06/08/2025
BL Novel : I Saw You Try to Kill Her
Kin — an arts-stream student raised on scorn and sneers.
They said he had no future.
That he was weak. Frivolous. Brain-dead.
But he never cared—
Not until the day he saw Tle, the silent prodigy of the science stream,
slipping rat poison into his own mother’s food.
That moment… was the beginning of a dangerous game.
A blackmail that neither side intended to lose.
“You’ve always said I’m brainless ‘cause I’m from the arts, huh?”
“Fine. Then watch me use this ‘stupid brain’ to own the darkest secret of your perfect little science-boy life.”
In a world built on test scores, standards, and suffocating expectations,
sometimes—
the one they call weakest…
is the one holding all the power.
Chapter One : Tainted Formula
A faint pop song played in the background of the convenience store just off campus, barely audible over the steady clatter of shopping cart wheels on tile. Tle stood motionless in the chemical goods aisle, eyes fixed on two plastic bottles side by side—one, a bright yellow canister of insecticide; the other, a dull red bottle of rat poison. The warning label on the latter seemed to send a chill straight through his spine.
His slender fingers reached for the rat poison, twisting the bottle to examine the label. His face betrayed no emotion—so blank that from behind, one might’ve thought he was just reading the nutrition facts on a bag of chips. But inside his head, his thoughts twisted and churned with impossible knots—feelings too dense, too silent for anyone to guess.
The sound of a cart bumping gently into his arm snapped him back. Kin had pulled up beside him, wearing the same school uniform, though his shirt hung out messily and his sleeves were rolled high. A pair of earbuds dangled around his neck, and his buzzed hair was slightly too short for the school’s code but still managed to look good. His dark eyes, sharp and a little curious, met Tle’s with a flicker of familiarity.
“Tle…?” Kin said softly, his voice laced with the awkward warmth of someone recognizing a face from middle school football matches.
But Tle looked away immediately. He gave the briefest glance before placing the bottle back on the shelf, quick and careful, as if afraid of being caught. Kin hesitated, unsure. He didn’t say another word, simply pushed his cart past in silence.
That was definitely Tle. Science Class A.
But why did he look so… suspicious? Or am I overthinking this?
—Kin frowned, tossing a large roll of garbage bags into his cart.
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After paying, Kin wheeled his cart back through the same aisle—and stopped dead.
Tle was still there. Alone. The bottle was back in his hand. Its cap, now twisted loose. Kin watched in disbelief as Tle tapped one of the small white tablets from the opening and, with the smooth, practiced ease of someone sampling sauce, pressed it against his tongue.
Kin froze. Two, maybe three meters away. Confused. Alarmed. His heart leapt into his throat.
What the hell is he doing?
“Sh*t… is he—?” Kin whispered under his breath.
The thought struck him like a hammer:
Is he trying to poison himself?
He wanted to shout. To grab Tle’s shoulder and ask what the f**k he was thinking—but something held him back. Fear? Confusion? The terrifying uncertainty of not knowing what he’d just witnessed?
He stood rooted to the floor.
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That evening — rush hour on the BTS platform.
The station overflowed with uniforms and backpacks, bodies pressed too close for comfort. Tle stood quietly near the edge, a white plastic bag dangling from his hand. The same red-labeled bottle of rat poison peeked through the translucent bag like it had nothing to hide. Two rows behind him, Kin kept watch, shielding his gaze with a phone he pretended to scroll through.
Why the hell is he carrying it around so openly?
I should stay out of this…
But I can’t just let it go — Kin clenched his jaw, anxiety creeping up his throat like smoke.
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A quiet suburban neighborhood — two houses, two kitchens, one view.
Tle’s and Kin’s homes stood side by side, their back kitchens facing each other, separated only by a narrow walkway and a pair of small square windows—mirrors into each other’s lives. Their parents had once been close. Childhoods filled with joint tutoring sessions, shared rides, birthday parties. But somewhere along the years, the connection faded, leaving behind only habit and passing nods.
Now, Kin stood in his kitchen, staring through the window. Across the narrow gap, the lights were on in Tle’s kitchen. Still in his school uniform, Tle moved methodically—opening a can of spaghetti sauce, pouring its red contents into a small stainless steel pot, lighting the gas burner. The blue flame danced quietly beneath the pot, followed by the sharp metallic click of ignition.
The wind carried a faint tomato scent toward Kin.
Again with the canned sauce… he eats this every day?
But what if… what if the pills were already in there?
Kin squinted, trying to make out anything on the countertop. No suspicious bottles. No sign of poison. Yet the unease inside him only grew. What if Tle had already mixed it in?
Footsteps behind him. His mother entered the kitchen, frowning at her son who hadn’t moved for several minutes.
“Kin, what are you staring at?”
“N-nothing,” he replied too quickly, blinking away his shock. She raised a brow, unconvinced.
“I just thought… Tle’s been eating canned food every day. That’s not healthy. I was thinking of taking him some of our dinner.”
His mother tilted her head. “Strange… I thought Tle was allergic to tomatoes. He’s never liked that stuff.”
The words exploded in Kin’s mind.
Allergic to tomatoes.
But he was just stirring a pot of spaghetti sauce…
Then who was it for?
Kin’s pulse began to race. He turned to look back out the window—and at that exact moment, headlights flashed. Tle’s mother had just pulled into the driveway.
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Tle laid the wooden spoon down, lifted the pot from the stove, and carefully plated the steaming red sauce over a bed of freshly cooked pasta. The spaghetti, drenched in a thick red sheen, looked almost appetizing—if Kin hadn’t been watching from behind glass, with dread curling in his stomach.
Tle’s mother entered the kitchen, her face tired but smiling.
“Cooking dinner for Mom today, huh?”
Tle said nothing. Just gave a small, polite smile and set the plate down in front of her.
Kin, across the gap, held his breath.
That sauce… he’s allergic. He wouldn’t eat it himself.
Then why… why give it to his mother?
Is he—?
Tle’s mother reached for her fork.
Kin’s hand balled into a fist. His heartbeat thundered in his chest, deafening, dizzying. He wanted to scream, to shout for her to stop—but his voice stayed trapped, strangled in his throat.
What if this was all a huge misunderstanding?
But what if it wasn’t?
What if it was real?
That was the moment Kin knew.
He couldn’t walk away.
He couldn’t unsee what he’d seen.
Tle’s secret… was only just beginning to unfold.
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End of Chapter One
