Blood On The Dance Floor | kookv

Chapter 4

"Hey."

Taehyung shivered.

A quick puff of air left his lips as his shoulders tightened, and his heart stopped. A feeling of light-headedness overcame Taehyung, in a way that felt like his soul had left his body.

Not daring to turn around, Taehyung squeezed his eyes shut, hoping that whatever that spirit was would just go away and leave him alone.

But he had no such luck.

After a few more moments of terrifying silence, Taehyung could make out the sound of shoes clicking against the hard, marble floor. 

Click, clack, click, clack

Whoever those feet belonged to seemed to be taking their time, taking leisurely strides towards the head of the bed.

Right in front of Taehyung.

Jamming his eyes shut even harder, Taehyung could not understand how his fat tears still managed to roll out of his eyes. His chest shook with each shaky breath, jutting in and out as his quiet whimpers grew into uncontrollable sobbing.

This can't possibly be happening, this can't possibly be true! Ghosts aren't real, ghosts aren't real... Calm yourself Taehyung! This is all just in your imagination... Damn it, get it together, Taehyung!

The raucous voices of his thoughts bickered in his mind, causing the poor boy to quiver in fearfulness state.

After a brief pause, the person strode even closer to Taehyung, to the point where he could feel the breath of the being brush against his forehead with every cold exhale.

"Hey,"  the voice repeated once more.

There was no point in denying it.

The voice could have only belonged to one person.

And no matter how hard Taehyung was trying to ignore it, the truth of the situation was inescapable.

The voice belonged to Jeon Jungkook.

"Open your eyes," the chilling voice rasped in a low tone, coaxing Taehyung into doing just that.

Giving in and finally accepting his fate, Taehyung opened his eyes as slowly as possible; trying to delay the inevitable.

But alas, standing before the quivering boy,

was none other than Jeon Jungkook himself.

Taehyung whimpered in fear, as just the mere appearance of him intimidated the boy beyond belief. To Taehyung, it felt like he was meeting a deity. Like seeing a god standing before him. But in this case, the god was Jeon Jungkook. A dancer, an idol, a legend. But most importantly, the owner of the house in which Taehyung had just intruded in. The person whose name Taehyung had used for his own gain.

"I--I didn't mean to--" Taehyung stuttered uncontrollably, feeling extremely uncomfortable under the harsh gaze of Jungkook.

To the surprise of Taehyung, Jungkook actually didn't look like your average undead spirit. No flimsy and ripped articles of clothing were to be seen. No rotting flesh was visible anywhere on his body. In fact, he looked as fine as ever. His curly black hair, shiny with grease hung loosely around his face. The jacket and pants he wore were tailored to perfection, fitting every inch of his godly body like a glove. The aubergine colour of his blazer contrasted with his earings which were suspended in the air via a small but delicate chain connecting to his ear lobe. With his arms akimbo, the piercing gaze of Jungkook's deep-set black eyes burning right through Taehyung's soul.

The only thing apart from his noticeably paler skin that stuck out to Taehyung was his expression.

The usually cheerful and bubbly boy whom Taehyung and many million other have come to love and cherish was nowhere to be seen. The being that stood before Taehyung looked like a shell of who Jungkook used to be.

His shoulders hung low in a sense of extreme exhaustion, his face was curled into an unpleasant grimace.

Apart from his outward appearance, the man standing before Taehyung was unrecognizable.

"Who are you," Jungkook drawled, his intense gaze not leaving Taehyung's eyes as he held the other as a prisoner in thought.

Taehyung couldn't manage to reply, as all the air seemed to have let his lungs as he was paralyzed and completely petrified at the sight of Jungkook.

"Well?" The spirit's voice thundered, shaking Taehyung to the core.

Trembling slightly, Taehyung replied, "I--um, I am Kim Taehyung." He mentally slapped himself for stuttering.

"And what business do you have here in my home?" The ghost questioned with a raised eyebrow.

"I'm j-just filming a video for my Youtube channel... I never thought that you would... would..."

"Would what? Appear out of thin air?" Jungkook scoffed, sneering before looking back at the shivering boy. "You aren't any different to everyone else. You all think that you can just use me a tool--like a ladder to climb to reach everlasting fame."

Taehyung was on tenterhooks, awaiting what the ghost of his idol might utter next.

"Get out."

"W-what?"

Jungkook turned on his heel and walked away, flexing his back muscles as he strode elegantly away from Taehyung; who was still frozen in shock on the bed.

Debating what to do next, Taehyung wished he would have given his choice more thought before he accidentally blurted out, "No!"

The ghost abruptly stopped mid-stride, freezing mid-motion as if trying to process the sheer audacity of Taehyung's gibelike exclamation. Turning on his heel, without altering his position, Jungkook spun back around to face Taehyung--eyes dark and predatorial.

"What did you just say?" asked the ghost brusquely.

Wincing at Jungkook's voice, Taehyung felt his body curl up like a flattening balloon. In a sudden feeling of intense anguish, he deeply regretted his decision.

"I-I didn't mean to-"

Before the poor boy could go on, Jungkook had already repositioned himself a mere inch from Taehyung's face, somehow teleporting from one place to another in less than a second. With his arms on either side of Taehyung's torso, Jungkook leaned in, eyes still locked with Taehyung's, and with the same alpha eyes ready to eat him up limb by limb.

Panicking, Taehyung fell backwards on his back onto the soft linens of Jungkook's bed as he felt the aforementioned move closer towards him.

Is he going to kill me?

Shit, well I guess this really is the end...

Muttering out a quick prayer, Taehyung squeezed his eyes shut as he felt Jungkook's breath fan against his exposed neck; mentally preparing himself for his inevitable death.

But then Jungkook stopped.

He stopped leaning in closer, even though he was only a few centimetres away from Taehyung's sun-kissed neck.

What?

However, before Taehyung could freak out and lose his mind just a little more, he heard...

laughter?