「Stalker Unknown || Saeyoung Choi x Reader」

「three」

Saeyoung had never dropped everything he was doing faster in his entire life. You were a strong person. Even when you were scared senseless, you put up a facade of bravery to evade worry from others. It was a trait of yours that he loved and respected.

"I need you here now."

Those words rang throughout his head like a record loop. Never before had he ever heard you sound so scared - so helpless. He didn't know what the hell was going on, but he would stop it. He wouldn't dare let anything bring harm to you even if the price was himself.

He cut a usual one hour drive in half, reaching your apartment in a mere thirty minutes. His mind felt as if it was a blur as he ran up the all the steps until he reached the floor your apartment was located on. He hastily pulled out the spare key he kept on him at all times and unlocked the door only to find his entrance blocked by the inside locks that were unreachable to him. Not once, throughout all the time he's known you, had you ever used those locks. He nearly forgot you even had other locks. This did nothing else but add to his worry.

"[name]!" Saeyoung called as he rattled the door in a desperate attempt to get in. "It's me. Let me in."

Recognizing his voice instantly, you hastily moved from the couch and undid the locks. The instant they were unbolted, Saeyoung charged into the room. His worry washed away when he saw you standing there before him, safe and sound. You didn't even get a chance to speak before his hands cupped your cheeks and enveloped you in a kiss. His lips tenderly moved against yours before pulling away. His golden hues stared directly into your tear-filled ones.

"What happened?" he asked softly as he used his thumb to brush away your tears.

"I-I got another message," you managed to choke out. "At the convenience store. They knew I'd be there. I don't know how, but they did."

Saeyoung's face grew hard. He was never one to let emotions get the best of him; a hacker of his skill level needed to push emotions aside in order to be successful, yet he just couldn't this time. All he felt was pure hatred towards whoever was the cause of your tears. He pulled his hands away from your face and reached for the doorknob. It didn't take you long to realize what he was trying to do.

"Where are you going?"

"Back to my computer to track down whoever is doing this to you."

"No!" you cried as your arms wrapped around his waist. You buried your face into his back and he tensed up, his common sense finally coming back to him. "Please, not yet. I don't want to be alone right now, Saeyoung."

Your hands gripped the fabric of his clothing tightly as if you were afraid he'd disappear the moment you slackened your hold. This was a rare side of you that you hardly ever showed, especially not to him, but fear wasn't something you could so easily bottle up.

He slowly turned towards you and ran his fingers through your [hair length], [hair color] hair before placing a soft kiss on your temple. He wouldn't give up on finding the person doing this to you, but now wasn't the time to dive into it. The thing you needed most was comfort.

"Alright," he whispered.

The rest of the day was spent trying to take your mind off your worries. With a plethora of Honey Buddha chips supplied by Saeyoung and the Ph.D. Pepper bought by you, the two of you spent hours just curled up on the couch together watching various movies. It wasn't anything overly extravagant, but it was heaven for you. In the process, you managed to forget about this unknown stalker and have an enjoyable day with your boyfriend.

Your head was lying comfortably atop of Saeyoung's lap and your eyes were struggling to stay open. It wasn't even that late yet, but you were drained from such a stressful night. Sleep was finally starting to take hold of you when Saeyoung's phone chimed, indicating a phone call. He took a brief look at his phone and declined the call when he noticed who it was.

"Who is it?" you questioned.

"No one important," he yawned before running his fingers through your locks of hair. As if on cue, his phone rang once more before he quickly silenced it. You reached over and grabbed the phone from him just as he received a text message.

[9:24 p.m.]

From: Mary Vanderwood ❤

Don't ignore me, 707.

Get back here and finish this work.

"Go," you urged him, sitting up from your comfortable position on his lap. "He needs you more than I do."

It was a complete and utter lie, but you needed him to believe it. The last thing you wanted was for him to get in trouble because he was too worried about you. His presence alone had calmed your nerves for the most part. If it was absolutely necessary, you could make it through the night by yourself.

"He can complain all he wants, I'm not leaving you," he insisted.

"I'll be fine. I promise if anything happens, I'll call you immediately."

He hesitated, looking torn over the circumstance. He didn't want to leave you in the state you were in but at the same time, he couldn't afford Vanderwood tracking him down and making you even more upset. He was better off finishing the last bit of work he had left and coming back as soon as he possibly could.

"Where's the note you got yesterday?" he asked. You stood up and walked over to the kitchen counter where the first note laid. The flowers it was once attached to were buried in the trash. You brought the note back over to Saeyoung and handed it to him. A sudden cold breeze from the open living room window made you shiver and hug yourself.

"Let me close that - you're going to catch a cold in this weather."

"No, leave it. It gets too hot in here without it open."

Nodding, he grabbed the note and stood up. You wanted nothing more than to jump into his arms and make him stay the night with you, but you knew you couldn't. He was only leaving per your request and you knew it would be better for him to finish his work sooner rather than later. You gave him one last quick kiss as he was about to leave the apartment. It took your last bit of strength not to grab ahold of him and never let go.

"I'll let you know as soon as I'm done with work and I'll start looking into this stalker," he told you as he rubbed comforting circles on your back.

"Just don't overwork yourself, babe."

He gave you a forced smile. He and you both knew that overworking himself was exactly what Saeyoung planned to do. He wouldn't have it any other way.

You felt inevitable loneliness the moment he left. The comfort that only another human being could bring was never something someone appreciated until they lacked it, and that was exactly your situation. Standing there moping about it wasn't going to do you any good, though. What you needed most was a good night's rest to allow you to forget about all your troubles for a brief time.

You made your way into your bedroom and changed out of your current clothes and into a fresh pair of pajamas. You were almost completely ready for bed when a faint noise out in the living room startled you.

"Saeyoung?" you called, poking your head of your room. It would be just like him to forget his belongings inside your apartment, but you didn't recall him bringing many things to begin with. After receiving no reply, you walked out into the living room to discover an item lying on the floor outside of your open window.

Another rose with a notecard.

You froze. Despite your brain screaming at you to call Saeyoung, your body didn't cooperate. You slowly bent down and discarded the rose, your eyes more focussed on the notecard and what words it would contain. Gulping nervously, you opened it and read the words inside.

"Even if you cannot see me, I'm always watching you."

You didn't even realize you were biting your lip until the metallic taste of blood washed over your taste buds. Trying desperately to contain the overwhelming fear you felt, you slowly ripped up the note in hand and threw it into the garbage along with the rose. It was out of sight and out of mind, and that's all you needed. Saeyoung didn't need to know of this most recent note - it would only distract him from his constantly growing pile of work. Ignoring these messages was all you could do.

And maybe, just maybe, it would all go away if you just kept ignoring it.