The teacher pacing the length of the classroom monotoniously lectures nonstop about advanced 

psychological matters constantly runs his hand through his hair, unknowingly testing Lee Sungmin’s 

patience.

The twenty two year old boy sat in the back of the class, his mechanical pencil as his eyes 

narrow at the old man’s nimble fingers push back strands that seem to just snap back onto his forehead 

again. Small habits disturbed Sungmin. They distracted him from current, important matters and forced him 

to keep his temper stable. 

He had many friends, all of which hated his random outbursts when they tapped the table with 

their fingers on the table one to many times. Yet, they stuck by his side because once they got to know 

Sungmin, they came to realize he was actually quite pleasant to hang out with. However, getting on his bad 

side can nearly get people killed. Sungmin was a no crap receiving person and he kept it that way. 

Typing only a few word phrases from the teacher’s speech on his laptop, Sungmin’s eyes drift 

towards the window to watch the pouring rain. The boy always wondered what it was like to be a raindrop. 

In a way, it reflected some people’s views on life. One single raindrop falling from the sky, travelling 

downward for ages, plummeting to their death. Just seconds ago they jumped from the nest, instructed from 

their parents to enjoy life while it lasts, which is what they strive to do. 

Once they’ve face first crash landed into the ground, they’ve passed away, ready to regain a new 

life. In this new life, they become a new form. Whether it’s hail or snow, they enjoy it either way. They 

enjoy the thrill of falling and taking risks before the cycle starts over again. 

“..min! Sungmin!” 

Turning his attention back to the class, Sungmin is almost shocked by the thirty pairs of eyes 

staring at him. Almost. If it weren’t for the fact that his brain finally kicked into action and warned him that 

his teacher was shouting for his attention, then he would be surprised.

“Is that your phone?” Mr. Park asks, glaring at him.

Sungmin is silent as he pauses to listen and sure enough, his ringtone is piercing the air with it’s 

unpleasant set of tones. He pulls the item from his pocket, “I guess it is.”

Mr. Park extends his palm outward, “Hand it to me.”

Sungmin peers at the screen of his device, ignoring his teacher completely.

The teacher frowns, “Sungmin...”

“I don’t recognize this number..” Sungmin mumbles to himself.

“Oh pleasant!” Mr. Park fakes a smile before yanking the phone out of Sungmin’s hands.

The boy just stares with crossed arms as the teacher stares off in the distance.

“Hello?” Park asks.

Incoherent shouting sounds on the other line and Mr. Park drops the phone as his face goes white 

before running up to the front of the class to resume teaching.

Sungmin picks up his phone from the dirty tiled floor, “Who are you?”

“Hey,” the voice on the other line is relaxed, almost too much for Sungmin’s liking. “I’m speaking 

to um Lee Sungmin, correct?”

“Yeah...” Sungmin’s skeptical eyes dart around the room in confusion.

“Oh splendid! Hey Min, my name is Lee Hyukjae!” 

Sungmin’s eyes widen, “Lee Hyukjae from my TV production class?!”

“Yeah, hey buddy!”

“Why are you suddenly speaking to me? I mean, you usually keep to yourself and that weird doll 

you have...” Sungmin stares at his desk.

“Ah yes, Donghae. He’s my bestest pal; we do everything together. But lately, he’s been telling 

me to broaden my horizons a bit and find some real friends.” 

“Okay...”

“So I called you! Isn’t that grand?” the voice on the other line cheers.

“Why me, though?” 

“Oh!” Sungmin can hear the boy beaming over the phone, “This is the best part of the story.”

Sungmin stays silent.

“This morning I went to work at that new frozen yogurt place on Main street as usual. Everything 

went as it normally did until a man in a winter jacket entered the shop. He was wearing sunglasses and his 

lips were curled in this really strange smile. He then handed me a handgun and asked me to kill someone 

for him.”

“Who..?” Sungmin asked what he wished he wouldn’t have.

“You of course, that’s who!” Eunhyuk chuckles.

Sungmin’s face pales. He had seen this coming, but it was all too strange. Who would want to kill 

him? Placing his phone down on his desk, he stands up slowly. He grabs his backpack and swings it on one 

shoulder before breaking into a run and darting out the classroom doorway.

Sorry for the short chapter, I just wanted to use this as a preview of my work. So if you enjoy it, leave me a comment and I'll post more soon because I have more written, ready to be posted. 

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