𝗦𝗧𝗔𝗟𝗞𝗘𝗥 | PJM✅

SIDE STORY 1- Wanshoe

I never imagined or even expected hating a character that I myself made lmao

Tbh, I've started to become irritated everytime I keep on mentioning that shoe bitch that I promised myself to give him the worst ending that I could ever give. He's annoying, a jerk, an asshole, a waste, a trash, an arrogant bitchass mf so I'm satisfied with my own ending ;)
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Ohh also, checkout my new book called 'Ethereal' another Jimin fanfiction, there's two trailers and a description about the book, and another Jimin fic called 'Love Story' it's already finished and I made it for fun :D

Another chapter of Stalker, have fun ;)

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The most common reason people commit crimes often stems from their environment.

A toxic upbringing can mold a child into a similar pattern, or traumatic experiences can create sociopathic tendencies.

Some are born psychopaths, acting purely for personal gain or whim.

Wansoo was one of them, hence he always ended up in this oh-so-familiar place. He was not much taken care of by his family which led him to learn things on his own, thinking his actions were normal. Because of this, he grew up unable to control his desires, resulting in his abnormal tendencies.

The lack of his parents' presence led him into depression and creating insatiable craving for attention and, most importantly, love. This lack of affection turned him into someone who obsessed over things, unaware of the disorder that drove him.

Arms tied around him in a straightjacket, body covered in stark white, Wansoo glares at the blank walls. Every bit of memory flashes before his eyes, every second, every minute, every hour. Anger consumes him, building with each passing moment.

The thoughts of you with another man kills him as he grits his teeth.

Obsessed— why is he obsessed with you? Only he knows, and it drives him crazy.

With his body tied, all he can do is stare. Though his arms ached in a tight position, he struggles, trying to free himself.

"Fuck....!" he screams profanities, a vein nearly popping out of his neck as his face reddens with the effort of breaking free.

Seeing you look warmly at that man, your hand in his, eyes filled with affection drives him mad. Those eyes that he so desperately wanted to be looked at with love. Though the candy helped him, you never looked at Wansoo that way, never with the warmth he craved. You never loved him.

He wants you. He needs you. "Oh...Y/n..."

Without a second to react, he hears the metal door unlocking as several nurses came into view.

He lazily looks at them, but when a large syringe catches his eye, he starts to struggle more with his head shaking aggressively.

"No...no..! No! PLEASE NO!"

One of the nurses holds the syringe and calmly walked towards Wansoo as two others follow, gripping his body.

Wansoo thrashes out, trying to break free but his efforts were in vain.

"No!! No!!!!"