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After another hour of browsing the store's selection, Jeongyeon finally decided on what she wanted to purchase. After buying the goods, she gathered them into her satchel before securely fastening the strap. Rain pounded on the roof, echoing around the store and splattering against the windows.

Earlier that morning she'd walked with Nayeon to the shop, but there was no way she'd be able to manage the hour's journey back to the apartment without an umbrella or a raincoat. She could always call someone to pick her up, but who would be available? Certainly none of the other TWICE members. They were probably in the recording studio with Nayeon. She didn't want to bother her managers either. They'd already offered her a lift earlier that she'd flatly refused. To back track now would be humiliating.

So, what options did that leave her with?

There was always Jimin...

Lightning slashed the sky, shortly followed by a clap of thunder. Jeongyeon jumped. Did she feel like being spoken to condescendingly again today? Not in particular. But she didn't really have another choice. Sighing, she pulled out her phone.

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uh jimin?
could you please come and pick me up?
(05:36pm)

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what did you fuck up this time?
or is the poor wittle baby scared of the storm? 😥
(05:38pm)

i'm being serious!
i don't have a lift
Nayeon left to go and record something real quick
(05:38pm)

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you don't just miss your handsome boyfriend?
it's okay to acknowledge how hot I am sometimes
(05:39pm)

deflate your ego and help me please there's a strange girl here
she's staring at me

(05:40pm)

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you're an idol
shouldn't you be used to it?
(05:41pm)

she's giving me weird vibes
(05:41pm)

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"vibes"
(05:41pm)

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(05:42)

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(05:43)

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The young woman let out a puff of smoke from her cigarette as she intently watched the other girl furiously typing on her phone, standing outside of the shop on the opposite side of the street. The smoker's hands skimmed the tan chord around her neck that was attached to an old-fashioned polaroid camera. She smirked as the girl standing under the awning, sheltering from the weather, made eye-contact with her.

Fear in Jeongyeon's eyes was clearly evident, and it gave the smoking woman a sick sense of satisfaction. She took a long drag from her cigarette and released a contented sigh. Her dropping that bundle of photographs in the small boutique wasn't an accident. Everything leading up to this point had had motive and strong intention. Each movement was premeditated.

This was becoming an exhilarating game to play.

Slowly, she'd been growing her collection of photographs of the idol for the last month. Ever since she'd heard the CEO's talking in that café, the girl had been amassing a large stack of polaroids that would play a role in scaring her target.

Funnily enough, the smoker was proud of herself. Getting all of those shots had proved to be quite a feat. From sneaking into JYP to purchasing an apartment with a direct view of Jeongyeon's, so much effort had gone into her little 'project'. She'd even gone as far as to scale the skyscraper that housed the soon-to-be couple, disguised as a cleaner in order to get that perfect shot of the girl as she slept.

All would be worth the trouble in the end. To see the TWICE idol at her mercy, begging for forgiveness. And the attention! The smoking girl could only dream of such privilege. Jimin would finally take notice of her.

To begin with, the young woman had been irritated by the marriage. How dare her favourite idol be married off to some irrelevant bitch? But the arrangement had provided her with the perfect way of getting closer to the man. Once Jeongyeon was out of the picture, she'd be able to slip in and fill the void in Jimin's life. Then she'd be famous! Everyone would know her name! She'd be a part of the 'in crowd'.

The only flaw in her plan was how to lure Jeongyeon out into a vulnerable location. Sure, scaring her was fun, but it didn't get her anywhere remotely close to her final goal. She took another drag of cigarette. How was she going to get the girl outside, into a remote place where no one would hear her scream?

She observed Jeongyeon across the street, eyes twitching before relaxing into an unnerving smile. The idol was fidgeting and looking around nervously as if awaiting someone's arrival. Perhaps it was Jimin. The pair made eye contact across the street, and the smoker smirked. The anxious girl edged further under the awning of the shop, hiding her face.

Never had she felt such power over another human's behaviour. The concept was addictive.

A black car with tinted windows rumbled down the road in the distance, sloshing to a stop through the puddles covering the road. The young woman watched as Jeongyeon hurriedly made a break for the vehicle, slipping and sliding across the pavement before flinging herself inside. Snapping one last picture, the girl folded herself back into the shadows and began walking back to her own apartment, following the dark car.

Like she'd said earlier.

This was fun.