In the aging bathroom, Tae leaned against the cracked porcelain sink, breathing deeply.
He felt cold and empty.
The problem with seeing the dead so much was you forgot you were still part of the living. It felt like Jimin had pulled him inside out with the force of his urgency and fear.
He was still trembling.
He felt a cold tremor run down his spine. "Please no." he mumbled, closing his eyes as he waited for the feeling to pass.
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Jungkook found Tae with his eyes closed, leaning against the bathroom sink.
"You okay?" he asked softly, chocolate eyes catching his own in the mirror, smiling softly.
"Yeah, I'm okay." he said straightening, his dog tags clinking softly at the movement.
The younger moved further into the room toward Tae. Halfway across the room he was hit by a vision. Gasping, he stalled in his steps, eyes wide and unseeing.
(Tae was pressed against him, panting, the sound of rhythmic thrusting filling his ears. He was bent over something, holding onto it tightly. Tae moving behind him. It felt so good.)
"Kookie?" Tae was standing in front of him worried.
With a gasp, Jungkook returned to himself, feeling flushed and aroused.
"A bad one?" Tae asked sympathetically.
Jungkook shook his head and smiled as he grabbed the front of Tae's shirt, pulling him into a forceful kiss.
Tae froze in shock, the object of his unrequited love was kissing him. He wrapped his arms tightly around the beautiful boy before him. Catching his breath, he buried his face in the crook of the youngers soft neck, inhaling his scent.
"I wanted to do that for so long." Tae whispered, pressing the boy closer.
"Me too. Although we should stop here as everyone knows having sex is an automatic death sentence for people in situations like ours." Jungkook giggled.
Chuckling, Tae nodded. "You're right. Let's get back to the others."
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It was late afternoon, and none of them wanted to stay another night. Dr. Lee no longer had any inclination to talk to them, secluding herself, she continued to mutter and scribble.
"Any ideas Tae?" Namjoon asked.
Tae had related Jimin's message about the 'heart', but they hadn't come close to having any idea as to what it could mean.
"Well, it must have something to do with the house, since it won't let us leave." Jin reasoned.
"The ghosts are terrifying, but...I think Jin hyungs right, it's gotta be the house itself." Jungkook said.
Namjoon was reviewing his notepad. "It concerns me that Tae had received a warning of coming to this place, and the contradictory messages. The ghosts want us out, but the house won't let us leave."
"I do believe it's the house as well, but not in the way that would leave someone believing it's...alive, so to speak."
"What do you mean?"
"Remember what I said about the witching, or devil's hour?"
The other boys nodded.
"I think the house is possessed by something far more sinister than ghosts, something...evil."
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Waking the Dead
Фанфик"Are you from the house?" A small smile spread on the unburned side of the man's face, the lipless grinning skull stayed eerily motionless. "I don't need your warning, I know I'm walking into hell."
