Enter, You

Because...Love

[Warning: Corpse descriptions, Mild Necrophilia]

Namjoon arrived home that night tired and reasonably embarrassed. Leaving Seokjin out on the beach by himself wasn't the most calculated decision he's ever made but it was the best he could do with his mixed emotions. Figuring he wouldn't be able to work tonight anyway, he tossed his files on his desk and collapsed on the couch. His heart and mind were racing, unable to focus on a single topic. Would Seokjin reciprocate the same feelings? How could he smile so calmly? He pulled a pillow over his mouth and expected to scream, but no sounds were produced. Namjoon felt dumb for trusting his heart of all things when his head has never failed him. He should've prepared before-hand instead of just blurting out of his feelings. Even his feelings were uncertain, Namjoon not even realizing he's fallen in love with his best friend until he told him publicly. Everything about this was in disarray, and he's left himself in a situation where he was forced to fix it. Turning to his phone, he glanced over Seokjin's profile. "HW's looking thinner now". His latest post was a picture of homework stacked neatly and the corner of someone else's shirt in the background. Letting curiosity and perhaps a hint of jealousy take a hold of him, he zoomed in. He's seen the outfit at school before, but upon reviewing his own school outfit the difference was apparent. Minutes of cross-referencing with his own school photos, the realization hit him like a truck. What was a male teacher doing at Seokjin's house this late during the day!? Namjoon threw his pillow aside and went to his desk. Obviously, he wasn't going to stop feeling jealous until Seokjin was his or if he was rejected. Relating to the last movie they watched together, Namjoon opened his drawer and pulled out a piece of paper and an envelope. He's seen many of Seokjin's admirers write love letters, so at least he had somewhere to start off with.

"Dear Seokjin,

If you're reading this, you've probably realized I've fallen in love with you. I know you're used to reading letters like these, but mine's different. The reason I'm writing this instead of telling you is because I've already messed up the speaking portion once. Even with that in mind, my feelings weren't misplaced. I'm in love with every detail of you. That's been repeated in so many cliches and movies, but I can't find a single part of you I don't love. The way you managed to smile even when I accidentally dragged us through hell and back still comes to mind when I think of how endlessly perfect you are. I'm not sure if you remember this, but one of my fondest memories of being alive was getting sick and being taken care of by you. When I was younger, I didn't understand why I treasured it so badly, but as I've matured I realized. It's because of your kindness and endless empathy that I can't get enough of. That's why I love you. You could truly have anybody in the world, but you could choose me. And that's why I'm writing this to you. I can't list any reasons why that you don't already know. Just know that I'll abide by whatever you decide.

- Your Joonie"

It was surprising that the pen didn't snap under his intense writing. Ink blotches littered the paragraph under the more emotional lines. It was far from perfect, but that's all Namjoon could muster. He deserved more than this paragraph. In all honesty, he deserved the world and all the other things he could never provide. All he could offer was his raw love. Hoping that it would be enough, he tucked the paper into the envelope and licked it shut. His last five years of emotions were so easily contained in this envelope that was barely bigger than his hand. He took a deep breath of relief. His conscious was finally decided as he slid the letter in his pocket. His moment of calm was broken by a few frantic texts from an unknown number.

###: Head to our high school's cranny. Bring your camera.

###: The case has a new casualty.

-blocked-

Namjoon: What?

Namjoon: Hello?

Realizing his texts were no longer reaching, he shouldered on his trench coat and grabbed his camera per instructions. Considering the lack of information, he took along his taser as one would usually do if contacted by an anonymous source. Walking to the school's perimeter, the lack of security was immediately disquieting as his steps were increasingly further and further away from anyone's help. The winding paths lead to the school's only completely unmonitored area, with cigarette butts and other forms of recreation littering the ground. His eyes wandered for the reason he was called until he saw him. Lying there, motionless was the very definition of his being. The only thing showcasing the body was the dim moonlight, but it seemed even that was afraid. Deep cuts littered its face, blood seeping from its cheeks and legs, the blood already seeping into the dirt below. Bare flesh where its skin was discarded formed yet another arrow-shaped symbol. Looking around himself frantically, he suddenly found the will to scream again. He drastically took steps back, only to find himself slipping. Falling next to the victim, he met face-to-face with those cold undead eyes. They were so reminiscent of Seokjin's. That couldn't be him. Namjoon saw him only hours earlier. He should've walked him home. Namjoon scrambled away from the body, tears already swelling up in his eyes. It couldn't be. Incapable of anything but tears, he touched the face softly.