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As she flung herself into the car Jeongyeon's chest collapsed as she released an enormous sigh of relief.

"Geez. What's got you so riled up?"

Sitting in the driver's seat was Jimin, sporting an irritatingly smarmy smirk that made the girl's blood boil. But she did not let it faze her. She was finally safe from the strange girl from the store. Sure, the smoker hadn't done anything terrible, but her behaviour worried Jeongyeon. She was uneasy to say the least. Looking out the back windscreen of the car, she could see the girl still standing there, an ominous aura shrouding her and the surrounding area.

The idol turned to face the man. "Can we go? Now? I don't want to stay here a moment longer."

His face contorted into one of confusion. "Why? Did something happen-"

"I said step on it!"

Jimin snorted. "Someone's being an entitled little bitch." Nevertheless, he released the handbrake and they drove off down the road. "For future reference, remember to respect your elders.

Slowly calming down, Jeongyeon began to relax into the new environment. "You mean the elderly?"

He quickly shot her a dry look before returning his eyes to the street. "Sure. By the way, what happened back there? Why were you so anxious to get in the car? I thought you hated my guts?"

"I do."

"... what?"

Fiddling with the strap of her satchel, Jeongyeon looked down. "It's no big deal..."

The man switched gears as they reached the traffic lights that connected the lane to a busy intersection. "You're telling me that you bothered me of all people, at five in the evening, for no god damn reason? Okay. I believe you." His tone was soaked in sarcasm.

She didn't know what to say. Or should she even say anything? How was she supposed to tell him what happened? Simply saying 'I think I have stalker' would definitely go down well. But she couldn't just ignore the question either. He'd be able to tell if she was lying, too. Were there any work arounds?

Jeongyeon shifted in her place and tugged at the seatbelt. It was a little too close to her neck for comfort, indicating someone much taller usually rode in the passenger seat. The overhead light turned green and the car lunged forward along with the usual surge of traffic.

"Is this your car?"

Jimin raised an eyebrow. "No. It's a company car. And quit changing the subject."

"You don't own a car?"

He genuinely chuckled, surprising Jeongyeon. "Nope. I don't have a license, either."

"What?!"

The man winced at her shriek. "It expired two years ago."

Face now paler than Dahyun's and tinged green from terror, Jeongyeon felt ready to hurl. "Oh my god. That's illegal. How the fuck have you evaded the police for so long?"

Her knuckles were turning white where she was gripping the overhead handle.

"Who knows? I let it expire because I didn't anticipate needing to drive for the best part of the next decade." He wrinkled his nose. "Unfortunately, you happened."

Jeongyeon was not amused, and turned to face the other way, muttering crossly. "I should've just walked."

Checking the rear vision mirror, Jimin sighed. "Good. Get out then."

Genuinely contemplating the notion, she almost agreed until she looked out one of the backseat windows. Walking down the street was the girl from earlier that day, head tilted down, casting dark shadows over her face. Jeongyeon hurriedly returned her attention to the front windshield and focused on the oncoming traffic. "Actually, on second thought, I'll stay."

"How did I see that one coming?"

She rolled her eyes. "If it weren't for the weather, I wouldn't be in this car anyway."

Jimin grunted in response.

"How gentlemanly."

"Shut up."

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Jimin watched as Jeongyeon made a mad dash for the elevator as soon as they arrived in the apartment's underground carpark, long legs striding across the worn concrete flooring.

He snorted. "Wow. Not even a 'thank you'. Typical."

Locking the car, he checked his surroundings before hastily following the girl towards the lift. She was tapping her foot impatiently and glaring at him.

Just to piss her off, he slowed his pace and instead of walking, he began meandering towards her.

"Hurry up bitch, or I'm leaving without you." Jeongyeon's voice bounced off the walls of the carpark, and Jimin winced. He sincerely hoped there was no one else here, or the broadcasting companies would have a field day.

"Just say the magic words and I'll be there in a flash!" He called out, deciding he might as well mess with her a bit.

She rolled her eyes. "For fucks sake. Please, Jimin, would you hurry your short-ass up?"

"How nice of you. Unfortunately, those aren't the right words." He smirked.

Crossing her arms, she shot him a deadly look. "Then what are they?"

"Hmm, I can't seem to recall."

"I will leave without you. Don't test me."

"Try me."

Jeongyeon flipped him off and stepped into the awaiting elevator carriage, pressing the button that would take her up to the penthouse.

"Wait, I wasn't being serious-"

He watched in despair as the doors closed. Dammit. Now he'd have to wait for the lift to go all the way up and then come all the way back down. Or he could take the stairs.

Hell no.

Huffing and puffing, Jimin stormed across the carpark and furiously pushed the call button. In his annoyance, he almost missed the thick bundle of polaroid photographs on the ground where Jeongyeon had previously been standing. They were loosely tied together by a piece of scrappy hessian string, some of the photos slipping out of the binding. He bent down to pick them up, wondering if they were Jeongyeon's.

Never had Jimin wanted to look through something so desperately. His conscience told him no. However, his curiosity was slowly eating away at his moral stability. He really shouldn't.

But... the elevator won't be here for another few minutes.

It wouldn't hurt to take a little peek, right?

Ignoring the voice of reason in his head, Jimin hurriedly unraveled the string surrounding the polaroids, nearly dropping them in his frantic struggle. Then he stifled a laugh.

The photos were all of Jeongyeon. Every single one. No one else. Was she really conceited enough to carry around polaroids of herself? He wouldn't put it past her.

There was something unsettling about the photos that Jimin couldn't put his finger on, but he was too busy reveling in glee to think too deeply into the matter. Finally, he had some blackmail material on the girl.

He was startled by a loud ding from the elevator, signaling that the carriage had returned. Stuffing the photographs into the back pocket of his jeans, he quickly got in and pressed the uppermost button, awaiting the jolt that would imply the lift beginning to move.

It was only when he got to the floor of their penthouse did he realize what was so disturbing about the bundle of polaroids.

How did she take photos from outside of the buildings?