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CHAPTER 9 - Clashing hearts

"It just means you have a secret admirer! I'm so jealous!" Liz half-screamed, her excitement palpable. 

"WTF, don't ever scream like that again! It's super creepy. I'm scared, Liz... what should I do?" 

"Don't worry! As long as he just sends flowers and writes innocent, high school-style letters, you'll be fine. Just ignore him, and he'll definitely give up," she replied, giggling with gusto. 

"I'm not sure that's how it works... but I'll try," you retorted, biting your lip nervously. 

"It must be some freshman or something... and honestly, I can totally see their point. You're hot!" Liz emphasized the last word with a teasing grin. 

"Stop it! You're supposed to be on my side, not defending this freak!" you complained, rolling your eyes. 

*Maybe he'll eventually give up like Liz said,* you thought, trying to shake off the unease.

You and Liz continued chatting on the phone well into the night, completely forgetting about the stalker problem.

**Days later...** 

Jimin jolted awake, snorting as the shrill ringtone of his mobile phone cut through the morning silence. 

*Who's bothering me this early?* he fumed, planting his feet on the floor and reaching for the phone on his bedside table. "Oh God... not him," he muttered, rubbing his hands together nervously. 

With a resigned sigh, he answered the call from the person he dreaded most. "Good morning, Father..." he managed, forcing a friendly tone. 

"JIMIIIIINNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN!" the man's voice thundered, drilling into Jimin's ear. 

"I'm here," Jimin replied, attempting to lighten the mood, even though he anticipated a lengthy reprimand for ignoring Suzi and her ridiculous demands over the past few hours.

**Forty minutes and a lot of shouting later...**

"Of course, Father. I'll do it. Don't worry. Have a wonderful day," Jimin concluded, trying to mask his irritation. 

"Thoooo thoooo thoooo..." his father continued, the call finally ending after what felt like an eternity.

"Uaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhh...." Jimin screamed in frustration, slamming his phone against the cabinet in his room. "I HATE YOU, THAT WOMAN... FUCKING WHORE!" he cried out, collapsing backward onto his bed. 

"I hate my life," he sighed, staring blankly at the ceiling. For days now, Suzi had been relentless, bombarding him with calls, messages, and voice mails every hour of the day. About fifteen minutes later, after some deep reflection and continued ceiling staring, he heard a gentle knock at the door. 

"Come in." 

"Good morning, sir. Are you alright? I heard you shout," the concerned maid asked as she entered. 

"I'm fine," Jimin reassured her, forcing a brief smile as he got out of bed and searched for a shirt, realizing he was still in his underwear. 

"Alright, what would you like for breakfast, sir?" she inquired, turning her back to give him some privacy. He hadn't had breakfast at his flat in a while, preferring the meals at The Christie or his office, despite having several maids and renowned chefs ready to prepare breakfast for him each morning.