Blood On The Dance Floor | kookv

Chapter 3

Taehyung shivered.

He felt the front door only narrowly missing the back hairs of his neck as it slammed shut. With a loud, thumping heart, Taehyung slowly crept over the marble floors of the house. A gentle click accompanied each step as his heels rapped against the cold stone. Every stride brought an overwhelming weight onto his shoulders—onto his chest. Taehyung just couldn't shake off the feeling of not being welcome.

Shaking off his fear, Taehyung walked up the stairway from the foyer, ignoring the living room as he searched for where Jungkook used to sleep. Some people might say that someone's bedroom contains a lot of information about themselves. It is, after all, where they spend most of their time. Whether it be asleep, allowing their imaginations to be woven into dreams, or making love with your one true soulmate. Or maybe someone's bedroom is where they breathe their final breath, wrinkly and old, skin as rough as leather-- struggling to hold on. But some people might disagree. Others might argue that one's true soul lies in the living room, or maybe in the decorations of the house, or maybe even the kitchen. But the point was, Taehyung wanted to try out the bedroom first. It was always a go-to location for ghost hunters. They just always seemed to be more active there. Taehyung liked to think that they were just more comfortable spending their eternal days somewhere they were familiar with.

After peaking through a few doors, some filled with things that he would rather not have seen, Taehyung finally located the master bedroom. And my oh my was it huge.

In fact, the word 'bedroom' would be an understatement. It was more like a full-on chamber. Right upon walking in, Taehyung pondered on which way he should go. Since the entrance to the chamber split into two different directions, he decided on taking the path on the right as he could see a bathtub in the room at the end of the left path. Eyes open wide with wonder, Taehyung couldn't help but gawk a little bit. He was never fortunate enough to live with such a luxury. Hell, Taehyung had never seen such a beautiful house before. It was big, for starters. But it had a warm, cosy feel to it-- sort of like the feeling you get when you are at a Christmas party at a relative's home.

Taehyung couldn't help himself-- he reached out his right hand, gently letting it drag against the smooth surface of the ashy-grey wall as he shuffled through the small hallway. Even the wallpaper felt expensive.

But the biggest surprise was yet to come. Because now, Taehyung finally arrived at his bed. Taehyung gasped audibly as he ran over to inspect the linen of the sheets. 

They are clean, as expected. Jungkook does value hygiene

Deciding to explore, Taehyung poked his nose through a few bedside drawers, closets, shoe boxes, but never found anything different from your usual lube and condoms.

For a moment, Taehyung felt tempted to lie down on the said bed. With its pure, white linen and its long and soft mattress, Taehyung could only imagine how it would feel to be able to live and sleep every day.

But recalling the real purpose of his visit, Taehyung gathered his thoughts as he set down his camera bag on the floor beside his feet. Unzipping the bag, Taehyung brought out his tripod stand, camera, spirit box, and EMF recorder. Setting up his tripod, Taehyung allowed himself to hum a sweet melody. A song--but one of Jungkook's to be exact.

Though he wasn't known as a singer, but rather for his dancing, the multi-talented Jungkook still possessed the gift of singing. On the internet, he was known to upload covers of other famous songs that dominated the music industry. Only then, after singing the song, would he dance to it. Choreographing it in his own way, allowing the music to flow into his body. Allowing himself to become one with the music. Letting the rhythm run through his veins, and the beat pumping his heart.