NYMPHOMANIAC (Son Chaeyoung x F reader) [G!P]

you cant hide

Third person's pov

As you returned to the police department, they found Tzuyu waiting alone. Tzuyu's brow furrowed in concern as she noticed the troubled expression on your face.

"Hey, everything okay?" Tzuyu asked, her voice laced with genuine concern.

You forced a tight-lipped smile, attempting to mask the turmoil raging within. "Yeah, just needed some fresh air," you replied, hoping Tzuyu wouldn't press further.

Tzuyu studied you for a moment, her eyes searching for any sign of deception. Satisfied with your response, she nodded slowly. "Alright, do you want me to walk you home?" she offered, extending a comforting hand.

You hesitated, grappling with the weight of your inner turmoil. Despite the offer of companionship, you knew you couldn't burden Tzuyu with the truth of your troubled thoughts.

"No, I'll be fine. Thanks, though," you replied, mustering a weak smile.

Tzuyu nodded understandingly, though a hint of worry lingered in her gaze.

"Alright, take care of yourself then. And remember, if you ever need someone to talk to, I'm here," she said, her voice gentle and reassuring.

You offered a grateful nod before turning to leave, the weight of your secrets weighing heavily on your shoulders.

As you walked away, you couldn't help but wonder how long you could continue to conceal the truth from those closest to you.

The next morning

You groggily reached for your phone as its incessant ringing pierced the silence of the morning. With bleary eyes, you glanced at the caller ID, noting that it displayed as "Unknown."

Curiosity piqued, you hesitated for a moment before answering the call.

"Hello?" you ventured, your voice laced with a hint of caution as you waited for a response from the other end of the line.

Silence greeted you in return, the absence of any sound amplifying the unease creeping into your mind.

You furrowed your brow in confusion, wondering why someone would call from an unknown number only to remain silent.

"Who is this?" you pressed, your tone firm as you sought to elicit a response from the mysterious caller.

Still, there was nothing but silence on the other end, leaving you to grapple with a growing sense of unease.

You considered ending the call, dismissing it as nothing more than a prank or wrong number, but a nagging feeling tugged at the back of your mind, urging you to stay on the line a moment longer.

Frustration mingled with apprehension as the silence stretched on, each passing second feeling more oppressive than the last.

With a sigh of resignation, you finally decided to end the call, feeling no closer to unraveling the mystery of the unknown caller.

As you set your phone aside, the unanswered questions lingered in your mind, leaving you to wonder if this was merely a benign occurrence or the harbinger of something more ominous to come.

Your heart skipped a beat as a notification flashed across your phone screen, the words sending a shiver down your spine.

You opened the message, the sender's identity still shrouded in mystery.

"Why did you hang up?" the first text read, followed by a chilling promise, "I have something for you outside your door."

A wave of unease washed over you as you scanned the room, your eyes darting nervously to the windows in search of any signs of activity outside.