?????????????? |?? ? ??? |

Every single step taken by the stranger was harrowing. It sounded like the shoes purposely hit the floor to make such clad sound. He squinted his eyes to see the male but his eyes were blurry. Later that he realized he hasn't worn his lens and his glasses was nowhere to be found.

"Wh-who are you?" he asked with a trembling voice. He can see the silhouette became closer and closer.

A sniggering laugh erupted making Namjoon to has goosebumps. He flinched when the latter male standing in front him - too close for his liking. It feels suffocating. He didn't realize that he was shaking too much until the male pointed it out to him.

The male chided in annoyance. "What a pathetic loser!"

Namjoon almost choked when he heard the deep voice. It's sounded so familiar. He knew the owner of the voice.

It can't be! That's voice! It's... it's...

"What a nice view, Namjoon-ssi..." the said male speaks with his venomous voice, emitting smothering laughter to ridicule the helpless Namjoon.

Namjoon lifts his head to see the face and his heart immediately dropped when he saw the male. Despite his far sight eyes, he still can see the face clearly because of their close distance. His eyes widen in shock.

"Suk-Sukhoon?"

Sukhoon lips twitched into a smile and slowly let out an evil laugh. The dark and spacious room has now been echoed with his laughter. It was too loud that Namjoon feels his ears buzzing and it hurts.

"Wh-why are you doing this?" he asked with a shaken voice. The same question he used to ask the male before. But there was no answer. And it still left unanswered this time.

Namjoon let out a painful yelp when Sukhoon grabbed a handful of his hair, yanking his head to the back. Namjoon feels his throat became dry when he tried to swallow and the angle making his neck to be in an awkward position - aching and sore on each second.

"I want you to die, Namjoon!" said Sukhoon, gritting his teeth in anger. His voice lies with hatred and his face was darken to show the deep of his anger. A determination to seek revenge.

But what revenge? Why? What did he do wrong that Sukhoon want him to die?

Namjoon lips parted to say something, to ask further but before he could do that, his eyes enlarged when he saw the sharp knife in Sukhoon's hand.

"Wh-why? Tell me...why are you doing this?" Namjoon asked courageously. He grimace in pain when Sukhoon pulled his hair to the back once again.

Sukhoon snickers at the audacity but he didn't have any intention to ignore the question anymore. Maybe this time Namjoon deserved to know the reason - before he dies.

"As I said, you have to pay for your sin... Someone who acted so high like you, who thought that you are better than the other, who will do anything to be successful and powerful...."

Namjoon furrowed at the accusation as he couldn't fathom each of it. It feels strange to hear that from Sukhoon. He never acted like that ever. He was trying to be as humble as he can and being respectful towards the other.

"Wh-what...arghh!" Namjoon screamed when the knife touched his cheek, slicing the skin and the blood flow slowly.

"Don't act like you didn't do something like that Namjoon!" Sukhoon spits on Namjoon face, smirking when he saw the pain expression of the said male. He feels satisfied to see how torturous Namjoon was.

"But-but I don't understand... I never..."

Sukhoon grits his teeth. "You talk too much, Kim Namjoon!"