Blood On The Dance Floor | kookv

Chapter 5

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

laughter?

Taehyung slowly opened his eyes, bewildered at the random explosion of humour from the younger.

"What? W-what is it?" Taehyung asked, eyebrows furrowing as he eyed Jungkook, who was bending over from how hard he was laughing.

The ghost chuckled, pointed at Taehyung with a shaky hand, "Did you really think that I was going to kiss you then?" Jungkook made a dismissive sound, all the while a grin plastered on his face as he shook his head left and right.

The aforementioned terror that Taehyung was feeling abruptly left his body, draining out of him like a sink as a feeling of annoyance took over him.

"Well, you are a ghost, I know that for sure. But I'm not scared of you!"

This somehow, beyond the understanding of the poor boy, amused the ghost further.

"Says the one who was shaking in fear moments ago."

"Was not!" Taehyung squealed out, his face flushing a deep red in embarrassment.

Jungkook snickered, leaning walking back towards Taehyung again, back in the same position he was in before. The boy's eyes shot open as wide as saucers, his eyebrows raised in anticipation as he watched helplessly when Jungkook leaned over him again; forcing Taehyung onto his back once more.

Bending his face over Taehyung's, he surprised the boy when after a few moments he felt nothing touching him. No lips, no mouth, no teeth, or whatever other weapons that ghosts had hidden in their face. Opening his right eye slightly, Taehyung risked a peek of Jungkook's face, which was now only centimetres from his.

In a sultry, husky voice, Jungkook breathed out, "If you weren't shaking in fear, then was it your heart shaking for me?"

Taehyung could have collapsed if he wasn't already lying somewhat uncomfortably on a dead person's bed. Blood rushed to his cheeks at a record speed, causing his face to resemble the colour of Jungkook's garden of roses on display outside.

"W—What?" Was all Taehyung could mutter out. He mentally slapped himself for stuttering, as it made him look even more like an idiot than he already was. 

In what felt like no time, Jungkook was already off of Taehyung's body, now repositioned by one pillar attached to the corners of the bed, leaning on it with a smirk on his face.

"Did I scare you now?"

Taehyung grimaced, the urge to rip that smirk off of his idol's face grew stronger than ever.

"The hell you did! You didn't scare nothin' out of me," Taehyung muttered as he stood up from the bed, and in front of Jungkook's-still smirking-self.

"Well, it sure looked like it, pretty boy."

"Excuse me, but I have a name. Please use it," the newly nicknamed 'pretty boy' sassed.

Rolling his eyes, Jungkook uttered a quiet "whatever" at Taehyung as he began marching out of the bedroom chamber, completely abandoning all of his camera equipment amid his fit of rage. Stomping down the stairs, with every intention to annoy the ghost, Taehyung sighed in relief as he started approaching the front door. But before he could twist the kob, a familiar pale hand slithered around his wrist as it jerked his hand off of the knob.

Already knowing that it was Jungkook, Taehyung braced himself to unleash every bit of his annoyance onto him, but it surprised him to see and feel that he now pinned him against the wall; with the hands of the ghost on either side of his head. 

Taehyung felt all the air leave his lungs, and all the energy drain from his body.

"You know, for someone so small you have quite the temper," provoked Jungkook; who enjoyed this little interaction of theirs more than he should?

Face turning red not only from embarrassment, but a combination of humiliaion, Taehyung  caterwauled, "Tsk! But you never seem to show this kind of  behaviour to the world! What will everyone think when they find out that their beloved Jeon Jungkook is really just a pervert?"

A loud slam echoed across the room as Jungkook hurled his fist at the wall beside Taehyung's head, clenched so tightly that his already pale skin turned pure white.

"Now listen here, pretty boy, you trespassed into my house, and disturbed me in my everlasting misery. And you have the audacity to threaten me? When I'm already nothing but a forgotten soul?" Jungkook let out a quiet chuckle, empty of humour.

"Leave."

"What?"

"I said, LEAVE!" the ghost's voice thundered, loud enough to shake the wall Taehyung was pinned against.

For a reason Taehyung could not fathom, he felt a portion of his heart crack. But only just a little. He felt a sharp tang along the back of his throat, warning him of the falling tears that were to come. 

What is this? Why do I feel so guilty?

Unbeknownst to him, Jungkook ad already vanished. Any trace of his being in this room completely gone.

But Taehyung knew better. Though he could be sassy and stubborn, he at least know that when a ghost tells you to get out of him domain, you better get the fuck out of there.

In mere seconds, or as it felt, Taehyung swept up all of his camera equipment and booked it out of there. His  heels clanking on the marble floor as he desperately tried to escape. Once he reached the safe haven of the pavement, Taehyung was reduced to no less than a panting mess. His tongue hanging out like a dog as he tried to gather in as much oxygen as his lungs could take.

However, Taehyung had the unusual urge to look back. To turn back and give the haunted house one last glance. To give it it's final farewell. And yet no matter how hard the boy tried to resist this urge, he simly couldn't. The feeling was too strong.

So in one quick turn on his heel, he faced the front of Jungkook's house. His eyes darted quickly from object to object, as if searching for any suppernatural elements. And alas, he saw it. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a figure standing by the bedroom window. The window he recognised as it belonged to the room he was previously in. Taehyung gulped as he realised that it was in fact Jungkook who was standing there, watching his every move with his dark, onyx eyes. 

But instead of the fury that Taehyung expected to see on Jungkook's face, he was only met with a expression of longingness. The sight alone tugged on a few of Taehyung's heart-strings. Because no matter what, Taehyung understood how Jungkook was feeling. Trapped, alone, like there was nothing left to do with life. The sudden urge to embrace the ghost bubbled up in Taehyung's mind, but he was smart enough to resist.

And so Taehyung turned around, heading home with a heavy heart, and a mind whirling with thoughts of one certain person...