Watched 》 vkook

Chapter 5

November 13, 2017

Something doesn't feel right. After meeting that guy with red hair at the club, things have been weird. All I remember is dancing for a little while and getting drinks. Then, next thing I know, I'm asleep in my own bed. I don't even think we hooked up. I'm not sure how I got home, but I'm thinking Jimin probably drove me. Most likely, I drank too much and that guy took me back to Jimin or something.

I'm kinda worried that I said something weird while I was drunk. Maybe I scared him away... I don't know and I'm honestly too scared to find out.

Taehyung closed his journal and sat it beside himself on his bed, deciding to check his phone, "Holy shit..." He had over twenty missed calls from Jimin and about a dozen texts from the stalker. He opened up his texts with Jimin first, not wanting to deal with the stalker until he absolutely had to.

[To: Jimin]

Do you know what happened last night? All I remember is dancing with that really hot guy and then waking up.

[From: Jimin]

Holy shit, Tae!!! I was worried sick about you!! You suddenly disappeared and Hoseok said some guy named Justin took you home..

You never told me about a friend named Justin so I was worried you were kidnapped or killed or something, but you seem to be fine so I guess I overreacted...

[To: Jimin]

Hoseok??

OH ADSDJKHG

THATS THE GUY FROM LAST NIGHT

Wait a second..

I don't know anybody named Justin??

[From: Jimin]

Wait, are you serious?

[To: Jimin]

Dead serious.

[From: Jimin]

Then who tf took you home???

[To: Jimin]

Not sure... I'll text you later when I find out.

Taehyung felt worry build up inside of his chest, opening up his conversation with the stalker. Several pictures of himself either sleeping or smiling in the clothes he had worn last night had been sent to him, all of which were taken in his bed.

[From: Unknown]

Good morning, sunshine. I'd ask if you slept well but I already know you did.

[To: Unknown]

What the fuck... were you in my house last night?!

[From: Unknown]

How else would I get such lovely pictures of you?

[To: Unknown]

You're fucking crazy. I'm calling the police.

[From: Unknown]

What are you going to do? Tell them I brought you home safely and tucked you into bed? Wow, I'm such a sick guy.

[To: Unknown]

I'll show them all of the texts you've sent me.

I even have your name now.