I opened my door to an envelope, it was black and sealed with black wax. The paper the letter was written on was blood red with gold ink, written with beautiful calligraphy. The letter, or note I should say read:
My dearest Brielle,
Why, I have spent years trying to find someone like you. Someone worth killing for. Don't bother telling anyone, they'll be the first on my list.
-j.jh.
Several questions ran through my mind at once. A few examples would be "Holy shit who is this? What do they want from me? What do they have my name? Why do they know my address? What's the list? Why am I the one being targeted? What in the fuck is going on? Am I gonna die? What's going to happen if I tell someone? What does 'j.jh.' stand for? What am I gonna do?" And so on and so forth. I thought I was going insane, but turns out I wasn't. Another note was on my door step in the exact same place the next day.
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Love Notes
FanfictionAn au in which Jung Jaehyun has gone absolutely insane over a girl. He sends her notes every day, killing off the people she loves until he's the only one left.
