Smiling Killing |Inspired By KILLING STALKING|

|Eight|

I silently scooped up my books into my hands, sliding them into my messengers bag.

Did I really need four books just for one subject alone? I sighed and rubbed my neck as it ached. My joints ached constantly, and without medication it would be pretty painful. I was just glad that I got out of doing gym classes because of it.

"Oi, Doyoon!"

I bristled and turned and cried out in annoyance as suddenly my hair was being messed up by someone's hand. His cackling of laughter rang through my ears, and I knew who it was instantly. I groaned and battered their hand away but then he swung his arm around my shoulders and grinned as he glanced down at me.

"You're such a shorty Doyoon" he grinned.

I sighed and looked up at him. "You're childish Ye-Jin."

Ye-Jin was my best friend of nearly nine years, tall with his usually short dark hair bleached and dyed a light blue, with thick bags under his eyes. He stood out like a sore thumb with his hair, but Ye-Jin was one to constantly and out and be crazy and unusual.

I was the total opposite of him. Short, quiet, timid almost.

I rolled my eyes at his large grin and pushed my square framed glasses up the bridge of my nose. "I wonder somedays why you're my friend."

"Because you're the coolest fourteen year old that I know" he said with a wink. "No one knows it yet."

"Uh-Hu" I said and sighed. "Come on. It's end of class."

He released me and grinned, and I grabbed my bag and slid it over my shoulder. Together, we walked out of the classroom and into the bustling hall.

"You wanna come to my place?" Ye-Jin said with a grin and he strode down the hall with that grin still on his face. "I got this awesome new video game. You'll love it."

"I'm going out" I said simply.

He gave me a look. "With a girl?"

My eyes widened and my cheeks flushed, and I raised my hands up in dismissal. "N-no! No no no...just myself."

"Yeah? Where to?" He questioned with a suspicious look. 

"A cafe."

"You and your obsession of coffee" he said with a playful frown.

"It's a Jang thing" I said with a soft smile. "My father says so."

He laughed.

I walked to my locker, pausing in front of it and turning the combination lock. Slowly, I opened it up and blinked as a folded sheet of  paper floated down and landed at my feet. I stared at it for a while before I slowly bent down and picked it up.

Ye-Jin sighed, and he leant against the lockers beside me, sliding his hands into his pockets. "Don't read it Doyoon."

"I can handle it" I said softly as I held the folded paper in my hands. "I'm not a wimp."

"You do this every time" he said with a pointed look. "You always read this stuff, yet never actually do anything about it though. They're idiots."

"I know they're idiots" I said as I looked up slightly and closed my eyes. "They always are."

I opened my eyes and despite what Ye-Jin said, I opened the note. In thick, bold and scribbled words scribbled in black.

'JANG'S SHOULD DIE!'

'THE DEVILS BROTHER'

'DIE YOU WORTHLESS SHIT'

Ye-Jin stared at me with soft, sad eyes. He watched as I just stared at the paper, my hands softly starting to shake. I felt the anxiety rise within me.