K-Pop Oneshots, Reactions & Scenarios

~~131: ENHYPEN Heeseung - Insta~~

"Oh my lord, who is that?" my friend asked me as we sat in our lecture.
"Ugh, Lee Heeseung. Don't even get caught in his trap. He's such a creep." I rolled my eyes as the tall, handsome guy walked into the lecture 30 minutes in with a slight smirk on his face. He took a glance round the room and stopped at me giving me a wink and an even wider smirk. I just gave him the dirty look.

"Why?" my friend asked me.
"I'm not even gonna get into detail but he stalks my instagram and texts or calls me every time I post something new and he's like an actual creep about it." I roughly explained.
"So why don't you just unfollow him? Your account's private isn't it?" she asked.
"It is, but I don't care enough to unfollow him. I ignore him every time calls or texts and have him muted most of the time. I haven't blocked him because it's kinda entertaining to read through the messages sometimes after days of leaving him on delivered. At the end of the day, he's one person out of the many that view my posts and I'm posting it for my friends to see, so someone like him seeing them doesn't really phase me." I said to her.
"Ah, I get you, I get you." she said "that's super fuckin' creepy though. All those good looks wasted for nothing." she said.
"Tell me about it. He seemed okay at first because we'd chatted a couple times and he'd always compliment me but that slowly just turned into.. that." I said.
"That's a shame." she said.

Anyways, after an actually decent day at uni, I got into my dorm where I live with two friends and began studying a little bit in the kitchen after a little chilling.

I posted a set of three pics yesterday with my friends at bowling and he just texted me saying "u look like u have great form when bowling love."
I put my phone in do not disturb and studied for around an hour.

Other times he'd text me things like "that dress really suits ur figure" or "u should smile more often I can't take enough of it" and "I wanna make you laugh like that". I once made the mistake of picking up when he called and he said "you want me to go crazy? I wanna take you back to mine and rip that pretty dress off of you."
That absolutely traumatised me and I didn't say a thing and just hung up. I haven't picked up since. That was the only time.

Couple weeks later, he wouldn't stop calling me to the point it was getting to my head and my finger slid across the pick up button out of rage.

"What?!" I yelled over the phone.
"Woah, I was just gonna say... nice to see you in that pretty necklace, baby. It looks perfect on you-" I hung up.

I know it's rude but he's honestly so creepy and annoying. I couldn't take it and.. it was just the same old again. You'd think he'd get the hint by now but no.

He calls again another day. I groan, picking it up saying "Glad you called, I WAS having a good day."
"Ouch. But listen, for real. Will you atleast give me a chance? I wanna get to know you more, y/n. I just like complimenting you because that's my way of flirting." he confesses.
I scoff and say "you expect me to give you a chance when you've been a creep to me? Absolutely not. Forget about it." I hang up and got back to what I was doing.

One week after that on a stormy Wednesday, it was like that but ten times worse. The calls came one after another for ten minutes straight and even when my phone was on silent, it would vibrate and it was annoying since I was reading a book and all I could feel were the vibrations of my phone next to my thigh.

So, I picked up again and once again, yelled "what?!"
But this time...
"y/n... please let me in... i'm getting soaked and.. you were the closest person that I know lives near the park."

His voice was hoarse and sounded really hurt. My heart dropped since I'd NEVER heard him like that. I didn't hear any knocks or anything - I don't even know if he knocked or if he just called - but I practically sprinted to the door to let him in.