Taehyung POV
Running a comb through my messy hair, I inspect my carefully curated outfit from head to toe in the reflection of the stylish floor-length mirror. The subtle contrast of the sleek black silk shirt against the crisp white jeans catches my eye, complemented by the understated elegance of the ankle-high leather boots. Formal but comfortable.
I grab my phone, a wave of frustration washing over me as I frown upon seeing yet another message from the private number. The incessant pestering has been ongoing all week, each new notification feeling like an invasion of my privacy. With a sense of trepidation, I tap on the message to open it.
Private Number
Why are you not replying back to me, doll?
I know you're reading each one
Maybe even getting off to the thought of all the nasty things I could do to you?
I bet you'd like to see me come to your house again?
And maybe this time we could have a lovely conversation
That ends up with you squirming underneath meWho would want to reply back? And I'm certainly not getting off to any of the shit he sends to me. The creep has been bothering me for a long time. His messages range from creepy stalker to creepy horny stalker.
Despite my repeated attempts to block him, he manages to come back time and time again, typically within just a few minutes. It's incredibly disconcerting knowing that he has access to my phone, allowing him to not only track my online activity but also comment on the things I search, the people I communicate with, and even the actions I take. Upon realizing that he even delves into my search history, I can't help but cringe at the prospect of him viewing some of the more disturbing searches I've searched.
"Taehyung! You ready? I've set out lunch for you!" I hear my mom yell.
"Give me 2 minutes." I swiftly responded and hastily checked my appearance in the mirror to ensure I looked presentable. I grab my phone and keys, heading out.
"You look good, honey." My mom says, eyeing my outfit.
"Thanks." I mutter.
"You nervous?" She asks as I nibble on my sandwich.
"Kinda." I reply, a sense of self-doubt creeping in. "The company's reputation precedes it as one of the largest in the industry, with a pool of highly qualified candidates likely vying for the same position. I can't help but wonder why they even considered me for the job."
My mom shakes her head, her expression conveying a mix of concern and determination. "Do not say that, Taehyung. Your dedication, intelligence, and resourcefulness make you an ideal candidate for the role. Don't underestimate the value of the skills you've honed while assisting your father. Trust in your abilities, Tae. You have what it takes to succeed."
"Have I told you how much I love you?" I say, gazing at my mother. A gentle smile spreads across my face, mirroring the love and support that radiated from her. I carefully placed my empty dishes into the sink.
"You're going to do great, Tae," she states, her touch gentle as she tenderly places a kiss on my forehead.
"I hope so," I mutter softly, the flutter of nervous anticipation evident in my voice. "See you soon."
I hesitantly turn the doorknob of my front door, feeling the cool handle under my touch as I step outside into the fresh air. Sliding into the driver's seat of my car, I rev the engine up. With a sense of anticipation, I input the destination into the GPS, the screen lighting up with the planned route. Before setting off, I reach for my phone and dial Jimin's number.
"Hi!" I hear him say.
"Hey, baby. What you doin'?" I ask.
"Nothin. Just binge watching some show." Jimin replies, his voice tinged with boredom. "You're going to the interview, yeah?
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