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Hongjoong ateez - stalking

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1100 words.

⚠️ stalking

The city lights of Tokyo glittered outside the hotel room window, casting a soft glow across the carpeted floor. The group had just wrapped another successful fan meeting — laughter, gifts, cheers ringing in their ears. But for Hongjoong, something felt... off.

There had been a girl, maybe mid-20s. Not unusual, considering their fanbase. But her gaze had clung to him the entire event, her smile stretched a little too tight, her laughter too high-pitched, her questions too personal. She didn't blink when their eyes met. She wore a handmade bracelet with his name beaded onto it — not strange on its own — but the look in her eyes when she placed it in his hand felt... invasive.

"You okay?" Seonghwa asked, noticing the tension in his shoulders as they walked into the suite.

Hongjoong hesitated. "Yeah. Just tired."

The others were scattered — Mingi was raiding the minibar for snacks, Wooyoung was yelling about a variety show, San had already flopped onto the couch with a pillow over his face. The night felt normal. Safe.

But sometime around 2 a.m., when the rest of the dorm was asleep, Hongjoong woke up to a sound.

A click.

The sound of the hotel door easing open.

His heart jumped. He blinked into the dark, unsure if he was dreaming — until he heard the whisper.

"Oppa..."

He sat bolt upright.

A figure was in the room. Not a member. Not staff. She stood by the door, fingers clutching something — his bracelet.

"What the hell...?" he started, stumbling back against the wall. Panic surged through him.

She stepped forward, face half-shrouded in the shadows. "You didn't answer my messages. I know you saw them. I waited after the fan meet. I watched you come in here."

Hongjoong's mind raced. His phone was across the room. The others were asleep two doors down. She was blocking the exit.

"Please, you need to leave. Now," he said, his voice low and firm.

"I love you," she whispered. "You don't have to pretend anymore. You wore the bracelet on stage. You knew I'd see."

She moved toward him.

"Stop," he barked. His voice cracked.

And then...

"Hyung?"

It was Yunho.

The hallway light flooded in as Yunho opened the adjoining door. His eyes locked on the girl. In a flash, the calm left his face.

"Who the hell are you?" Yunho said, stepping between them. His body moved on instinct, broad shoulders blocking her from Hongjoong.

The girl started crying. "He called me here! We're meant to be...!"

By now, San and Seonghwa had stormed in. San immediately went for Hongjoong, who had slumped to the floor, visibly shaking. Seonghwa grabbed the girl's wrist as she tried to push past Yunho, his voice hard and unrelenting.

"Security. Now."

The next thirty minutes blurred.

Hotel security arrived. Police were called. The girl screamed and cried, still insisting she and Hongjoong were in love. She was escorted out in handcuffs.

None of the members let Hongjoong out of their sight.

He sat on the couch, a blanket draped over his shoulders, flanked by San and Seonghwa. He hadn't said much. Just kept looking down at his hands like they didn't belong to him.

"She was in my room," he murmured. "She touched my bag. My notebook. I don't know how long she was in there."

Wooyoung crouched in front of him, expression unreadable. "You're safe now. You hear me?"

"She was watching us leave the venue," Jongho added quietly. "Security missed her. That's on them."

Mingi stood with his arms crossed, jaw clenched so hard his teeth hurt. "If Yunho hadn't..."

"He shouldn't have had to," Seonghwa cut in. "We should've noticed. He told us something felt weird."

Hongjoong looked up then. "No. This isn't your fault. I didn't want to make a big deal about it. I've had obsessed fans before, I thought..." He trailed off.

They all knew what he thought. That he could handle it. That it was just a look, a vibe, something easily dismissed.

But it wasn't. It became a boundary shattered. A moment of fear that could've gone so much worse.

The next day, their schedule was canceled. Company lawyers flew in. Press releases were drafted.

But none of that mattered to the members.

They made sure Hongjoong didn't spend a second alone.

San cooked him breakfast — burnt toast, half-scrambled eggs. He still forced a smile as he ate.

Yunho refused to leave his side unless someone else was with him. "I keep seeing her face when I close my eyes," he confessed once. "I hate this feeling," he whispered.

That night, Seonghwa sat with him by the window.

"You blame yourself," Seonghwa said. It wasn't a question.

"I let my guard down," Hongjoong replied, voice barely audible. "What if she had a weapon? What if Yunho didn't wake up?"

"But he did. And you're here. That's what matters."

Silence stretched between them for a while. Then, Seonghwa reached into his pocket and handed him a folded piece of paper.

"What's this?"

"It's the bracelet she gave you. I took it from evidence before the police left. I thought you should be the one to decide what happens to it."

Hongjoong looked at it for a long time. Then, without a word, he opened the window and let the wind carry it away.

Weeks passed.

The fan was charged with trespassing and harassment. She had a history — other idols, messages, minor incidents swept under the rug. But not this time. Not with ATEEZ.

The group became more cautious. More alert. Their security team doubled. Hotel rooms were checked thoroughly. Barriers were no longer just physical — they were emotional too.

But through it all, the bond between the members only deepened.

Hongjoong started speaking to a therapist. At first, he resisted. But eventually, he saw the value in processing what had happened — not just for himself, but for the younger members watching him cope.

"I don't want them to think being strong means being silent," he said to his counselor once.

And one day, months later, he stood on stage — a different city, a different night — and addressed the crowd.

"I want to say something," he said softly. The arena quieted.

"There was a time recently when I felt really scared. Not just as an artist, but as a person. Someone crossed a line that should never be crossed. And for a while, I felt like I couldn't breathe."

He looked around at the sea of faces — supportive, loving.

"But I wasn't alone. My brothers — these guys — they were my shield. And now, I want to be that for them too. For all of you. Respect isn't just about words. It's about space. Safety. Humanity."

The applause that followed wasn't loud. It was thunderous.

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