Jinsu

I first saw Jinsu walking down the school hall, pale and quiet, with a faint, apologetic smile that made my chest ache. He looked fragile, like the world had already hurt him too much, but there was something in his eyes I couldn’t place. He said his family “didn’t like him much.” I believed him. I always want to hang out with him, but he never seems to want the same. I don’t know why, and I can’t help but wonder what he’s hiding. He eats huge portions, yet somehow he remains painfully skinny like me. He loves drawing in his small sketchbook, and whenever I peek, he closes it right away. He told me we could just be school friends, because i asked but I wanted to know him better. I was determined to be someone he could trust, someone he’d finally let in. Then the disappearances started children vanishing from our district bullies from the school, one after another. The investigation led nowhere; no signs, no witnesses, no trace of the killer at all. Everyone was scared, but life kept moving. One evening, as I was walking home, I saw Jinsu through his apartment window. He was standing perfectly still, eyes unfocused, the faint red glow from his room flickering across his face like a reflection from nowhere. Even then, I didn’t understand Jinsu was dangerous. He was a demon, hiding his power behind that innocent smile. I didn’t put two and two together yet. He could destroy everything if he wanted, but he always played the fragile, harmless boy. He was scared to go back to demon world because they tormented him just like his bullies did so thats why he has to keep his true self a secret so he wouldn’t have to go back