He's a killer.

Chapter two; Follower.

Kyungsoo nervously made his way to class, well aware he'd see Jongin. It was odd having such feelings, on days like today, he'd usually be happy to see such a handsome face, but today, that face made his stomach turn, made him actually wish he was blind. As horrible as that sounds, and he knows how many blind people would kill to see (litteraly.) He actually felt that way, he wouldn't have that image haunting him because he would've never known what it would look like, he would have never fallen for Jongin, as devastating as it would be to be blind, he thought how much easier it would be rather than having that image haunting him forever.

As he walked into to class, he felt a piercing gaze, but didn't dare turn around. He took the first available seat, obviously uncomfortable and waited for further intructions from the teacher.

"Class, we have moved the begging of exams to tomorrow due to an unexpected surprise, today will be your final day to review. The person next to will be reviewing with you, making sure you understand, and you will do the same."

He looked around at everyone chatting with their partner until it dawned on him that he was alone. Being alone was always great, he could tolerate being alone.

"Kyungsoo, do you have someone to review with?" The teacher asked, giving him a confusing look.

"N-"

"Yes, he does. Sorry Kyung, I just had to get my notes."

No. This isn't happening, he will not be forced to work with him, he can't, he can barely face him, let alone work with him. Jongin sat down rather quickly and got right to talking about the exams, acting as if nothing happened. It was hard following along, but he managed, just barely.

The day passed dreadfully slow, too slow to bare with, but it was finally over. He felt as if he was being watched the entire day, and that feeling still followed him, just like a certain Jongin. First of all, this kid hardly knew about Kyungsoo's existence, and now he won't stop following him. Strange how things change over the course of a night. Murder changes people.

It slowly got dark and Kyungsoo was still hesitant about going home, although it would probably be the last night he had before being killed, he found spending it alone much better.

Kyungsoo ended the day with a walk on the beach, the cold air touched his pale skin, sending shivers down his spine. The moon filled the sky brightly, he admitted that if this was the last thing he saw before dying, it would be a peaceful death. Okay, maybe Kyungsoo was overreacting, but if you caught your peer murder someone, you'd exaggerate as well.

"You can quit following me." He said casually. He felt another presence the entire time, but for some reason, he felt safe being 'watched over' (I'm not sure I'd call it that...)

"It's dangerous to be alone at night, especially by yourself."

"Yeah, I recall you telling me. Last night, wasn't it? Don't worry, I haven't forgotten. Now please, go."

Jongin grinned at the other

"Let me walk you home."

"Why don't you leave me alone and walk yourself home?"

Pissing off a criminal, nice one Kyungsoo. Who cares at this point, he knew that if this guy wasn't going to kill him, he asked for something in return, something big. Something Kyungsoo didn't think he was capable of. NO! Kyungsoo, don't think about this, you wont die. Kyungsoo repeated so many times, in hopes that this disaster could all be forgotten about, or maybe it was just a prank.

"Let me refrase that." Jongin said coldly.

"I'm walking you home."

Kyungsoo was stunned, why? Why does this matter to him? He turned to face the other, and saw the devilish face he wore, of course the man was beautiful, but Kyungsoo had a background to put behind it, a very dark, cold background.

"I-I don't need you too." He said weakly, his tough guy image slowly sinking away. Jongin stepped up, causing Kyungsoo to step back.

"Stubborn, aren't you?" He asked rhetorically.

"Leave me alone, I won't tell anyone, I swear!" He said a bit louder, hoping to get the message across. In the blink of an eye, Jongin took a hold of his wrist, squeezing it hard.

"Raising your voice at me I see, brave little thing you are."

He turned his face away, not wanting to make eye contact with the other, he could smell his sweet musky scent, and it did weird things to his body, he could feel himself heating up. Despite the situation, he loved how close he was to Jongin, the guy he's eyed since the first day he saw him at the University, in his early morning class, and every class after that except visual arts and photography. Suddenly the grip on his wrist disappeared, he turned his face back to look, and saw the man's face had gotten exceptionally close to his.

"Now, let's get you home."

Kyungsoo had no farther comments, scarred of digging himself deeper in the pit he's created. Like an obedient dog, he followed closely behind Jongin as he walked him home, not a word was spoken, but there was no need for words.