nana is a renowned serial killer in seoul, korea. nobody has caught them, they don't even know who it could possibly be. that was until detective in training lee jeno gives the case a try.
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* quick warning that this chapter does contain mentions/details of molestation/pedophilia/rape. so if you aren't comfortable with those things, i recommend just skipping the chapter :) *
jaemin sat quietly at jeno's desk, doodling on an empty notepad. the little hearts and stars littered the paper before him. though he insisted on tagging along, he was admitedly getting bored as time passed by.
letting out a quiet sigh, he started to look for something else that can occupy his time while jeno was working the case. he let his eyes wander around jeno's desk until he caught on to a messily put back file poking out of the right drawer.
allowing his curiosity get the best of him, he pulled out the file and started to look through it. when i said he had a whole blast from the past, he had a whole blast from the past.
in the file where all of his previous victims. with each photo or profile he came across, flashbacks started to play in his head. he was suddenly reminiscing on each kill, recalling the nights, the expressions, the blood that had sometimes tainted his own hands. jaemin could still feel the rush of watching his victims die, and boy did he get addicted to that feeling.
his mind wandered back to when he first started killing. he was only at the tender age of fourteen then.
it was late october went he had about enough of his uncle's antics. the man had convinced his parents to let him stay there for almost six years, due to the excuse of needing a place to stay while he 'tried to work things out with his own wife' as he says.
jaemin remembered him being nice to him at first. almost too nice, but little naive jaemin couldn't catch on and that was his first mistake. a couple months in on his uncle staying there, jaemin would notice how much the man would be around him.
whether it be watching cartoons during the wee hours of the morning, or running around in the backyard with him playing tag. of course, jaemin took all of those times as friendly gestures. he was family and he shouldn't be afraid of family at all.
that's what he thought at first.
over the years, the small touches would get more confident yet still jaemin wouldn't think much of it. matter of fact, it was normal for him to put his hand on jaemin's thigh when the boy was focused on the tv, or bury his face into the boy's neck from time to time just to feel his soft skin under his own.
then everything escalated once jaemin turned ten.
his parents had left on their anniversary vacation and left jaemin alone with his uncle for a whole week. he could still remember his uncle getting into bed with him, then telling him to strip down to his underwear or else he'll get eaten up by the boogeyman. as he still did have those irrational fears, he obliged to his uncle's orders. what came after simply made him incredibly uncomfortable.
