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🫧yejun🫧

of course, a crazed fan of all people would be the one to find our lost room key. from the run-in at the elevator to swiping the key as soon as it went missing, she must have targeted us from the start. one of my best friends from another group was blackmailed by a sasaeng, and it almost cost him his career until he was absolved of any wrongdoings. so nothing, and i mean nothing, boils my blood more than someone who takes things to the extreme because they don't understand boundaries.

"you sasaengs are unbelievable."

she looks at me, confused by my language transition, "what?"

it's my first time meeting an international professional stalker in person, and i have to say i don't like them any better than the domestic ones. they're all the same to me. unhinged, deranged and insane.

"hyung, what do we do?" su-jin whispers, a note of concern in his voice.

"don't worry, i'll take care of it," i whisper back.

i know i should be worried because this incident has officially surpassed minor inconvenience territory. we're not even sure if she's working alone, brought accomplices or compromised the security of our entire team's whereabouts to god knows who.  but i was determined to give her a piece of my mind while knocking some sense into hers.

"this kind of behaviour is disgusting and poorly reflects on your character. i don't know if you have the capacity to possess any shame, but creeping your way into our personal lives isn't—"

"now, hold on just a second," she cuts me off.

"who are you to talk to me about disgusting behaviour when you perverts are the ones in my hotel room?!"

"perverts?!" i exclaim in absolute disbelief.

"you're the one who snuck in here and helped yourself to our shower!" it's at this moment my words make me realize that she is, in fact, only wearing a towel, and i turn my head away, blushing.

"don't get shy now—"

"hello? what's going on here?" a new voice pipes up from behind me and su-jin.