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jisung - obsessed

content includes: stalker! jisung x poc fem reader.
may 19th 26

slow burn.
12974 words

obsessed stalker jisung, y/n falls for him, things don't go as planned, jisung is fixated on y/n's whole existence, he's never the type to play about her. it's more than an obsession.
— unsafe sex, lovemaking, rough nasty romantic sex, pussy eating, love bites, real good kisses, the stalker always wins.

An Eater - Matt Martians.

jisung knew her schedule better than she did. every coffee order, every route home, every person she smiled at. she thought the flowers appearing at her door were sweet until she realized he never once asked where she lived.

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y/n just made it to her apartment from a long night out with her girls and she was beat. drunk, high, tired and all of the above.

she stumbles up the stairs to her two flat loft apartment and uses her thumbprint to open the front door. she was greeted to the warm smell of cinnamon flowing through the apartment, she sighed as she kicked off her heels, she made a mental note to pick them up in the morning.

off came the rest of her clothes, stripping herself until she was in the bathroom, she quickly turned the shower on and hopped in. she felt so much cleaner already, she really hated going to parties and stuff, she always felt weird afterwards.

after her nice hot shower she cut the water off and grabbed her towel, drying herself off before sliding a gown over her head, she put on her bonnet and some deodorant before laying in her bed with a dramatic drawn out sigh, feeling herself already about to fall asleep.

her phone buzzed under her leg, making her sigh before reaching down and grabbing it.

Unknown sender
I'm glad you made it home safe.

y/n sat up in confusion, because who is this?

she quickly blocked the contact, not even wanting to respond.

she felt a little scared, just a little. y/n looked around her room, nothing felt off or out of place in her room, she was confused on who was texting her this late.

Unknown sender
Ive had my eyes on u for a minute.

the glow from y/n's phone lit up the dark room, making her stomach twist in a way she ain't like. the message sat there on the screen like it was breathing. alive. watching her back the same way whoever sent it probably was right now.

"what the fuck..." she whispered under her breath.

a nervous laugh left her lips but it died quick. her eyes slowly lifted from the screen and dragged across her bedroom walls. the window. the crack under her bedroom door. her closet.

suddenly her apartment ain't feel warm anymore.

y/n swallowed hard before getting out the bed, phone clutched tightly in her hand while she walked barefoot through the loft. she checked the locks twice even though she knew damn well she locked them already. chain on the door. windows shut. balcony locked.

everything was fine.

so why did it feel like somebody was still in here with her?