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JIMIN's POV
It had been over a month since that chance encounter in the company building, yet I couldn't shake the feeling that she was still lingering in the corners of my mind, her presence haunting me like a ghost. Everywhere I turned, it seemed like she was there, a silent observer watching from the shadows with those piercing eyes that seemed to see right through me.
At first, I brushed it off as mere coincidence, a trick of the mind playing tricks on me in the aftermath of our brief encounter. But as the days turned into weeks and the sightings became more frequent, I couldn't ignore the unsettling feeling that she was deliberately seeking me out.
I saw her at the café near our dorm, sipping on her coffee as she stole glances in my direction before disappearing without a word. I saw her at the convenience store, browsing the aisles as if she had stumbled upon me by accident, yet her eyes betrayed a hint of recognition that sent a shiver down my spine.
But what unnerved me the most was her ability to recognize me even when I was disguised behind a mask, blending in with the crowd on the bustling streets of Seoul. It was as if she possessed some uncanny sixth sense, a knack for sniffing me out no matter how hard I tried to conceal my identity.
I couldn't understand it, couldn't make sense of why she seemed to be everywhere I turned. Was it some twisted game she was playing, a cat-and-mouse chase designed to keep me on edge? Or was there something more sinister lurking beneath the surface, something I couldn't quite put my finger on?
With each passing day, my frustration grew, my patience wearing thin as I struggled to come to terms with her relentless pursuit. So what if she had pretty eyes? So what if she had managed to capture my attention with a single glance? She had no right to invade my life like this, to disrupt the fragile balance I had worked so hard to maintain.
But no matter how hard I tried to push her out of my mind, she remained firmly entrenched, a constant presence that refused to be ignored. And as the days turned into weeks and the sightings became more frequent, I couldn't help but wonder: why do I keep seeing her? And more importantly, what did she want from me?
The irritation simmered beneath the surface, bubbling up like a pot left unattended on the stove. What had started as a fleeting curiosity had morphed into a full-blown obsession, one that left me feeling like a prisoner in my own mind. I had entertained the idea at first, indulging in the romantic notion that perhaps this could be the start of one of those cliché Hallmark movie romances. But now, as her presence continued to infiltrate every aspect of my life, that fantasy had been shattered, replaced by a growing sense of unease.
What if she was a stalker, a saesang fan with an unhealthy obsession with me and my every move? The thought sent a chill down my spine, a cold knot of fear tightening in the pit of my stomach. I had heard the horror stories, seen the headlines splashed across tabloid magazines, of idols being hounded by overzealous fans who crossed the line between admiration and obsession.
But no matter how hard I tried to rationalize it, I couldn't shake the feeling that there was something more to her incessant presence, something lurking beneath the surface that I couldn't quite put my finger on. It was as if she held the key to some hidden truth, a puzzle waiting to be solved, and I couldn't rest until I uncovered the answers.
So I continued to search for her, to track her movements like a detective on the trail of a suspect, hoping to catch a glimpse of her face and finally put an end to the relentless game of cat and mouse. But each time I thought I had her cornered, she slipped through my fingers like sand, disappearing into the shadows without a trace.
It was maddening, infuriating, to feel so helpless in the face of her relentless pursuit. And as the days turned into weeks and the sightings became more frequent, I couldn't help but wonder: why me? What had I done to deserve this constant torment?
But no matter how hard I tried to push her out of my mind, she remained firmly entrenched, a thorn in my side that refused to be ignored. And as the paranoia gnawed away at my sanity, I couldn't shake the feeling that the worst was yet to come.
As the days dragged on and her presence continued to plague my every waking moment, I found myself consumed by thoughts of how I might confront her. Should I confide in my fellow members, share my suspicions with our staff, or confront her on my own? Each option presented its own set of risks and uncertainties, leaving me feeling like a deer caught in the headlights.
On one hand, I knew I couldn't keep this to myself any longer. If she truly was a threat, then it was my duty to protect not only myself but also my fellow idols from her potential harm. But on the other hand, I couldn't shake the fear that involving others might only escalate the situation, drawing unwanted attention to our already hectic lives.
And then there was the nagging thought at the back of my mind: what if she was that crazy fan who had been going around harassing idols? The mere idea sent a shiver down my spine, a cold wave of dread washing over me as I imagined the worst-case scenario playing out in my mind.
But despite the fear and uncertainty that gnawed away at my resolve, there was a stubborn determination within me, a fierce resolve to confront this threat head-on and put an end to her reign of terror once and for all. After all, I was Park Jimin, member of BTS, and if anyone could handle a crazed fan, it was me.
With a newfound sense of purpose, I began to formulate a plan, mapping out every detail with the precision of a military strategist. I would confront her, alone if necessary, and demand answers to the questions that had been tormenting me for weeks. And if she proved to be a threat, well, let's just say she wouldn't know what hit her.
But as I plotted and schemed, a small voice in the back of my mind whispered a word of caution, reminding me of the risks involved in confronting a potentially dangerous individual. Was I prepared to face the consequences of my actions, to put myself in harm's way for the sake of justice?
The answer came to me in an instant, a resounding yes that echoed through the depths of my soul. I may be a hopeless romantic at heart, but when it came down to it, I was Park Jimin, and I would stop at nothing to protect those I cared about, even if it meant putting myself in harm's way.
With a determined nod, I squared my shoulders and prepared to face whatever challenges lay ahead. After all, if there was one thing I knew for sure, it was this: Jimin's hardcore, and he wasn't about to let some crazy fan ruin his groove.
