Death Threat

Seventeen ❤

Donghyuck's POV

"What?"

"Your wrist. Can I see it?"

"Why?"

"Let's just say I know what was written in your first letter."

"What? How? So you are the person behind it?" I whisper-shouted, not wanting the teacher to hear me.

"Again, didn't I prove to you yesterday that it isn't me? I just saw what was written on it and I'm wondering if you did it or not," he replied lazily while looking at the whiteboard, on which the teacher was scribbling on some formulas.

Hesitantly lifting up my sleeve, I brought my wrist towards the guy, who took it in his hand and observed it silently for a while before tracing over the 'L' lightly, causing me to wince.

"It's pretty."

"What the fuck?"
I pulled my wrist away from his hand, eyes widening at what he just said.
That was what I did not expect someone to say about the scars but, suddenly doesn't seem as surprising coming from a guy like him.
"Freak," I mumbled pulling my sleeve back down.

"I heard that."

Ignoring him, I tried to pay attention to the lesson while his hand moved back to my thigh and moved higher, making me flinch suddenly and almost drop the pen. I jerked my leg up quickly to get his hand off, but his grip was strong. Using my hand to pry his fingers off while still facing forward at the teacher to avoid suspicion, I got his hand off and let out the breath I was holding.
Whatever he was doing was getting me agitated on my seat and I wanted to do nothing more than to kick him off his chair.

It was as if he just read my mind and suddenly stood up from his chair.
He stuffed his hands in his pockets before strolling to the front of the class while the teacher had his back turned to us to write a longass question on the board.

Smirking, he brought a finger to his lips to signal others to be quiet and just like that, walked out of the class, taking quiet footsteps backwards and pushing the door open with his back. The teacher was completely oblvious to the situation and continued the lesson without questioning the empty seat beside me.

At least he's gone.

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The teacher left once the lesson was over and I reached into my pocket to take my phone out, only to find out that it was missing. Frantically searching all my pockets after standing up, I came to a conclusion that that bastard had to be the one who took it. I grabbed my bag and took off out the class before looking around the hallway to see if he was there.

How the hell did he even take my phone out?

When I spotted him strolling down the stairs, I ran up to him and pointed accusingly at him.
"You!"

"Who? Me?" He grinned with a fake surprised look before taking a few steps sideways and walking past me.

"Wait! You have my phone. Give it back," I asked with an annoyed tone to which I heard him chuckle as he continued walking forward.

"Hey! Give me my phone back, bastard."

He stopped abruptly before turning back to face me, a smile creeping up his face once again.
"Sweetheart, I'm afraid I can't do that. Not until you drop that tone and the nickname you gave me."

"What?"

"Isn't it obvious I want you to beg me for it?"

"What kind of sicko are you?"
I stepped backwards to get away from him, sensing something seriously wrong with his mind.

"Do you want my help or not?"

"Why did you even need my phone in the first place?"

"Calm down, sweetheart, you have a password lock on it, so I couldn't get into it anyways."

I eyed him suspiciously for a while until he sighed and handed over my phone.
"Here. You can check it if you want."

Snatching it back, I hid the screen from him to type my password and searched through the different apps to see if anything was changed. Surprisingly, he seemed to be telling the truth since none of them seemed to have been entered into.

"So, have you received any letters yet?"

"I don't know. I didn't check again."
Although a good part of me was aching to check my locker again, I didn't have the guts to do so, with the fear of what might be inside.

"Do you want me to come with you?"

"Will you?"

"I mean, if you want me to. I could also read it out for you."

"Wait. Do you already know what's inside this letter too?"

"Hmm.. I was beside him while he was writing it so, of course."

"Tell me, please, what's written inside it?"

"Sweetheart. I don't remember."
A corner of his mouth turned upwards into a smirk before he motioned for me to lead the way to my locker.

He strolled behind me slowly as I rushed towards my locker and opened it with a sense of urgency.

The second I opened it, a very familiar sight from yesterday greeted me; the silver knife on top of a neatly folded paper.

"Oh, you got another knife."

My hands hesitently reached out towards the two objects before I stopped to turn towards him.

"I don't want to read it. You read it."

He sighed before reaching into my locker to pull out the paper and was about to open it when I snatched it back.

"No, I'll read it myself."

"Alright."

I opened it for a quick second to look at the writing inside before closing it and putting it back into my locker.

"You know what, I'll just read it after school finishes."
I unzipped my bag and threw both the paper and the knife inside.

He looked unbothered and nodded his head.
"Sure."

"I need to go to my next class. See ya."

I walked away from him while dialing Jaemin's number to call him, when I felt a hand on my shoulder.

The arm moved on to slung itself around my shoulder as the guy stood close beside me.

"Class is starting, we should hurry up."

He started walking quickly while leading me towards the class, which made it difficult for me to catch up to his speed and I couldn't call Jaemin.

"What are you doing? Slow down, we're not even late!"

He suddenly halted and removed his arm from my shoulder to turn to face me.

"Oh, you have your next class with the guy who has you as his target."

I felt my legs turn into jelly once he said that and I took a few steps back.

".. I don't want to go to that class anymore."

He chuckled before reaching out to my hand to give some sort of reassurance.

"Or, if you want, we could go to the roof instead and read that letter."

That seemed like a much better option to me since I wasn't ready to encounter that guy yet and I nodded my head.

"Alright. Follow me, sweetheart."

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