"KILL ME ALREADY! KILL ME, NAMJOON! KILL ME!!" I screamed and cried loudly.
I saw the look in his eyes soften. He kneeled down and wrapped an arm around me.
"Kill me... Please." I sobbed.
He pulled me into his chest, and ran his hand up and down my back.
He untied my wrists, "I will kill you." He chuckled, "But, not now. It won't be quick, it will be slow, and painful."
"There." I stood up.
"What?"
"There. That right there. What is that?" I pointed at a pile of photo frames.
I walked over and picked the top one up, "That's my mother..."
I picked the next one up, "Is that you?" I pointed at a child.
"Yeah..."
"Why are you with my mother? And that man? And all those people...?"
"I think it's time for you to know..." He took my hand and pulled me into a small room.
He flicked the light switch, lighting up the room.
Framed photos and certificates were hung on the wall.
"What's all this?" I asked as I looked around the room.
"Here, sit down." He pulled a chair around for me.
I sat in front of him, "Tell."
"When I was little... My family wasn't doing very well at all. We were poor, and I was forced into working at a very young age. I joined a group, a bad group... It got me enough money to help though. My mother was very sick, and we couldn't afford hospital bills. She died not long after I joined this group."
"What was the group...?" I asked.
He sighed, "The same group your mother joined to help your family. We were a private business. People who knew about us, would call us and ask us to kill someone. They would pay us for each person we killed."
"You were so young..." I whispered with tears in my eyes.
"Your mother... She would help me, because I was so young. I left because, as I got older, I grew up thinking killing people was normal... I thought it was just something people do. And I thought that my group was being to careful abouy it... So I left."
"And... My mother?"
"The group was found when she was still in it. They all changed their identities, which explains why she was a Nurse when you met her."
"I see."
"I'm sorry that you have to-"
"You're not sorry." I rubbed my left arm. "You hurt me... You said that... That you'd kill me."
He came closer and lifted my chin, looking deep into my eyes.
"Quit acting, Namjoon." I pushed his hand away, "I know you never loved me."
"Where's your proof?" He crossed his arms.
I laughed loudly, "CAN'T YOU- I HAVE ALL THE PROOF I NEED TO MAKE SOMEONE BELIEVE THAT YOU NEVER LOVED ME!" I stopped and realised that I still had one question.
"But... Why me?" I asked in a soft voice. "Why did you come to me, of all people, and tell me, that you love me?"
"I just-"
"Tell the truth, Namjoon."
"Your mother... That's why."
"What?" I whispered.
