Blood On The Dance Floor | kookv

Chapter 1

"Breaking news, breaking news!"

"Superstar dancer, Jeon Jungkook is pronounced dead!"

"He was found dead in his home last night!"

"What could have possibly happened?"

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Sirens. That is all I hear.

The suddenly peaceful landscape surrounding my house turns into chaos within seconds; with the flashing lights blinding my eyes which seep in through the cracks of my window and the loud chorus of voices shouting inaudible nonsense.

I get up and onto my feet in a panic, fearing for the worst. Almost at once, the moment I get out of my house, I see swarms of people gathering at someone's house.

His house.

I feel a pair of hands grasp my shoulders, pushing me back towards the safety of my own home. Upon a few seconds, I come to realize that it is my older brother, Seokjin; a detective at the local police force. The lightness in my head that I feel after the impact seemed to last for hours. My vision was blurred and I could barely see ahead of myself. But by the time I had come to my senses, I could only see Seokjin's broad back, flexing every time he took a sprinting leap towards the madness. 

As my eyes followed his movements, watching his naturally dark brown hair dance in the wind, I sense of lightheadedness surged through me.

I felt myself relaxing.

I felt the strain of worry in my muscles soften.

 I felt my eyelids suddenly becoming heaving, threatening to drop down at any moment.

But at last, I give in to the feeling. The feeling inviting me to forget the turmoil going on around me grew far too strong.

I relieved a sigh of relief as I allowed that feeling to take over.

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Taehyung woke up from his nightmare with a start, feeling the cold sweat drenching his skin as he tried to recall his horrible dream.

What was the dream about?

Deciding to shake off his uneasiness, Taehyung opted for a quick shower before heading down to eat breakfast with his brother, Seokjin.

The two of them have this tradition where Seokjin always makes Taehyung breakfast before heading out to work. But, he makes pancakes on Sundays.

Today was Sunday.

And Taehyung remembered this fact as he was in the bathroom, freshening himself up for the long day of filming he had to come. He giggled at the thought of the heavenly maple syrup running across his tongue, and the scent of the kitchen smelling of a warm, welcoming aroma.

At this, Taehyung hurried his morning routine to, somehow, reach his beloved pancakes faster. He tried his best to apply all of his face creams and day creams as quickly as possible. But nonetheless, his efforts proved to be worthless as he still reached the dining room at his usual time.