In Another's Shoes.

Crimson Chase & Run.

Jungkook noticed my hesitation and smiled reassuringly.

Jungkook: Don't worry, it's just a simple game. I thought it might help you relax.

He pulled me towards himself, his fingers gently lifting my chin so I looked into his deep brown eyes.

Jungkook: Let's play chase and run. You'll run, and I'll start to chase you after 20 seconds. I'll count, and you have to go and hide somewhere before I see you.

I just nodded hesitantly. The idea seemed childish and harmless, but a part of me was still filled with dread.

Jungkook started counting, his voice calm and steady.

Jungkook: One... two... three...

As he started to count, I decided to head upstairs, my footsteps quickening with each passing second. The stairs creaked under my weight, and I could feel the panic rising in my chest. I had just reached the halfway point when I glanced back and saw Jungkook already looking at me from the bottom of the stairs.

My heart skipped a beat, expecting him to start pursuing me up the stairs, but to my surprise, he turned and walked towards the kitchen instead. It was as if he didn't see me, as if I were invisible to him.

Confusion mingled with my fear, and I hesitated, wondering if this was part of some twisted game he was playing. I couldn't understand his actions, but I knew I had to keep moving.

I continued up the stairs, my mind racing with questions. Why didn't he follow me? Was he toying with me, trying to lull me into a false sense of security? Or was there something more sinister at play, something I couldn't yet comprehend?

The silence of the house was oppressive, broken only by the distant sounds of Jungkook moving through the kitchen. I reached the top of the stairs and paused, my breath coming in short, quick gasps.

As I stood there, trying to steady myself, I remembered that the balcony overlooked the kitchen. If I could sneak over there without making a sound, I might be able to see what Jungkook was doing.

The thought of spying on him filled me with a mix of dread and curiosity. I moved cautiously, my feet barely making contact with the floor as I crept towards the balcony. Each step felt like an eternity, the silence amplifying every creak and groan of the old house.

When I finally reached the balcony, I lowered myself to my knees and inched forward, careful not to disturb anything. Peering over the edge, I saw Jungkook standing in the kitchen, his back to me.

He was leaning on the counter, his head bowed as if deep in thought. The kitchen's eerie atmosphere added to the sense of unease that had been growing within me. The faint light from a single candle cast long, flickering shadows, making the room seem even more ominous.

The old appliances and worn countertops gave the space a sense of abandonment, as if it hadn't been used or cared for in years, though i know it's not true, they were used in the evening when making dinner but in the dark they all seem different.

Jungkook's posture was unusual, almost defeated, his shoulders slumped and his head hanging low. I couldn't see his face, but his body language spoke volumes. He seemed lost in thought, or perhaps wrestling with some inner turmoil.

The sight of him like this, so different from his usual confident self, What was he thinking about? Why had he come to the kitchen instead of following me upstairs?

As I watched Jungkook from the balcony, my heart pounded in my chest. As Jungkook moved away from the kitchen counter, my eyes darted nervously around the room. That's when I noticed it-the row of knives meticulously arranged on the table, concealed from my view before.