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"It's not romantic, it's not cute , nor is it extra attentions ,it's stalking, and it's scary "
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The following days were a blur for Jimin.
He tried to focus on work, but the weight of recent events was ever-present.
The pain from the confrontation with Jungkook and the frustration with his own emotions weighed heavily on him.
Adding to this turmoil, a sense of dread began to creep into his daily routine.
One night, after a particularly grueling shift at the club, Jimin arrived home later than usual.
The apartment was dark and quiet, save for the soft hum of the refrigerator.
He tried to shake off the uneasy feeling that had settled over him, attributing it to exhaustion.
As he fumbled with his keys, the sense of unease only grew stronger.
He couldn’t shake the feeling that he was being watched.
Jimin quickly dismissed the thought as paranoia, but the sensation clung to him like a cold sweat.
He glanced around the dimly lit hallway, half-expecting to see someone lurking in the shadows.
Inside his apartment, Jimin locked the door behind him and went about his usual routine, trying to push away the creeping anxiety.
He made a quick meal, his hands trembling slightly as he cooked.
The persistent feeling of being watched wouldn’t leave him alone.
It was as if eyes were boring into the back of his head, watching his every move.
As he sat down to eat, Jimin’s phone buzzed on the kitchen counter.
He glanced at it, his heart skipping a beat.
It was a message from an unknown number.
The message read: “I see you’re still as beautiful as ever. Miss me?”
Jimin’s blood ran cold.
The message was unsettling, not just because of its content but because it suggested someone knew him personally.
His face drained of color, his hands growing clammy.
He quickly dismissed the message, but the fear gnawed at him.
The next few nights were filled with similar messages and increasingly disturbing encounters.
Sometimes, he’d find strange notes slipped under his door, or he’d catch glimpses of someone’s shadow as he walked home.
The fear was palpable; it felt like someone was closing in on him, tightening a noose around his neck.
One evening, as Jimin was heading home from the restaurant, he noticed a figure following him from a distance.
The figure kept to the shadows, but Jimin could make out the faint outline of a person.
His heartbeat quickened.
He quickened his pace, his anxiety spiking with every step.
As he approached his building, Jimin glanced back and saw the figure step into the light.
The stranger’s face was obscured, but Jimin could feel their gaze.
Panic surged through him.
He sprinted up the stairs, his footsteps echoing in the empty stairwell.
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