You never seem to change. Always beautiful like
these roses. Always strong like the earth they
grew from. Always thriving like they were before
I took shears to their stems. Much like you,
they were full of life. But, not for long.

I’m still going to kill you.

Have a good day, lover.

Sungmin sighed, holding a bouquet of roses in his right hand and the card that came with them in is left. His eyes scanned the hall outside of dorm room but no one was there, no one was ever there when Sungmin answered the door and found a dozen flowers every morning – well, every evening, but that depended on who you asked and in itself was a different story.

For the last two months, this was routine. He woke, prepared for the day, and just as he was about to leave when there was knock on the door. When he opened it, no one was there; only a bouquet and a seemingly innocent note with a chilling ending.

The flowers were always the same, large and nearly identical to one another. They were the richest red – the color of blood. Sungmin knew that was probably why they were chosen. The roses, were a mocking jab and served as a constant reminder of his last fatal encounter.

He didn’t have to wonder who the mystery sender was because only one person would spend such an obscene amount of time picking and gathering the delicate roses. And, if that weren’t enough, the notes, written in human blood, cemented the sender’s identity.

Such bold wording, such dark promises, could only come from him.

A/N: I've been reading far too much Vampire Academy. So yeah, no point in lying. I'm taking the general idea of Rose and Dimitri and making it KyuMin with a lot of changes. (No genderswitching, if anyone was wondering.)