Heeseung closed the messaging app with a final, resolute tap, deciding that giving attention to his stalker would only fan the flames of the twisted obsession.
Ignoring the messages might be his only chance to extinguish the stalker's relentless pursuit.
Heeseung set his phone down on the coffee table.
He pulled on a pair of jeans and a simple hoodie, his movements brisk and mechanical, as if dressing could create a barrier against the unwanted presence looming over him.
As he turned to leave, his gaze fell upon the basket of candies perched on the kitchen counter, a mocking reminder of the stalker's audacity.
He sighed, a mix of frustration and reluctant appreciation washing over him.
The basket was filled with his favorite sweets, a detail that both flattered and disturbed him.
The fact that someone had gone through the effort to learn such personal details felt invasive, yet he couldn't deny the small comfort it brought in such a dark situation.
Shaking his head, Heeseung grabbed a handful of the candies, slipping some into his backpack and tucking a few into his pocket.
It was a small concession to normalcy, a way to reclaim some semblance of his routine.
He might not like the source, but the act of carrying something familiar brought a fleeting sense of control.
As he stepped outside, the morning sun greeted him, its warmth a stark contrast to the cold dread that had settled in his bones.
Heeseung popped a candy into his mouth, the sweet taste a brief respite from the fear gnawing at him.
With each step towards the library, he focused on the simple pleasure of the candy, using it as a shield against the thoughts of the boy's dark presence.
The library loomed ahead, a sanctuary of silence and knowledge.
Heeseung quickened his pace, eager to immerse himself in the comfort of books and the quiet hum of academia.
The world felt normal here, if only for a little while, and he clung to that normalcy with all his might.
He made his way to his favorite corner, a secluded nook near the back where he could hide from the world.
Setting his backpack down, he took out his laptop and a few notebooks, trying to immerse himself in the day’s studies.
But the silence, usually his solace, now felt oppressive.
His thoughts kept drifting back to the messages, to the voice note that had crawled under his skin.
He couldn't focus, the words on the pages blurring together as his mind raced with possibilities and fears.
Heeseung sighed, leaning back in his chair.
He reached into his pocket, pulling out another candy and unwrapping it slowly.
As he savored the sweetness, he forced himself to think about his next steps.
Going to the police still seemed futile, but he needed to do something.
Maybe he could confide in a friend, someone who could offer advice or simply provide a sense of security.
Just as he resolved to reach out, the phone in his backpack vibrated. Heeseung's heart leapt into his throat, the sound slicing through the quiet of the library like a knife.
He fumbled for the phone, dread pooling in his stomach.
But when he looked at the screen, it was just a notification for a new email.
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my favorite stalker | heehoon
Fanfiction"The police won't do anything, Heeseung. You have no proof, just messages. Besides, they won't understand us." "There is no us. You're delusional. I don't want this. You need to stop." "You don't get to decide when it stops. I do." Stalker Sunghoon...
