MANIAC | SEOKSOO FF ✔️

PART 14

Jisoo felt a wave of dread settle over him as he arrived back at Seokmin's doorstep.

Right there on the doorstep, wrapped in ominous black paper with a deep red ribbon, was another gift. Two delicate bluebells dangled from the top, swaying slightly in the evening breeze—a twisted mockery of innocence against the ominous package.

He paused, his breath catching in his throat.

It had been days since anything like this had happened. He’d almost let himself believe that, with the move to Seokmin’s, the haunting had ended.

But now, standing in front of this parcel, he felt that same familiar fear gnawing at him again. Hesitantly, he reached out, his hand trembling as he loosened the ribbon and lifted the box’s lid.

What lay inside turned his stomach. He took a step back, pressing his hand to his mouth as the contents stared back at him, sickening and raw.

Inside the box was a single raw eyeball, bloody and freshly cut, sitting against the glossy black interior. Next to it lay a photograph—of the man from the grocery store, the one who had flirted with him just hours ago. The man’s face in the photo wore a look of surprise, frozen in a moment Jisoo couldn’t comprehend.

Jisoo felt bile rise in his throat, and he stumbled back, his legs threatening to give way as he gripped the doorframe to steady himself. His mind raced, piecing together the horrifying implications, but none of them made sense. Who was behind this? And why had they done this?

As he stood there, paralyzed in shock, his phone vibrated in his pocket. With trembling hands, he pulled it out, dreading what he might see.

Another message from the stalker, after days of silence.

×××××××
Didn’t like the way he looked at you. Thought I’d make sure it didn’t happen again.
You’re welcome, Bluebell.

His hands went numb, nearly dropping the phone. The words taunted him, each one a sick reminder that whoever was watching him had gone far beyond harmless tricks.

This was real, tangible horror. And it was all for him.

The air felt thick and suffocating, and he struggled to catch his breath.

He had to get out of there, had to find Seokmin, had to tell him what was happening.

But the fear kept him rooted to the spot, unable to move, the weight of the box like an anchor pulling him into some dark abyss.

×××××××
See you soon, Bluebell.

read a follow-up message, and with it, Jisoo’s sense of safety shattered completely.

Jisoo couldn't tear his eyes away from the eyeball lying in the box. It seemed to stare back at him, as if taunting him with the horror it represented.

His thoughts whirled, each one tangled with fear and disbelief.

How had it come to this?

How had his life spiraled into a nightmare where he couldn't even trust the ground he stood on?

He felt frozen, trapped between fight and flight.

The reality of it--the weight of that fresh piece of organ and the photo next to it--left him numb.

All he could do was stand there, staring, as dread seeped deeper into his bones.

His mind whispered dark, unsettling questions. Was this man.... gone? That same man who had flirted with him just hours before, whose annoying, overconfident grin now seemed like a trivial memory in the face of this.

Jisoo could still see the flash of the man's smirk in his mind, the way he'd leered over the counter the arrogant comments. And now this... this gift was the price he'd paid for that.

The nausea rolled over him in waves, and his hands trembled. He closed his eyes, trying to pull himself together. He had to think clearly, had to do something-but his body felt weighed down with terror. His phone lay in his hand, the messages still open, glaring at him like a brand.