Supremacy || Taekook

54

Maybe the mansion was magical, right?

I walked again that night. through red corridors, past white doors, my feet sinking into the carpet; it looked like blood-colored velvet.

Did I ever say the mansion smells?

It smelled sweet, a paradoxically comforting smell. As if its enormity didn't make it any less warm. I wandered again and I could smell the scent of household products, the carpet, the light breeze - like a heat that stagnated without being unbearable -, I heard, I imagined , the echoes of the laughter of young adolescents, and I started to imagine them physically, even though they were sleeping.

Here and there, a girl, a boy, cleaning, walking around, having fun. They were all asleep and yet it was as if their souls were still floating in the different rooms.

I could feel them. And that night, while looking for Ava, I began to imagine why Kang -Dae surrounded himself with these young people. Because yes, I had started to think about that: what if Kang-Dae wasn't an ephebophile? What if we were wrong.

I had been convinced of its nature. Taehyung seemed to be too.

But, deep down, I was now waiting for proof.

How unprofessional, isn't it? What a lack of rigor, to never have proven what we were saying. After all, that's how it worked, right ? Rumors, hearsay, deductions.

A network like Taehyung's had lacked this rigor. And, by dint of too much thinking, I began to imagine that it was our relationship, him and I, which had begun to distort everything, to make everything blurry, to make us forget why we were there, why we spent every day the doors of the box.

I felt strange, weird, more sure of nothing, and at the same time comically confident. As if suddenly I had a bitter taste of the beginning of the end.

"Hey, Jungkook, I'm here." Ava whispered to me, a little further away.

I knew it, and I wasn't surprised. We found ourselves in the same room, and I suddenly wondered how it could be so easy, to see each other without almost fear of getting caught.

"Are you okay? She asked me, worried. -Don't you find it too easy?"

My shoulders drooped.

But no anxiety. Everything had settled down during the night. It was probably the effect of what Kang-Dae had confessed to me. Or he knew everything. So, what now? Well, now I was caught up in this whole mess, and nothing could stop the machinery, which seemed to have been set in motion from the beginning, which had carried me away, which made me sail through the rooms and the noisy souls of the mansion .

The mansion must have been magical. That was the sense in which I said it.

"Jungkook." Ava whispered, a desolate smile on the lips.

As if she understood that I myself had understood what was at stake in all this.

I was no longer sure of anything. And from the look my colleague gave me, I understood that it was the same for everyone.

"Everything's going to be okay, you know. -He knows everything." I admitted.

She froze, but I saw less surprise on her face than I had expected. She also knew that this was all strange . She was smart, Ava, more than anyone.

I was surprised to feel his hands on my cheeks.

"You know Jungkook, you are overwhelming with emotions. Your face is so expressive... " She whispered.

She sent me another smile.

"There's nothing we can do now but prepare." she began.

I raised my head.