namkook psycho

First Meeting

Namjoon's POV

Hello I'm Kim Namjoon, 17 years old and as you may want to know I live alone and I'm pretty rich because my whole family was killed and their possessions and money all fall into me the only Kim that survived...so yeah that's pretty much my background story, also I go to school, I'm a first year college student and I'm pretty confident well not too much but my intelligence is what keeps me going, really.. My life is pretty much peaceful even though I got no family anymore, I still have my friends with me, they always call me cute, soft and innocent; I'm practically their baby brother, they look happy so I let them be, I always wear pastel colored shirts so that adds to the 'soft' ambiance I give off, not that I hate it though.

I woke up at 5:00am and do my morning routine; toothbrush, shower, a little bit of push-ups(it's weird but who cares)and eat then I go to school, with my bag of course along with my motorbike(I drive? don't ask how just...don't)

I arrived at my school at 6:08am,given that my house or "mansion" is only a kilometer away, well who needs a motorbike going to school if it's not far right? alright whatever. I got in my classroom and sat at the nearby window writing songs which is my hobby I can't sing the high notes though, who knows? when I do , it might crack the window, so yeah not so ideal, but for the 5th time now for the past 30 minutes that I'm here, I can feel someone's gaze....And as I look at the door, a chill ran down my spine, there stand a man with black clothing and a mask and all I can see is his eyes--it looks like a doe's, staring at me and not blinking--I saw all of this in a split second before he ran down the hallway without making any sound....at all.

Jungkook's POV

Hi my name is Jeon jungkook, and I'm 17 years old, I'm a first year college student and I live alone because.. well my family died in a fire when I was still in middle school, our house was caught in a fire and I got home late because of my taekwondo practice, as I walk closer I hear the people screaming non-stop as they are trying to put out the fire, I stood there my mouth agape watching as the scene unfold right in front of my eyes...I couldn't cry even though I want to..so now as their youngest child all the inheritance landed on me, and it still pains me until now, but moving on, after that incident, I feel like there's something wrong with me, the feelings I once had was slowly drifting away and then one day, I heard a snap and the pain that I said that I'm feeling feels like it's only an imagination--like it doesn't feel that way anymore, I just--don't care now, and this never bothered me.

I woke up at 4:30 in the morning and do all my morning routine and exercising my ass off is always the first thing in the morning, my friends calling me the muscle man as much as it sounds cringe; It never bothered me.

I grabbed my things and my car keys and drove off to school.

I arrived at 5:30 am in front of our school gate. I'm early again today. Well, there's nothing to do in my empty house anyway. I roamed around for about 30 minutes to check every building if there's anybody with me, and as expected there's literally no one; even the staff in the school, until I heard a motorbike park in the parking lot, well even though I'm all the way to the other side of the building I can still hear them; having a sharp hearing and sense of smell is really not a bad thing. I walk or pretty much run down the hallway quietly as a force of habit of mine doing things or moving without making any sound because it irritates my hearing. I saw a tall guy wearing a light blue shirt and gray jeans with a matte black helmet along with his matte black motorbike, well not a bad taste as I can see, he then removed his helmet and my god! he....he looks.. fine asf, his slightly wavy black hair falling perfectly as he took off his helmet is so cute along with his long fingers decorated with rings is so cool and his eyes, lips and his..... dimples? I saw his dimples as he pressed his lips together in annoyance to something, all I can say is I like him....no, I love him, as I watched him in the parking lot a few meters away from him I see that he's going to my classroom so I followed him, and he sat by the window muttering something and knitting his eyebrows....wait.. I think he can feel me looking at him well I peeked at him for the 5th time now---what!?he looks this way !!s-shit!--I ran away as soon as I see his glaring eyes at me--How did he feel it when I'm at least 5 meters away from him?...and his eyes for a split second changed completely I-I feel chills ran down my spine...