Bodies in my Basement ○ Yeonbin

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The front door to a small brown house sat ajar, creating an ominous feeling as I walked towards it. I was followed closely behind by four of my closest friends, listening to their shaky breaths as we made it to the creaking doorstep.

If we didn't do this now, who knew if we would live to get another chance.

So it was now or never.

I sucked in air, holding my breath as I took my first step inside my boyfriend's house. The walls that were once comforting were now tainted with fear. The freestyle paintings that surrounded me were seemingly staring at me, their vacant eyes boring into my being.

And the painting of myself sitting in the center of the masterpieces was the most offputting. In the lack of light, my smile looked more like I was in pain than happy. My eyes were almost entirely black, and the paint covering my face looked more like blood than anything.

If I didn't know that the subject matter was alive, I would've guessed my boyfriend took the morbid hobby of drawing corpses.

And maybe he did. Almost all of the people in these paintings were missing... Taehyung, Hoseok, Seokjin, Jungkook, Namjoong, Yoongi, Jimin, Nikki, and Jungwon.

The more I thought about it, the quicker shivers crawled up my spine.

The only three that weren't missing were Taehyun, Kai, and Beomgyu, who all looked at the paintings in shared disbelief. Then, there was me.

I wanted to give Soobin the benefit of the doubt. I wanted to be disgusted for even thinking that my boyfriend was capable of doing something so vulgar. But yet again, part of me had always known something was wrong with him.

But a murderer? There was no way Soobin could ever take a life.

But I guess even the people you are closest to have secrets of their own.

"Yeonjun-ah, are you ok?"

I flinched as I felt a hand place itself on my shoulder, spinning around to see Kai looking back at me with a gentle expression. Despite his deep dark circles, something about him seemed to glow.

I smiled, looking to the ground as I felt a pang of sorrow in my chest, "I think so." I mumbled.

How could I be ok when my boyfriend was suspected for the disappearance of nine men?

Beomgyu sighed, looking around frantically, "Guys, we only have a couple hours before Soobin gets home." He said urgently, pulling me and Kai into Soobin's bedroom where Taehyun was already rummaging around aimlessly, "We need to pick up the pace."

I closed my eyes, slowing my breathing as I felt my heart speed up. Everything was going to be ok, this was just a misunderstanding caused by coincidence. I needed everything to be alright, I needed to be able to sleep easy knowing that my boyfriend wasn't some sort of murderer.

I walked to Soobin's bed, sitting on it slowly. I had been in this bed many times before, yet never with a sense of dread. Only pleasure and lust.

I felt dirty now.

I felt tears prick at the corners of my eyes, shaking my head to clear the thoughts from inside it. I was here to do something, not let my mind consume me.

"Yeonjun, could you check underneath his bed?" Beomgyu's voice caused me to flinch slightly.

I nodded, getting off his bed and kneeling down. I felt a knot in my throat as my eyes landed on box after box. I had seen the contents of almost all of them. One contained pictures of Soobin's childhood, baby pictures of him smiling brightly. Another held old keepsakes. I couldn't imagine anything worse than the box of intimate toys being hidden under here.