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ShinhyeMinho, are you okay?

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Shinhye
Minho, are you okay?

Minnie
You've asked me this
over a hundred times

Minnie
And it hasn't even
been a day

Minnie
Yes, I'm fine
Please stop asking me
this

Shinhye
Are you sure?

Minnie
SHINHYE-

Shinhye
I'm sorry
please stay safe

Minnie
Please leave me
alone ಥ⁠_⁠ಥ

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     Shinhye stared at her phone without blinking. Just a few minutes had rolled past since Minho sent that text, but the urge to ask about his current wellbeing bubbled in her worried mind again. He was annoyed, that much was obvious but she couldn't help it.

Even her brother was, ever since her stalker started mentioning her family, she had made it her hourly mission to text them, at first it they found it endearing that she cares, but as the days went by, turning into weeks and then months, they seem sick of it— well, mostly her fourteen year older brother. Her grandmother on the other hand, had pleaded with her that they were alright.

That's what her life had come to, if she weren't annoying the people she cared about, she'd be pushing them away.

She wondered how long it would take for Changbin to noticed that he had been blocked, maybe when her three days extension expires. He was giving her time and space. She just had to avoid him at all cost, she didn't know how, but she had to try.

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Shinhye
Minho?

Minnie
Shinhye, I'm alive
please stop

Shinhye
Okay, alright, cool

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       Pacing, that's all she had been doing ever since she got back from work. Her legs were weary and enervated, her head reeled with thoughts and from all the spinning. She felt drained, like all the energy had been sucked out of her; she couldn't tell if it was all the stress she was going through or a result of skipping meals. Her appetite had been extremely low and nothing tastes good. She avoided any meaty food like a plague; her mind associating the protein with the image of the man's flesh being ripped off.

Suspense had seized her breaths, blocking her windpipe with it's ugly presence. She was waiting for a text from her stalker, he was awfully quiet, not necessarily talking about what had happened or being random like he normally would.

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