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part I - who are you?

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yoona's pov

I waved Jiwoo goodbye, smiling gently, as she waved back. Jiwoo put on her iconic bright grin before buckling her seatbelt. Her car started to drive away as I walked myself to the nearby subway to get myself home.

It was currently the end of the day, everyone in a hurry to get out as it was the weekend, rushing through the school gates. I got to the subway station, music blasted into my ears as I rode down the escalator with my airpods. The weather was cool and windy, not too hot and not too cold, it was perfect. For a second, I stopped humming and bopping to the song. I heard a camera click.

It came from behind me.

I quickly whip my head around to see a middle-aged man smiling at his phone. Horrified, I started to think that he was talking pictures of me, and even worse, up-skirt pictures. I snapped out of my overthinking and just brushed it off. Though my anxiety stayed.

After getting off the escalator, I waited for the train to arrive. I tried to get rid the incident earlier and the face of the stranger smiling by focusing my attention on the music. It wasn't until I saw on the glass reflection of the exact middle-aged man was standing behind me. He was looking at me with a wide smile, almost creepy. If that wasn't enough, I felt and heard his heavy breath.

My breath quickened, maybe I wasn't overthinking after all.

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I wouldn't be lying if I said that I was really paranoid the whole time. There was a creepy middle-aged man stalking me, making weird faces and even licking his lips.. Who wouldn't be paranoid?

What a fucking pervert.

He had a much more bigger body, much bigger compared to me. I'm starting to think he can actually crush me to death. In these types of uncomfortable situations, I would usually express my feelings but I don't think I would survive if I told him how uncomfortable he's making me feel.

Slowly, the train arrived at the station. The automated door opened as the other passengers and I stepped in. My school to my house was a far distance; usually, I'd try to find a place for me to sit, but there weren't any seats. Without any choice, I walked to a corner as soon as I got on the train.

My eyes wandered around as I tried to find the same middle-age man, making sure he wasn't trying to do anything weird again. But as soon as I spotted him, I realised he'd spotted me too.

He creepily grinned at me and started walking closer and closer to me.

I gripped on a handle beside me, his body was faced towards me. Almost everywhere I stared at, I could still see him in the corner of my eye. I averted my gaze towards the floor, attempting to avoid him.

My breath was getting heavy, and I was trembling. I felt like I was trapped and it was getting stuffy.

There weren't anyone beside me, so I don't think I could call for help. But maybe if I pretended this was my stop I could escape? I tried to go under his arm, but he realised I was trying an escape attempt. He lowered his arm quickly, stopping me. " You're not going anywhere, pretty lady. " He whispered with the disgusting grin again.

His words sent chills down my spine.

I think he wanted to sound flirty, but he's obviously not good at that.