HIT

7: 2nd kill

Yoongi entered the afterschool school at seven thirty in the evening. He wore jeans, a suit jacket, and a button-down and had put on glasses, a wristwatch, and a fake mole under his eyebrow to match his new beard. The dissembled CheyTac M200 was snuggly stowed away in his briefcase.

When he entered the second floor, he threw a brief glance into room 2A and then turned around to climb the stairs to the third floor. He put down the case next to the coffee dispenser and walked over to look through the window in door 3B. Ms. Yuk was sitting at her table and watching the busy students. She must have noticed him because her head turned and their eyes met.

Yoongi stepped back and walked over to the dispenser to get a coffee. The door behind him opened.

"Hello?" the lady asked. "Can I help you?"

"Oh, hi," Yoongi greeted her cheerfully. "Want some?" He gestured at the rumbling machine.

She furrowed her brows but closed the door behind her to come over to him. "Who are you, Mister?" she wanted to know. Having strange men walking around in a school was probably not what the teachers liked to see.

Yoongi still smiled at her. "I am the substitute for math grade seven and eight. Mr. Oh had some personal stuff to tend to," he lied into her face. "The coffee machine downstairs is broken though." That seemed to pacify her. "Ah, sorry. My name is Kim Taeshik," he introduced himself just to make sure she was no longer on guard.

When she smiled, he knew he had won. "Nice to meet you, Mr. Kim. I'm Yuk Soojin."

"Coffee?" he asked her once again.

She looked like she wanted to say no, but Yoongi could not have that. "The students will not run berserk if you leave them alone for just five minutes," he said warmly and tried to look innocent. "Here, let me invite you." He offered her the ready drink.

"Thank you, Mr. Kim," she gave in and took the offer.

"Automat coffee is not the best, but I find it refreshing nonetheless," Yoongi rambled on casually while he ordered a second one for himself. "Something about this place just makes me tired."

She nodded like she knew what he was talking about.

"Do not take this the wrong way, Ms. Yuk, but sometimes I wish the kids had more time to spend with friends and start hobbies," he said dreamily. "They could do a sport or learn how to play the saxophone." He bit his tongue. Not now.

"Sure, Mr. Kim," she sighed, "but not everyone has the grades to joke around like that. If you want them to spend time with friends just teach them well." She smiled reassuringly at him and Yoongi wished his teachers back at school had been that motivated to be helpful.

"You are right," he admitted, pretending to be determined. "That is my cue, I suppose." And he swallowed the rest of his coffee. "See you whenever there is a teacher in need," he bid his goodbye.

She waved him off, but he took his sweet time with disposing his empty cup, playing dumb as to where the trashcan was, then he took his briefcase and turned around to the staircase.

A groan stopped him.

"Ms. Yuk, are you alright?" he asked fake-shocked and walked back to the woman, who was now bent over, to put a hand on her shoulder. "Are you sensitive to coffee?"

She shook her head but groaned again. "Bathroom," she breathed out and Yoongi took hold of her arm to guide her there while murmuring words of concern.

Five minutes later, she was coming out of the bathroom, looking like a sheet of paper. "Should I call a taxi?" Yoongi offered courteously.

"I can't leave," she said weakly.