Murder At The Kim Estate: Prologue
Genre: Murder Mystery au!
Warning: mentions of blood, murder, guns
Summary: You've been invited to the eery Kim Estate and as a paranormal investigator, you can't wait to check the place out and find out if the rumors about the mass murder are true.
Jeon Jungkook sets the silver tray carefully on the bar in front of him, turning it with the tips of his fingers so the light from the chandelier overhead can glint off its shiny surface.
“Perfect,” he whispers then grabs eight empty glasses from the shelf behind him and sets them on the counter. The sound of ice clinking against the inside of the glass is the only one in the room, a calming sound that causes Jungkook’s nerves to settle a bit. He’s fallen into a rhythm when sudden footsteps on the marble floor cause him to slosh some of the brandy from the decanter he’s holding onto the silver tray.
“Ah, Jungkook,” Kim Seokjin, says with a grand sigh. “Do we have everything ready? Aren’t our guests about to arrive?”
“They should be here anytime, sir,” Jungkook responds. “These drinks are the last thing on my list and then we should be all set.”
The master of the house frowns down at the splashed alcohol on the tray but quickly softens his expression again when he looks back up. “I do appreciate you putting this party together. I’ll admit I was worried at first to not be a part of the planning but I just checked on dinner and I think tonight will be a hit.”
Jungkook smiles. “Well, sir, I have been serving you for the past twelve years so I’d like to think I’ve come to learn what you like.” Then he holds out a drink. “Brandy?”
“Of course,” Seokjin says taking it and holding the glass up in a cheers. “To the Bangtan Historical Society,” he says and Jungkook nods though the man doesn’t see as he’s already tilting his head back.
“You been talking about me to the other staff, Jeon?”
Both Jungkook and Seokjin turn to find the younger Kim brother, Taehyung, making his way pointedly toward them. The man drops his hands down on the bar top loudly, eyes set on Jungkook in such a way that if they were daggers, they’d be digging into the butler’s throat.
Jungkook stands up taller. Having several inches on the boy and having dealt with his antics for a long time now, nothing about the stare is either new nor threatening to him. “I just said I’m getting sick of having to always pick up after you. You do realize you just left your prized revolver sitting on the coffee table in the library, right? Just out for anyone to pick up and play with?”
Taehyung leans back, cocking an eyebrow, mouth twitching into an incredulous smirk. “And who’s going to pick it up and play with it, huh? The children are with their mother at her parents’ house.”
“You never know,” Jungkook says, getting back to pouring the last drink and setting it carefully on the tray. He picks up a cloth and quickly swipes the spilled liquor off its surface. “Maybe someone else that has an eye for shiny things. Either way, I put it back in your nightstand where it belongs.”
A scoff escapes Taehyung’s throat. “Thanks,” he mutters then grabs the glass of brandy that Jungkook just put down and throws it back before slamming it empty again on the bar. “I’ll take another.”
Jungkook only glares at the younger of the two Kims, now taking his turn to throw daggers. He’s debating on whether he should just toss the liquid in the decanter he’s holding at the man or the whole bottle when chimes echo through the mansion.
“Ah, it seems our first guest has arrived!” Seokjin exclaims, clapping his hands together once before sweeping one arm out toward the grand front entry. “Jungkook, could you please let them in?”
“Right away, sir,” Jungkook says then sets the decanter on the counter for Taehyung so he can refill his own glass and slips out from behind the bar.
Jungkook clasps his hands behind his back, standing up tall and when he reaches the front door, he takes a deep breath as he grasps the knob. Tonight is going to be interesting, he thinks then pulls the door open.
