~Don't Say a Word~

~Seventeen~

Everything about their vacation was perfect. Romantic dates, nothing to worry about, just each other and nothing else.

But when they got back, although school was still out for a few days, their stress levels went back up as they began to, once again, think about what the two people who hurt Jin may have up their sleeves.

Namjoon was more careful with Jin now. He always made sure the boy felt comfortable, and if he didn't, the younger was quick to get him out of the situation that had put him more on edge.

And he always took notice of their surroundings. Matter where they were,  Namjoon would pull Jin into his side and rub gentle circles on his back. It was never badly recieved. Jin always cuddled himself closer, if possible, and if not, he would put his arm behind Namjoon's back and grip his shirt into a tight fist.

They hated being apart.

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Life was great until school started again. But this time, it was so much more... horrifying.

Jin constantly had the feeling like he was being watched- nothing new- but when he opened his locker, a pale blue envalope fluttered to the floor.

He slowly picked it up and opened it, it was sprayed with some perfume that was sickeningly sweet.

Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
You don't remember,
And I fucking hate you.

You wonder what's happening,
You wonder who I am,
You're memory really lacks,
But you'll sure remember,
When there's a knife in your back.

Watch out Kim Seokjin.
Oppa is coming.
And he isn't playing this time.

Jin felt himself getting lighthead and he shoved the letter in his pocket, going as quickly as possible - which was pretty slow considering the confusing dizziness that had just come over him - to Namjoon's class.

He got there, and by then, his mind refused to function.

He didn't remember much other than stumbling in, and gasping Namjoon's name  before foreign arms wrapped around him and slowly lowered him to the floor in time for everything to black out.

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Jin opened his eyes and was greeted by two pairs of brown eyes. One pair chocolate, and one pair hazel.

"Namjoon." He croaked.

Namjoon squeezed his hand.

"You're ok baby, you passed out." Jin's limbs were heavy and his movements were sluggish, but slowly he got the letter from his pocket and gave it to the younger.

Namjoon read it, a shocked look in his wide eyes.

"There's ether on the paper." He said, shoving it in his pocket.

"Ether?" Jin asked quietly.

"It's an anesthetic. That must be why you passed out."

Jin nodded and sat up. The class was staring at him and the two other boys with him.

The one that wasn't Namjoon was called Wo Bin (AN Wo Bin is an actor and I love him)

Namjoon thanked him for making sure Jin didn't hit his head, and he nodded, walking away without a word.

Namjoon helped Jin up from the floor and they were given the rest of the day off.

Jin was slightly unsteady on his feet, so Namjoon helped him walk.

"Where was that letter Jin?" He asked as he unlocked the front door.

"It was in my locker, but no one knows my combination and I have a mirror over the vents. No one could have gotten it into my locker-"

As Namjoon pushed the door open, smoke filled the air. Something was on the stove. It was a pan, the bottom was a layer of paper, soaked in what smelled like... gasoline... And ether.

"Namjoon what is happening?" Jin gulped, convinced that his heart was going to stop then and there as Namjoon rushed to open windows to air the house out before taking Jin out to the front porch to sit.

"I don't know baby. But I'll figure it out."

(Namjoon's pov)
But how do I tell him that this is all my fault...?