Death Threat

Eighteen ❤

Donghyuck's POV

"Are you going to open it or not?"

The boy sitting beside me on the cold rooftop floor leaned his head back on the wall after observing me contemplating for a good few minutes.

"Here, I'll read it for you," he offered as he reached out his hand.

"No! No.. I'll.. read it myself."

I didn't want to hear those foul things written in the letter to be voiced out, it will hurt much more than if I'd read it myself.

With my hands trembling while holding the paper, I slowly unfolded it.

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Donghyuck,

Another day, another letter.

I hope you've listened to what I asked you to do. Knowing how easily you comply, I know you have so I won't have to check this time.

I will, however, see you everyday, so don't even try to disobey whatever I've written for you to do just because I've said I won't check today.

Your next task? It's as simple as yesterday's and very similar too. Don't worry, this time it won't be as painful as yesterday's. Same thing, carve into your skin what you see imprinted on the knife, right beside what you've already carved yesterday.

But, you see, I won't be satisfied with just this this time. I'm pretty greedy when it comes to asking for things, so along with that little task, I've got another one for you to do.

Record yourself talking.

You could read a page from a book, or just pretend you're in a call with me.

Don't question it, we're just starting easy.

Keep your phone with the recording in your locker tomorrow.

See you soon, sweetheart.

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...Sweetheart?

Mark said he read the letter while the guy was writing it-- Is that the reason why he's calling me 'sweetheart' too?

And.. recording my voice?

"So..? What does it say?"

I folded the paper and passed it to him before burying my head into my knees.

There was silence as he read the letter while I picked up the knife and looked on it for the letter to be engraved next.

A dot?

I pulled up the left sleeve of my shirt and brought the knife next to the scars of the first letter.
Shutting my eyes tightly, I pierced the sharp tip of the knife into my skin and watched the blood pool on top of the dot I made. Blinking away the tears that were forming in my eyes due to the pain, I turned to Mark to see if he was done reading the letter.

He was staring at my wrist and scooted closer to me to rest my arm on his knee.
He placed his hand ontop of my open palm and intertwined his fingers with mine.

"What are you doing?"

"Does it hurt?" he asked without shifting his gaze from my wrist.

I nodded my head and saw him sigh.
He handed the paper back to me and got up.

"Don't meet me anymore."

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I shivered as I walked down the street in the cold winter weather, the piece of paper still in my hand, but the knife safely tucked in my pocket.

Deciding to call Jaemin to tell him I wasn't feeling well enough to hang out, I dialed his number and waited for a response.

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The call was strange, but I didn't ask him too much; well, I couldn't think properly enough to be worried about him.

Though I wanted to leave all my problems behind and be there for him, I couldn't.

As I walked up the stairs of my house, I pulled the knife out so that it wouldn't make any cuts on my leg. Once I was in my room, I locked the door and threw the knife on the table, taking a random book from my bookshelf in the process.

Lying down on the bed as comfortable as I could despite being in a situation which brought me discomfort, I opened the book and hit record.

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