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ONESHOT | 23
Jungkook sat in his dressing room, the low hum of chatter from the crew barely audible over the pounding in his head. His fingers trembled as he unfolded another letter, the smooth paper crinkling under his tense grip. He didn't want to read it, but curiosity—no, fear—compelled him to scan the words written in that familiar, delicate script.
"I see you, Jungkook. I know where you go, who you talk to, what you do when no one's watching. You can't hide from me. You belong to me, and only me. Remember that." - your secret admirer
The words were like a chilling caress, wrapping around him and squeezing the breath from his lungs. He let out a frustrated sigh, crumpling the letter in his fist. It joined a growing pile of similar notes on the coffee table—disturbing reminders of the stalker who had been haunting him for months. "Not again," Jungkook muttered under his breath, rubbing his temples. The letters were getting worse, more invasive, more possessive. Whoever this person was, they were relentless, and it was starting to wear him down. Just then, you entered the room, a soft knock on the door announcing your presence. You paused, noticing the familiar look of frustration etched on his face. Jungkook glanced up, his eyes meeting yours with a mix of exhaustion and discomfort. "Another one?" you asked gently, nodding towards the crumpled paper in his hand. Jungkook huffed, tossing the letter onto the pile. "Yeah. This person just doesn't quit. It's like they know exactly where I'll be, even when we try to change things up." He leaned back, running a hand through his hair, his dark eyes clouded with unease. "I'm just... so tired of this. It feels like I can't escape."
You moved closer, picking up one of the letters and skimming through it. You tried to keep your expression neutral, but the words were undeniably creepy. The stalker's obsession was palpable, each line laced with a possessiveness that sent a shiver down your spine. You set the letter back down, looking at Jungkook with concern. "I'm sorry, Jungkook. I can't imagine how stressful this is for you," you said, your voice filled with empathy. "We'll figure something out. Maybe we can increase security or change your routine again." Jungkook shook his head, the weariness in his expression deepening. "We've tried that already. It's like no matter what we do, they always find a way to get to me. I don't even feel safe in my own home anymore." He sighed, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees, his hands clasped together tightly. "Sometimes I wonder if I'll ever have a normal life again, you know? I didn't sign up for this when I became an idol. I just wanted to make music, perform... not deal with stuff like this." You sat down next to him, offering a comforting smile. "I know. And you don't deserve this, Jungkook. But you're not alone in this. I'm here, okay? Whatever you need, whenever you need it—I'm here to help you through it."
Jungkook looked at you, his expression softening. There was a flicker of relief in his eyes, a brief respite from the constant anxiety. "Thanks," he murmured, his voice low. "I don't know what I'd do without you. Seriously, you're like the only person I can really talk to about this. Everyone else just... doesn't get it." You nodded, understanding his unspoken frustration. As his manager, you'd been by his side through the highs and lows of fame, and you knew how isolating it could be. "You can always talk to me," you assured him, reaching out to give his arm a gentle squeeze. "No matter how bad things get, I'll always be here." Jungkook smiled, a small, grateful curve of his lips that didn't quite reach his eyes but was enough to show that your words meant something. He leaned back against the sofa, letting out a slow, steadying breath. "I'm just glad I have someone like you around. It makes this whole thing a little less... unbearable." You smiled back, though there was a flicker of something unreadable in your eyes—something Jungkook didn't catch as he looked away, his mind still swirling with thoughts of the letters, the stalker, the suffocating presence that loomed over him like a shadow. "Just try to relax for now," you said softly, standing up. "I'll handle the schedule for the rest of the day. You don't have to worry about anything else." Jungkook nodded, grateful for the reprieve. "Yeah, maybe I'll take a nap or something. Thanks, really." You just nodded, letting him rest before starting his schedule.
