area to the right of the foyer. Moving across to the left side they view the library/office space. Back into the expansive foyer, they walk under the wrought iron chandelier that matches the stair railings. 

They pass the staircase on the right, quickly gesturing towards the large laundry room tucked in behind the stairs and the half bath on the right before moving into the kitchen. He mentions two bedrooms located on either side of the kitchen, both with their own bathrooms. The bedroom on the left side is set off of the dining area. The right is adjacent to the media room, where there is an enormous flat screen TV still mounted on the wall. It looks fairly new. It will be left with the house, along with the gaming systems, the top-of-the-line kitchen appliances, and all of the wine in the cellar downstairs. 

The owner also mentions that old records along with the record player, the books and antique cameras that were left in the library will also stay. While still in the kitchen, he points out the window, down to the pool and the house out back. He explains that the pool house was turned into a gym/dance studio when he was younger. Everything in there will be included in the sale, which includes all of the workout equipment and the art supplies and bicycle in the storage closet. After several minutes, they ascend to the second floor where five other bedrooms are located on the left side, two on either side of the hall, and one at the end. The bedrooms on either side share a jack and jill bathroom while the one on the end had its own. The master suite has its own corner on the right. 

Could we finally be getting new people? I rush off to tell the others. The realtor comes by again days later and places a sign in the yard. "Open House." She adorns it with balloons of various shades. Further in the distance another sign has been set with matching balloons. "For Sale". The others and I watch from the second story window as she puts on the final details then goes to remove random things from her SUV; flyers, two platters of finger sandwiches, another platter of various desserts, pens, and a stack of business cards. With a wave of her foot, she closes the trunk and heads inside. 

"I wonder what the new owners will be like. Will it be another family?", I ask no one in particular. 

"We used to have so much fun with Chris and his brothers. I'm grateful that he respected our wishes and left our things as is," Hoseok mentions.

"I really miss those guys. Now they are grown up with families of their own. They can't even see us anymore," says Yoongi. 

"I know how you feel, Hyung. It always happens this way. I'm sure we would have led similar lives had we not died so young," reassures Hoseok.

As the guys continues chatting, I roam downstairs to see that the realtor has set up in the kitchen. She's nicely displayed the food and other items neatly on the large island. I lick my lips at the sight of the food. 

"I still don't understand why he decided on such a low price. With the house being in such great condition AND all of the things he's including in the sale, he could have gotten so much more!" 

She mumbled to herself as she put on the finishing touches. Just as she placed the last bottle of water next to the food, the doorbell rang. Checking her watch, she sees it's 12:50... she decided to go ahead and let the potential buyers inside.

Many people came in and out of the house today. Some single, some couples. Some older, some younger. I watch quietly as they all mingle and move around the space I am extra careful, making sure to not accidentally touch anyone; being mindful of what they're wearing. It's fun to watch all the different people. Their faces decorated with bright smiles and joyful eyes. I crouch at the top of the stairs, hugging my knees. I look up at a man holding hands with his husband at they reach the top of the staircase. They seem very interested in the house. I smile at their obvious excitement. I watch as they enter the double doors of the master suite, arms now linked. 

"It wouldn't be horrible if they moved in. They seem nice enough," I thought to myself.

Just as they walk out of sight, I catch a whiff of the most intoxicating scent. I look around to see where it could be coming from. After looking over my shoulders, I stand to look over the left banister and then the right. My eyes are then drawn down to the front door. I gasp as I take in the most beautiful woman I've ever seen! My love. You are the walking epitome of perfection. Your smile is blinding, causing my breath to continue to evade me. 

You are just as I remembered you. I can smell you from here... You scent is so sweet. Not like the pastries the realtor brought. You smell fruity, delightful, slightly floral, extremely enthralling. My mouth waters and heat spreads throughout my body. You wander inside, closing the door behind you, which causes your yellow baby doll dress to catch a slight gust of air. The scent becomes stronger. As if you were moving in slow motion, you slowly tuck a clump of curls behind your ear before pulling your purse strap further up your shoulder. You look around, eyes wide and mouth ajar. It looks like love at first sight. I know that look all too well. Please! Please buy the house!

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