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AU fanfic

Multiple Chapters

Pairing: Taehyung x OC

Genre: Romance, angst, horror

Music: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WkneoR3noxA

Can You Feel My Heart

Chapter One

The sound of light footsteps scurrying was what caught my attention. Not the glistening silverware on the table, or the crystal chandeliers that sent rainbow colored lights across the beige colored walls. The house was nice, from what I remembered. Nicer than the mansion I lived in across the street.

I'd let go of my mother's hand, while she was busy conversing with the couple that owned the property, and lifted the long, heavy table cloth that touched the wood flooring. There was nothing under there other than some chairs though so, unsatisfied, I dropped the tablecloth and headed over to the kitchen.

The black marble floor tiles were shiny enough to see my own reflection, with white matte counters that seemed to contrast the darkness beneath. It was there that I could hear it. The soft sound of crunching. For a five year old, I was certain the sound was going to come from some animal, like our cat, Mochi, but when I rounded the corner, I froze.

There was a boy, around my age. He was dressed in a shirt that was just slightly too big, covered in holes and hanging off one shoulder. He had his back to me, only showing a full head of raven hair, brown only were clumps of dirt had stuck to him. And he hovered something, munching on it with his entire face stuffed in the food.

I remember not understanding what I was looking at in that moment, but instinctively I'd backed at the smell of something worse than vomit and garbage. My leg had knocked against the chair, creating a soft squeak on the floor.

He stopped, straightening from his prior position. Slowly, he turned around so I could see his face. Streaks of red came down his mouth, and bloody white meat hung over his cheeks and lips. His eyes were big and dark, his expression brightened in a way I couldn't understand. That's when he raised his hand, palm up, offering a piece of meat to me from the dog he'd just been eating.

I screamed. Someone ran in, I don't remember who, but the boy was suddenly gone. My mother arrived a few seconds later, cradling me in her arms, while the lady of the house screamed at the sight of her own pet half eaten on the kitchen floor.

The memories after that moment were fuzzy. I'm sure my mother took me back home, reassuring me everything was okay. Of course, today was a different story. My mother would scoff whenever I brought it up, saying I had an overactive imagination. My father would pat my shoulder and reassure me it was just a bad dream, but even so, I can't remember the last time I'd been inside that house across the street. And not only that, the Kims didn't have a son. Maybe I had made the whole thing up, but that doesn't explain why I'd been seeing a therapist all these years to get over these weird thoughts floating around in my head.

"You look nice," my mother said from behind me, smoothing out the back of my sweetheart dress. It was black, down to the knee, and tight against my figure; not my style at all, but at least I'd convinced the maids to buy me a pair of flats to wear with. "If only you dressed like this more often."

I rolled my eyes, shaking my head. "How long is this dinner supposed to be?"

"You know this is an important dinner for your father," my mother avoided the question the same way I'd avoided answering hers. "So we'll be there for as long as he needs us." She licked the tip of her middle finger to straighten out some hair sticking out of my bun, and I recoiled in a very childish way.

I sighed, staring longingly at the canvases piled beside my bed. I had to order about ten brand new ones as the horrible failures sat in the corner of shame in my closet. I'd been going through an art block lately, and the more I messed up, the more desperate I felt the need to create something worth while. At least, that's what the lady had said to me during my portfolio review.

My mother grabbed my chin in her hand, squeezing my cheeks as she turned my head to face her. "Let's go," she stated, before letting go of my face and heading downstairs. I gave my bedroom one last glance before following her out.

My father was already by the door, wearing a long black coat with a blue scarf that matched his blue tie. The maids handed my mother and I our coats and gloves and shoes. We put on our outerwear and my father smiled under his short beard and mustache; a new look he was trying out. "Ready?" he asked as we walked out onto the porch. My breath let out an immediate white cloud as I buried my face in my scarf.

I'd almost made it our to our black Lexus when my mother grabbed my arm. "Where are you going?" she asked.

"The car?"

She grabbed my other arm and pulled me away from the vehicle. "We're not taking the car today," she explained, turning me in the direction of the house across the street.

I stood frozen for a few seconds until my mother prompted me to walk forward. Now I understood why she had both arms around me, as if I was going to bolt in the opposite direction. To be honest, as much as that image of the boy eating a dog had scared me, some strange part of me felt a twinge of excitement, like I was finally going to unravel the secret of that house. Of course, both nausea and anxiety were winning over any sort of thrill I was experiencing. No wonder my mother asked me twice today if I'd taken my medication.

We made it to their marble porch, which was even more grand than our own house. The bricks and columns and railings were all white to match the blanket of snow surrounding the house. A stark black door stared back at us, as if it were the only part of the house willing to swallow you hole.

My father rang the doorbell and two new maids appeared, ushering us in. They were very different from our own. The two ladies appeared to be in their thirties, and neither one of them spared us a welcoming smile. They silently took our belongings and disappeared just as quietly.

"Junsu!" A surprisingly loud, friendly voice called my father's name from the bland white coloring of the home.

"Chiwon," my father gave the man a respectful bow before being pulled into a friendly hug. I stared, shocked. Usually my father's business meetings were more stiff and formal, but Kim-ssi was acting as though they'd been friends forever.

My father turned to my mother and I. "This is my wife, Eunhee, and my daughter, Yumi."

Kim-ssi politely bowed to my mother and smiled at me. "Wow, what beautiful young ladies. How old is your daughter now?"

"Nineteen. She'll be twenty in the spring."

"She's growing up so fast," my mother pitched in, talking about me as if I weren't standing right there. I felt the need to tune them out, when I suddenly heard footsteps as something moved in my peripheral vision.

Unknowingly, I'd moved in the direction of the sound. The dining room looked similar to how it was before, but with a few alterations. Instead of the long table this one was changed to a slightly shorter one. The silverware looked new with a few more trays and tea sets. The chandeliers remained the same as last time, still high above the ceiling and throwing rainbows on the light colored walls.

I kept going until I was in that kitchen again. My feet froze at the entryway. The marble floor remained the same, but the cabinets and counters had gone from a bright white to a dull grey. And standing to his back to me was someone my age, wearing baggy black pants, a long white button down with straight dark brown hair.

Instead of hitting a chair, my breath hitched, and he turned to the sound. I half expected that same blood covered face to greet me, but there was nothing unusual about him. Clean shaven face, clear skin, dark eyes. In fact, the only unusual thing about him was how unusually good looking he was.

Kim-ssi came into the kitchen, walking over to the boy. "Ah, so you've met my nephew, Taehyung. He's twenty-two years old now, not much older than yourself."

Until this moment, Taehyung had stared at me with blank eyes, before one corner of his mouth pulled into a smile. "Hello." His voice sounded deep and stiff, and something about that smile made me cringe a bit. This wasn't that boy from before...was it?

A hand touched my shoulder, and I turned to my father. "Everything alright?" he asked, an uneasy smile on his face.

I glanced back at Taehyung, who stared at nothing in particular, and turned back to my dad. "Yeah, I'm fine."

(A/N: Sorry chapter one is a little slow. Please tell me what you think ^^ I may combine chapter one and chapter two in the future, depending on how long it is :)

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