As Aaira stood in the dimly lit kitchen, her hands trembling as she dried the tray, her phone buzzed in her pocket. The sudden sound shattered the uneasy silence, making her flinch. She stared at it, dread pooling in her stomach as the screen lit up with an unknown number. Her fingers hesitated before accepting the call, her breath catching in her throat.
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A cruel, chilling laugh echoed through the speaker, instantly sending a shiver down her spine. She didn’t need to ask who it was. She already knew.
Unknown: "Your boss is crazy, isn’t he?"
The voice on the other end was mocking, dripping with venom.
Unknown: "Pulling you closer, whispering sweet nothings. Does he really think he can protect you? Or do you think that way?"
Aaira’s throat tightened.
Aaira: "What do you want?"
She asked, her voice trembling despite her attempt to sound strong. The laugh came again, harsher this time.
Unknown: "What do I want? Oh, sweetheart, you know exactly what I want. But let’s focus on you for a moment, shall we? You’re getting too comfortable. Too cozy in that fancy house with your precious Jeon Jungkook. Do you think you’re special? Do you think you can replace me in your life?"
Aaira’s grip on the phone tightened as she tried to steady her breathing.
Aaira: "You’re insane,"
She whispered, her voice barely audible. The laughter stopped abruptly, replaced by a cold, menacing tone.
Unknown: "Dare you feel the same way for him. Dare you let him touch you, let him make you think you’re safe. You don’t belong to him, Aaira. You belong to me."
Aaira: "I'm not a keychain who belongs to anyone, I'm a person."
He laughed.
Unknown: "Of course not, you're not a keychain, honey, but you're my heart, and you do belong to me."
Her heart pounded in her chest as she backed against the counter, clutching the phone so tightly her knuckles turned white.
Aaira: "You’re delusional,"
She said, her voice shaking.
Aaira: "Jungkook has nothing to do with this. Leave him out of it."
Unknown: "Leave him out of it?"
The stalker snarled, his voice rising.
Unknown: "He’s already in it. He crossed the line the moment he kissed you, the moment he intended to make out with you, and later let you into his house. The moment he dared to care for you. Does he think he’s untouchable? That I won’t break him just like I’ll break you?"
