His Tutor || K.NJ x K.SJ || NAMJIN

「【 Eleven 」】

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Even though his family were over, he still had to go to school.

Jin groaned when the sun's burning light slapped his face.

He looked to his side, seeing his phone and a note next to the device.

Jin tiredly got up and read the note.

Hey hyungie!

  I left after you all went to sleep, didn't want to be a burden.

Call me if you need anything.

Bye~

-Joonie.

Jin chuckled to himself.

'Cute' He thought as he went into the bathroom.

His eyes widened as he saw the knife carving on his arm.

How the fuck....

*Flashback to the night before*

The house was dark and silent, only the sounds of crickets were heard.

A sound was heard, it was a lock.

A dark figure stepped into the home.

His footsteps heard.

The figure walked to the kitchen, grabbing a small kitchen knife, he stared at it, a creepy smile finding its way on his face.

The sick smile stayed plastered on the unknown man's face.

He pulled the hoodie down, carefully making sure no one saw his face.

The man went up the stairs quietly, trying not to wake up the people in the house.

The man took a right, heading in the direction of one certain room.

The door was painted a fading brown.

The black clothed man, opened the door, he cursed as it creaked.

The more he pushed the door, the more creaking noises it made.

The man slowly walked into the room, heading to the bathroom.

He smirked at himself as he cleaned the knife, he smiled creepily and sickly at the knife.

He walked out of the bathroom, holding the object tight in his hand.

He went over to the victims bed, slowly pulling the covers off of the sleeping victim.

The man took the victims hand making sure he wouldn't wake up.

He took out the knife, slowly scratching the unscarred skin, he chuckled silently.

He took the knife and jabbed it into the hand.

The victim growled in pain, but surprisingly never opened their eyes, didn't move, didn't make any noise.

The figure moved it slowly, carving two words into the skin.

The man pulled the knife out, as he stared at the red blood that stained the knife.

The figure licked the knife, tasting the sour taste of blood.

He laughed sickly, before he ran out of the opened window, disappearing into the dark alley.

*Flashback ends.*

Jin's breath hitched.

Who the fuck was he?

Jin saw the carving.

J.W

Were the words carved on his upper arm.

"Fuck." Jin whispered to himself. He put on a long sleeved shirt, he didn't want anyone noticing the letters.

Jin exited his house, and got on his motorcycle, the two words stuck in his head. The question repeating in his head.

Who is J.W ?

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