After Dark || Jikook

Chapter 07: Deja Vu

Jimin's face is tense, and eyebrows furrowed as he stands in front of the house's door-step.

Audrey's house isn't too big, quite a pretty and decent house, enveloped in silence inside and outside all around the neighborhood. There weren't any people outside and it made Jimin think whether this was a discreet and rich community.

He rings the bell, hands going back to still feel the gun strapped to his waist just in case it was needed, something about the atmosphere around the house didn't sit right with him.

A few seconds pass, and those few seconds become a minute.

Okay, something was definitely off.

But just in case—

He rings the bell again.

This time he doesn't wait nearly for a minute, instead grabs the handle and twists it.

He hears the familiar click and dread fills his chest.

Oh, no, it's open.

He looks around for a moment before reaching behind for his gun, holding it in his hand as the left hand twists and opens the door, inch by inch.

He's slow and quiet, heart beating against his chest, eyes darting around for threats actively.

It's a homely home, and there seems to be nothing out-of-place or messy that could indicate a forced intrusion. He licks his chapped lips, sauntering light on his feet, he closes the door behind him, not really locking it.

It's peculiarly silent, the only sound being Jimin's own labored breath.

Nothing, no sound of footsteps, or other breaths, he cautiously walks towards the corridor of the house, hands holding the gun steadily.

There are 3 doors, two on either of the sides and one straight ahead.

Jimin's eyes fixate on the one ahead, the door wide open, it's a bathroom, and the sink and his own reflection in the mirror is visible.

The sink.

The color.

That's— That's blood.

Jimin's face morphs into one of horror.

"Oh fuck." He whispers under his breath, opening the first door to his right in panic.

There lies Audrey in her bed, covered in a homely blanket, eyes closed.

There's a pang of pure pain and regret in Jimin's heart as he rushes across the room and leans into the bed.

"Audrey?" He asks, bringing his hand infront of her nose.

Not breathing.

Panic intensifies.

"No." He mutters as his hands glide down to press against the other's neck, trying to find a pulse.

Null, nothing.

"Audrey!" He shouts, his head spinning as he stares at the dead woman's calm face.

Wait if she's dead in such a unharmed state—

He scrambles to pull the blanket off the woman, breathing heavily.

She's fully clothed, god bless, no signs of molestation on her skin.

Jimin's struggling with breathing.

Dead— Audrey's dead.

A team member.

His hands shakily tighten the grip on his gun, teeth grinding hard, trying to keep himself calm.

And as he does, he hears a familiar click behind him, the click of a loading gun, he doesn't even flinch, just staring at the woman with wild eyes.