Loving Dreaming •A Killing Stalking Fanfiction•

07

Everyday is the same, I wake up and go to school, then I come home. The routine never changes. I was trapped in a never ending cycle of nothingness and depression. Nothing ever mattered to me after my parents died. Sometimes I felt it was my fault and I would cry about it. I always cried, every single day, I cried and cried and cried. The tears never seemed to stop and neither did the self-inflicted pain I brought upon myself. Everything was the same until Oh Sangwoo, then everything changed. I had a reason to wake up in the morning, I had a reason to go to school, I had a reason to be happy again. We didn't have to talk or interact, just seeing him made me feel joy and bliss but I didn't expect we would become friends. Not in a lifetime.

"Bum, are you up for a movie tonight?" Sangwoo jumps beside my locker with his arms crossed.

"Shouldn't we be studying for finals?" I tease playfully.

"Aw, come on that's all you ever do these days." Sangwoo groans and tosses his head back.

"It's only been three days." I giggle and shut my locker. "You can study with me, ya'know?"

"That's boring, even for me."

"You're not setting a very good example here." I shake my head and giggle into the palm of my hand.

"What does that matter? You're older than me anyway, guide me, sunbae."

"Don't call me that! I'm only four months older than you." I cover my blushing face with my hands. Sangwoo laughs in amusement and grabs my wrists to pull them away from my face.

"I'll stop calling you my sunbae if you watch a movie with me tonight." Sangwoo demands, staring deeply into my eyes. His grey eyes glistened like a roaring river.

"Okay." I concur willingly.

Just as Sangwoo leans towards me and people overcrowd the halls, I yank my arms from Sangwoo's grasp and clench my fists to my chest. I give him a faint smile before I head to my class.

"Hey." A guy jumps in front of me from around the corner with a roguish smile.

"Hey." I awkwardly reply back. I tensed up at the weird stranger. Who is he?

"You look familiar, do I know you from somewhere?" He strokes his chin as he walks around in circles observing me.

"No." I respond soundlessly.

"Awe! I remember now! You're Yoon Bum." He said my name slowly and full of malevolence. It brought shivers to my core.

"Huh?" How would this guy know me? I don't even know who he is.

"It's me, Yoon Jae." He motions his hand to his chest. It takes me moment to recognize him, once I see the mole by his eye I know exactly who this person is.

We went to elementary and middle school together, he wasn't one of the nicest kids but he wasn't a bully either. Yoon Jae always asked me questions usually relating to why I was always alone and such, I didn't mind it until after my parents died. He stopped nagging me for awhile but quickly started up again when I started coming to school with bruises. He had no filter and made me believe I was nothing but a feeble creature.

"I saw you with Sangwoo, I didn't know the guy did charity work, too. He's a noble one, isn't he?" He chuckles and gazes to the ground as if he were admiring it.

"Yeah." I turn away as I blush thinking about Sangwoo.

"What I'm really surprised about is why is he with someone as pathetic and stupid as you? I just cannot wrap my head around it." He smirks devilishly and moves towards me like a snake.