The Devil's Embrace [Jikook]

Prologue

The night air was thick with an unsettling stillness as he walked down the dimly lit street, the rhythmic sound of his boots echoing against the pavement. Streetlamps flickered overhead, casting long shadows that danced around him like specters. A chill ran down his spine, and he instinctively quickened his pace, glancing over his shoulder.

At first, he thought it was just his imagination, a trick of the mind playing games in the dark. But the feeling persisted-a weight in the air, a presence lurking just beyond his line of sight. The hairs on the back of his neck stood on end as he caught a glimpse of movement in the periphery. It was subtle but unmistakable. Someone was following her.

His heart raced, pounding in his chest like a war drum. He tried to shake off the feeling, convincing himself it was just a coincidence, perhaps another late-night wanderer. But the footsteps behind him mirrored his own, a steady cadence that grew louder with each step he took. He felt a knot of anxiety tighten in his stomach, and the city around him transformed into a labyrinth of shadows and uncertainty.

With each hurried stride, he could sense the distance between them closing. The street felt narrower, the night darker, as he fought the urge to run. Instead, he forced herself to breathe, to remain calm, but his mind raced with possibilities. Who was it? Why were they following him? As he approached a corner, he steeled himself, ready to confront whatever-or whoever-was lurking in the darkness behind him.

He waits... steadily. The footsteps are nearing. They seem to have gotten faster to catch up with him.

Suddenly, a figure emerged from the shadows, their silhouette blending seamlessly with the dark night. His breath caught in his throat as he recognized the familiar person- it was him. His ex-boyfriend.

"Jung Jihoon?" He calls out, his voice steady despite the fear he had.

"What are you doing here?" He continues, leaning helplessly on the wall.

The smirk on the other tall male can't be missed. He stepped closer, his smirk sending chills down the smaller's spine.

"I could ask you the same thing, honey." He replied, his tone smooth yet laced with intensity that made his pulse quicken.

"You shouldn't wander alone at night, Park Jimin." He adds, using his arms to cage the already scared male between his arms and the wall, trapping him.

"Are you following me?"

"I don't know... am I?"

Jimin flares his nostrils in anger. If it were up to him, he'd smack the smirk right off of his ex-boyfriend. But fear rules him right now. He stands vulnerable and unguarded. He takes a few deep breaths to calm himself, and then he tries to escape this man's hold. His tries are futile as Jihoon holds his waist, keeping him in place.

"Let go of me." He venomously spits. His face filled with fear and bravery at the same time.

"Why so feisty? I'm not gonna hurt you." Jihoon says. With his other hand, he caresses the smaller's cheeks. Jimin moves furiously, not wanting to be touched.

"Don't touch me. Tell me, why are you following me?"

"I miss you."

Jimin gulps uneasily at the response he gets. What more did this man want from him? Did he not have a blast with ruining Jimin's life? Did he not enjoy tormenting him in the past?

"Miss me? Jihoon, we're done. I broke up with you months ago. Do you think acting like a crazy fucker and stalking me is gonna make me take you back?" Jimin is fired up as he asks, only to receive a chuckle from the man on the receiving end of his words.

"Stalking? This is not stalking, I'm just... keeping a close eye on you. That's it." He smirks upon response. Jimin chuckles in disbelief.

"Excuse me? Is it not stalking? The roses you send me every day. The notes you slide under door. Following me wherever I am. You don't consider that stalking?"

"What?"

"Don't give me that stupid face. Seriously, Jihoon. Stay the fuck away from me before I actually have you arrested this time. You're creeping me out." The smaller says, his tone vulnerable and begging. He had been scared for all this time. He wanted to feel safe.

"Sweetheart, I'd love to take all the credit, but I don't know what you're talking about. Are you fucking some other dude? Is that it? Is that who the roses are from? You don't even like roses." Jihoon sneers.

"No, I'm not fucking anyone. Even if I was, it's none of your business. And, for your information, roses are my favorite. If only you had taken time to know the real me except using me for sex, you'd know just the simple details about me. Asshole." Jimin shot back, masking the tremor in his voice with bravery. After those words, he roughly swats away the taller's arms and stomps away.

After taking a few steps, he stops and looks back at Jihoon, who seems shocked behind him. He could be shocked because of the accusations or shocked because the smaller spoke up for himself. Either way, he was shocked.

"Oh, and... Jihoon, stay the fuck away from me." With that, Jimin stomps his away. His footsteps echo in the empty street.

The short walk to his apartment is filled with fear and anxiety. Surprisingly, even after talking to Jung Jihoon, he can still feel it. Eyes boring holes on him as he walks, no matter how much he looks over his shoulder. There's no one, yet he can feel the presence lurking just out of sight.

Finally, he spots his residential complex. A seed of hope is planted in his heart as his feet race towards the building. The elevator ride to his floor is just a few seconds, and there... finally. He has arrived. He presses his passcode and walks inside.

With a heavy sigh, he throws himself on the couch. Whatever made him decide to go for a late night walk, that was the dumbest decision he's ever taken. Even though he knows he's safe, his heart is still uneasy.

Brushing the fear and tons of thoughts away, he gets up and heads to the bathroom. He feels the need to freshen up before heading to bed. He was so scared back there, even his buttcrack was sweating. So he does. He gets in the shower. The wild rose and vanilla filled scent of his body wash filled the room. It was relaxing and calming. As the water cascaded down his skin, it washed away the stresses and sweat of the day, leaving him feeling refreshed and renewed.

Soon, he's in his silky pajamas and tucked in his bed. He scrolls on his phone, looking at the not so adventurous day he has tomorrow. Well, for him to wake up bright and early, he needed his beauty sleep. So he places his phone on the nightstand, does a little silent prayer, and hopes that sleep locates him soon.

It doesn't take long. All it takes is a few imaginary scenes of him and his billionaire imaginary boyfriend having a vacation on some beautiful island. He's content with his thoughts, and soon, they help him drift off to a peaceful slumber.

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This is gonna be a short story, my babies. Long stories end up boring me too quickly, so I'll try to end this as soon as possible. Maybe 20 chapters or less than that. Please enjoy and leave a vote🌟.

Borahae 💜 💜