They say it’s unfortunate, a shame he turned out this way. A maniac. We’re talking about Sin Jaemin here, your best friend who you’ve had a major ‘crush’ on since your college days. Well, you never knew he was actually a psychopath who had a strange and deep-rooted obsession with you. He had manipulated his friends to keep you away, as well as another friend of yours that liked you. He blackmailed him to stop talking to you.

So you confronted him about it. You occasionally went to his apartment, so you just let yourself in. He came up from the couch, walking over to you. He was about to ask you how work was, what you wanted to eat, etc. That was until you told him about what your friend told you. His face went cold. Stone cold.

“And how did you find that out?”

He grabbed a knife from the kitchen island. You thought he was going to do something bad to you. But oh no, he wouldn’t do anything of the sort. He violently stabbed himself in the wrist several times. Blood splattered onto his face. To him, the red means he loves you.

God, he’s bleeding. And to him, it’s a wonderful feeling; he’s never felt so alive besides being with you. He’s down and he’s pleading, his head is just reeling.

“Is that not allowed?”