How 21 Students Saved the World

11 - Knives are on the School Supply List

Mark and Haechan couldn't sleep because of the pounding.

"Jesus Christ, how is their arm not tired?" Haechan yelled, getting off of Mark's arm to stand next to the door. Mark was kind of glad, since his arm was losing circulation, bu-but it was Haechan...

"Don't you do open the door," Mark warned him.

"We haven't even been on the ground for like five minutes." Haechan pushed a desk next to the door, stacking a chair above it. "Maybe we can attack him from above."

Mark got up from the ground. "What do you mean attack him?"

Haechan went to the counter, where Mr. Park kept copies of the textbooks used in class, thick hardcovers that surely cost two hundred dollars each only for you to read three pages. Grabbing a handful each time, he stacked them on top of the chair above the desk. "Mark, the ceiling tiles."

The school has ceiling tiles from above, where you could push them up or even take them off. Some teachers would let their students paint on them, while others would push them up slightly to hang stuff from the borders.

"What about the ceiling tiles?" Mark asked, watching Haechan continuing to stack textbooks. It was getting pretty high now.

"If you push it upwards, you can see everything above," Haechan explained. He got on the desk, aligning the textbooks better so that they don't wobble. "And if I'm above, I can lift that tile from here, and see what's going on from above there."

Mark held onto the stack of books with one hand, helping Haechan get up with the other one. "Don't make noise, you don't want him to notice you staring at him."

"I want to drop something on his head, but..." Haechan squeezed Mark's hand and lifted his leg on the top of the books, heaving himself to the top. The books wobbled a bit, but Mark helped him stay in place. "Man, this is really unstable."

Haechan held his hands out, trying to maintain balance. "This is harder than what it looks like in the movies."

"Stay there." Mark grabbed the flashlight (which they had standing up to illuminate the entire room) and headed towards the locked cubicles, unlocking them with the pin. "Mr. Park must have something dangerous in this room."

"That's usually his jokes." Haechan pushed up on the ceiling, moving the tile to the side. "They make me want to die."

Mark opened the door of the cubby and shined the flashlight around, trying to dig through some stuff. "All I found is some rubbing alcohol."

"The fire extinguisher would be more useful." Mark couldn't see, but he was pretty sure Donghyuck rolled his eyes. "Can you at least try to find another flashlight? I can't see over here."

Mark grabbed the globe off of Mr. Park's desk and handed it to Haechan, shining the light on him again. "This should do some brain damage."

"Starting to think someone dropped one on me when I was a child," Haechan muttered. He grabbed the globe with one hand and set it inside the ceiling, trying to find the tile that would be in the hallway. "No noise, Mark."

Mark made a motion of zipping his lips shut, and that's when Haechan set his plan in action.

He lifted the tile slowly, trying to not make any noise. There, he could see the blank-faced man, continuing to pound on the metal door. They must not have any brains since he clearly couldn't tell that the metal door wasn't going to budge.

Kind of reminded him of Mark. Donghyuck, for a few years, thought that Mark was dense and oblivious to notice Haechan's feelings for him, but Haechan found out it was because it wasn't mutual, so...