The Perfect Crime || BoyxBoy

'Kim Jongin???' (Part 1)

Note to readers! We are gonna play a game... along the way of the story, I'm gonna add chapters labelled 'Kim Jongin???' and this'll be where Kyungsoo tries to figure Jongin's character more and more. YOU, my dear reader, are going to have to put yourself in Soo's shoes and try to figure him out. If there is anything you'd like to share of him (of what you assume to be of Jongin's character), anything at all (even if it sounds stupid or irrelevant, it just might be right), share it, and if you're correct, I just might add it in the next labelled chapters and it'll be added to Soo's board (read below about the board, you'll understand). But then again, sometimes if you're too close and figure it out a bit too early, I might not add it until I feel it is right to add it. But then again, I won't add them again if they are wrong. But then again, I might add wrong assumptions just to lead you in the wrong direction ;p

Don't mind me... I can be one helluva psychotic and bipolar bitch at times! XD

(You can also drop in your assumptions of how this story is gonna go like if you want)

May the odds be ever in your favour!

Words marked with * are explained below in the A/N. :)

It was a gloomy Friday and gray clouds hung over the landscape of the dull sky threatening to pour any minute.

Kyungsoo stretched his lithe body on the couch he was lying on and yawned lazily. Grabbing the television remote, he switched it off since it was starting to show some sappy drama.

Reluctantly pushing himself off the couch, he walked to the kitchen without even turning on the light and opened the fridge, scanning for food items inside that was edible and hopefully not empty.

Grabbing a carton of milk that had expired three days ago after much rummaging, Kyungsoo poured it into a mug before going to his 'work room'. It wasn't much, really, just a small room in the silent house he had separated for work purposes only.

Pushing open the door, he switched on the light and winced at the sudden colors that flooded his vision. Four white walls, three bare and one with a huge whiteboard hung on it, surrounded him.

A dark, rich-looking mahogany table piled with papers, files, stationary and a small lamp stood to the right of the room, facing the wall to Kyungsoo's left as he entered through the door. A black leathered swivel chair was placed behind the desk and a small shelf bearing a load of books more than it could probably hold was behind it. Another similar chair was placed opposite to the other, and although it had never been used before, Kyungsoo liked the feeling of it being there in the room. The wall that the desk faced bore a large whiteboard that displayed a range of faded out colors.

Kyungsoo placed the mug on the desk and walked behind it, pulling open a drawer and taking out a familiar yellow file. He walked to the front again and sat on the extra chair in the room as he swirled slowly in circles while reading the file he had read a million times.

Kim Jongin... Kim Jongin... Kim Jongin...

The name seemed to echo in his head like a never ending mantra as his thoughts were clouded with that being alone.

Kim Jongin was going to break Kyungsoo, he could feel it, now the only move the Psychiatrist was left with was to figure out a way to break his patient before it happened to him.

For a long time, ever since Kyungsoo finished his degree in Psychiatry and started doing a job, he wondered if he would ever get a patient that would be tough to crack. Kyungsoo loved to push himself, even at times when he knew it would probably be too much for him to bear, and Kim Jongin gave off that vibe of trouble.