Now that you have washed up and Jimin's gone to bed, you put your clothes in the laundry hamper, that's when you check the pockets, you have had a cold and there are lozengier wrappers in them. Seeing the white paper, you remember what it is. It's not much, a name ,and a number. 'I wonder'. You add the number to your mobile and send a text. "Hi, I hope you're feeling better and are recovering from your accident." Send. Placing your handset on the beside you finish putting your clothes away and then sit on the bed. Ping.
"That wouldn't be creepy at all if i knew who was enquiring!"
"That would be too easy. Let's just say, I heard you got hurt today, and I wanted to check on you,"
"ok, thanks. I think. Still a little creeped out. How did you get this number?"
"I have my ways." What the heck are you doing? she's gonna think you're a weirdo.
"cryptic, also kind of stalkery"
shit, you decide to call. Ring Ring
"Hey creepy stalker dude" her voice is warm, at least she is not slurring her words anymore.
"Hi, i thought maybe you wouldn't answer." You brave it and speak.
"Well, i like a good mystery, but i don't think I can play too long, as you already know I have a head injury," she sighs.
"Do you stay local to the venue?"
"Actually, no, I don't live in this state, I'm from out of town. Are you looking for somewhere to send a get well soon card?" she laughs at her on joke and the stops abruptly, "fuck my head"
"do you need a dr, tell me where you are and i can send one over" you are actually concerned. Why though?
"you really want to know my whereabouts don't you. I suppose then you cant be a stalker, coz, that's in the handbook page one." she's kind of funny, in a weird way.
"you cant drive, not with a mild concussion, could you get a taxi so i can check you are ok!"
"now you want me to come to you, coz i wont give you my address. I see, changing the tactics. smooth"
"cute, but i just want to see your ok, you didn't look too good earlier"
"your correct in that i cant drive, but its not just because of my head, i don't have my car here"
"ok so get a taxi to my hotel, i will meet you in the lobby, you can ask the driver to wait for you and they can take you back home, i will pay." your sounding desperate now. But its kind of fun to talk to her.
"send me the hotel address, let me have a think about it" you send her a text but keep her on the call. you hear her phone buzz with your in coming text. "no fucking way, your status as stalker has just been reinstated" you can hear her getting up.
"wait, what do you mean, what are you doing now?" you ask.
"I'm making sure my door is locked" confused you have to ask,
"why are you locking your door?"
"well if you know my hotel its best to take precautions in case your on the other side of it"
"wait, your at the same hotel. I don't believe you, definitely meet me in the lobby, I will leave now"
"what no, i don't know you, you could be anyone, we have already classified you as a stalker, I'm not going to make it easy for you to add, kidnapper and murderer to your resume"
That's when you audibly laugh, "I'm none of those things, I promise. What floor are you on, I will come to you"
"holy fuck, now you are outright asking my permission to start your wicked plan, find, murder, kill. I'm an innocent here. I did nothing" she laughs and the scolds herself yet again. "fuck why do you make me wanna laugh all the time, my head is banging"
"I like talking to you, but i really want to see for myself that you are ok, please. You don't have to open your door, see me through the peep hole and then if you still think I'm a shady stalker, then i will leave"
"and what if i decide your not, i open my door and let you in, only for you to have been faking it and then you cut me up?"
"wow, you have some imagination there, you would fit right in with my brother"
"aw look, my stalker wants me to meet his family" you are both laughing now. "ok i will tell you my floor and room number, but i suspect it will be a fruitless endeavour on your part"
"ok. I'm putting on some slippers"
"its floor sixteen, room 4"
"ok i will be there in a few".
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Love hits hard.
FanfictionIt's time to make some choices. You have been putting it off, and people are asking questions. At your age, you feel the pressure. There is always work to be done and smiles to fake. The endless faces and the same questions every time. That's whe...
