S u r p r i s e // Qian Kun x reader

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3rd p.o.v

09.00 AM

It's early in the morning.
Y/N was just awakened by her lovely alarm, Aike.
She opens her eyes with a smile and gently pets Aike.
Aike decides it's time for breakfast so she leaves Y/N bedroom.

The door was open.

'I was pretty sure I closed that door last night. . .'
Y/N thought to herself, but shrugging it off.
She gets up and walks to the window to open her curtains, but she steps on something that feels like fabric.

She looks down to find a glove, just a single glove.

'This isn't mine. . .'

She picks the glove up and studies it.
Weird things have been happening to her lately.
Not only last night, but over the past few weeks.

She's starting to feel unsafe.

Despite the fact that she loves living around here and loves the job she has, the thought of moving to back to y/h/c (Your Home Country) has slipped into her mind several times recently.

It started about 3 weeks ago, things in her house were moved around without herself doing it.
For someone who is sure that she lives alone and that she owns the only key to her apartment it's quite confusing.
She's been putting it off for a while now, thinking she just forgot she moved it.

It started with those simple things.
She also often woke up at night, to hear footsteps suddenly become quiet.

She's even called the police, but they couldn't find any evidence about someone breaking in and quit responding to these calls.

Immature of them, I mean, what if something really happens?

Never lie kids.

She's been called crazy for experiencing this, but she can't help it.

On another day, she came home at 12AM to find that she's not feeling alone, she was feeling watched.

That evening she decided to close all the windows within the house and just, stay up in the living room to watch some movies, since the next day she would be free from work.
The feeling never left though and she fell asleep on the couch.
As she woke up the next morning, the feeling had left but she woke up with a blanket.

She clearly thinks someone has put it there, but she also could've just grabbed it from the side of the couch, since she stores her soft blankets there.

Long story short, she doesn't know what's been happening in her apartment lately.
She doesn't even really know what's a dream and what's reality at this point.

Back to now, she's holding the glove.
She's 100% sure it is not hers.

'. . . I finally have proof. . . right?'

She might go to the police in her lunch break.
Hoping that they'll believe her this time.

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Last night, 04.00 AM

I just came home and took off my jacket, to find that I was missing one close.

"fuck fuck fuck. . ." I mumbled under my breath.

"What's wrong? Did she wake up while you were there like {}{}{}{} had? That retard-" ?????? was interrupted by {}{}{}{}.

"I HEARD THAT YOU LITTLE PIECE OF SHIT- AND I TOLD YOU I WAS TRYING TO BE AS QUIET AS POSSIBLE, DOING THE NIGHTLY CHECK." {}{}{}{} screamed, a bit too loud. XXX woke up.