𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟒

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A/N I broke my rolly chair :'(

3 months later

Seoul, 10:38 pm

Yunhee sighed already feeling the ultimate breakdown of the day approaching. She craned her neck to look up at her new home in a new city- a rundown building looming over her small figure which looked like it would fall apart any second now.

Sketchy building in an equally sketchy neighbourhood.

Of course, her parents had to buy it and include it in their will.

When did they even make one?

It was as if the whole universe was laughing at her.

Busan, 2 days earlier, 5:21 pm

Yunhee was on her way home after a long day at the orphanage helping Bora.

Bora, the caregiver of the orphanage where she spent two years of her life, was a kind elderly lady with a strong resolve. Initially, the older woman had declined her offer of help, claiming that she wasn't too old to look after a bunch of kids. That woman adored children and it was evident in the way she loved and cared for them.

However as time passed, Bora realised she couldn't always run after the kids at her age and she required some assistance.

Though a little reluctant she had finally accepted her offer of help.

Bora showed her motherly love in ways that her own mother could never have. Yunhee felt responsible for caring for the older woman in the same way she had cared for her.

The now-familiar feeling of being watched washed over the girl as she stopped in her tracks and looked around her. A few weeks ago she thought she was simply being paranoid but now she's convinced she's being stalked.

Why though? She didn't want to find out.

Yunhee began speed-walking to her house without looking back when she heard the sound of rushed footsteps pounding against the pavement coming from behind her- not wanting to be like one of those horror movie victims who glance back and trip, then get killed.

Dumb bishes.

She knew it wasn't safe to go home when she was being followed but it seems like this person already knew where she lived considering all the flowers she had received so far which sometimes came with pictures of her at school, pictures of her walking home after work, pictures of her at the orphanage laughing and playing with the children accompanied by little compliments on the back.

It was endearing at first when she assumed it was just a secret admirer leaving flowers at her school locker, but when they began delivering them directly to her doorstep along with pictures of her going about her day, it swiftly escalated to the point where it was creepy in less than a week.

As soon as the girl entered through the front door, she hurriedly locked it and double-checked that all the windows were secured as well.

It's the fourth time this week and it was only thursday.

Frequency of her being followed no matter where she goes only seems to be increasing.

Outside, the first strike of thunder cracked loudly and shook the entire house, scaring the bejesus out of the poor girl. With trembling hands she quickly peeled off her clothes and changed into something comfier.

Yunhee wrinkled her nose in distaste when she examined the pile of dirty clothing in her laundry basket, mentally making a note to wash them later.

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