Guardian Angel Jonghyun Oppa

Sasaeng Fans

This chapter will be more about Alina so please enjoy 😊
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Opening her eyes, Alina frowned to find the spot on the bed that had recently been occupied by her new boyfriend now empty. Turning over onto her right side, she looked at the beside table where the clock sat. In bright red block numbers, the clock told her it was a little after seven in the morning.

Her jaw stretched wide with a yawn as she forced herself out of bed and made her way out of the bedroom. The house was silent, so she figured Jonghyun must be at work.

Walking into the living room, she made her way past the sofa and into the section of the house they dubbed the kitchen. There was a note on the fridge in his hand writing that caught her eye, and a smile formed on her lips. Making her way to the fridge, she picked up the paper and scanned her eyes over the elegant writing. "Alina, last night was the best nights sleep I have had in months. Thank you for staying by my side. There is coffee grounds in the pot waiting for you to turn it on, also some breakfast for you inside of the oven. Have a good day. I love you. - Jonghyun"

Wearing a giant grin on her face, she walked over to the coffee pot and pressed the red button so that the machine went to work making her daily life substance. Instantly her ears were greeted with the sound of the water being heated to drip into the grounds and brew the delicious smelling coffee that she loved so much.

With that done, she moved to the oven and opened the door. Just like the note said, there was a plate covered with a clear lid, waiting patiently for her to eat. She took the plate out, removing the lid after closing the oven door, and smiled. A vegetable omelet, two slices of toast, and some apple slices on the side stared up at her. Removing the wrapping from the plate, a smile on her face, she picked up an apple slice and brought it to her lips. Takin a bite of the crisp, juicy fruit slice, she hummed happily while walking over to the table and sitting down. She picked up the fork that had be set on the plate and began to eat happily.

She hadn't had such a nice meal prepared by someone else since her mother's passing. This act meant so much to her that she moved from the table, grabbed her phone from the bedroom, and returned to take a picture of herself taking a bite of her eggs. Smiling happily, she sent the picture to Jonghyun with the message "Thank you, Oppa, for the delicious breakfast." and pressed the send button. Then she put her phone down and went back to eating. She knew that he would reply when he was able to, being an idol kept him pretty busy, but now that they lived together she would see him every night. At least, she hoped she would.

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Later that morning, Alina sat on the sofa, wanting to have a lazy day instead of going outside, and pulled up her Instagram account. Once the page loaded, she found her notifications having millions of tags of herself in pictures of people she didn't know. Clicking on the first one, it brought her to an account, revealing a photo of her showing bodily harm and words encouraging her to kill herself for real. Other tags were the same, some of them accusing her of being a whore and only using her suicide attempt to get Jonghyun to feel sorry for her.

Tears spilled down her cheeks as she quickly turned off her Instagram and threw her phone away from her. She curled her legs up to her chest and cried. This was not something she had expected to happen. She wasn't with him for his money or his fame. She hadn't expected anyone to know that she was with Jonghyun or to even know about her attempt to kill herself. They had even found out about her father's death, and made the accusation that he had killed himself just to get away from her!

A knock on the door brought her out of her state of sobbing, tears rolling freely from her eyes. She couldn't stop herself from crying, but she also didn't know who would be knocking on Jonghyun's door while he wasn't here.

Standing from the sofa, Alina walked quietly toward the door, afraid to answer it incase it was someone that she shouldn't be answering the door for. "Miss Alina, it's Mr. Choi. I've been sent to get you out of here. I need you to open the door." Feeling her heart pounding in her chest, she unlocked the door and pulled it open. The much taller and older male rushed inside, closing the door behind him. "Ya, your not dressed yet?" He shook his head in annoyance. "Go get dressed, now! I have to find a way to sneak you out of here."

"But why?" She whipped her eyes and face with her hands, trying to rid herself of the tears she had been crying. His eyes took her in and he sighed, his facial expression softening.

"I see you already know why, now go." She gasped. All those death threats must have been seen by Jonghyun and maybe even his manager. "Go get dressed, please." Alina nodded and rushed off toward the bedroom to change. She pulled on some skinny jeans and another one of Jonghyun's shirts.

Looking around, she saw one of Jonghyun's hats and facial masks. She grabbed them, brushed her long hair into a ponytail before slipping the hat on her head and fixing the mask over her mouth and nose. She dug around the dresser until she spotted her sunglasses. She didn't want anyone to recognize her, but then again, leaving with SHINee's manager would surely give her away.

Walking back in the living room, she rushed to her phone that was lying on the floor and picked it up. Thanks to her outter box and screen protector, there wasn't a scratch on it. She stuffed it into the back of her pocket while she followed the manager out of the apartment room. "Stay close to me." Reaching behind him, he tugged her close to his side, and ushered her toward the elevator as quickly as possible. Alina tried not to look around or trip.

They successfully made it into the elevator and down to the underground garage where a few different men encircled them, shielding them from the view of the angry fans. They all shouted at her, her disguise having fooled no one. They threw things at her, forced their hands through the body guards at every opportunity, scratching at her arms and pulling on her hair. Alina cried out as one girl caught her face so roughly with her nail that she was sure she was bleeding. The body guards shoved the angry bystanders away as best they could until Alina was finally, safely inside of the van.

She sat in the quiet of the backseat, with the doors locked on both sides, sobbing as she tore off the mask and glasses. Blood trickled slowly down her cheek from the cut the girl's nail had made. When she touched the cut, she winced in pain.

"Are you alright, Miss Alina?" Mr. Choi groaned when he turned to look at her, finding that she was cut indeed. "Gaesaeggi! You're bleeding!" He turned to dig around the front before he turned back with a napkin. He handed it to her, noticing her hand as it shook while accepting it. Her arms were scratched up as well and she looked like a nervous wreck. He handed her a bottle of water, giving an apologetic smile before turning around to drive away from the crazy sasaeng fans.