Nada

Fixing Y/N

She blocked each number until, finally, once again, it stopped. But instead of filling her with relief it filled her with dread. Because by now she knew what this meant. He was planning something. And all she could do was sit helpless, waiting for him to strike.

But it wasn't really a strike, it was more of a malevolent breeze when he finally made his move. Y/N was trying to balance both her backpack and her groceries, while bending down to get the package set in front of her door. She didn't remember ordering anything recently but maybe she had forgotten something....?

She tapped the code to her door in and plopped her groceries on the floor before stepping over them and doing the same to her backpack. Where had she left those damn scissors....Ah, on the microwave. Because she'd opened something a couple weeks ago and hadn't needed them since.

She liked getting packages, a lot of times it was like receiving a treat from herself.

She cut through the tape, ripping it off and letting it fall to the floor, opened the cardboard flaps....and froze, letting the box drop to the table.

No.

He really did know where she lived.

She wasn't sure if she should cry or panic or if she was in shock.

She retreated to the corner of the room, as if distance could physically protect her from the box's contents. And she stared.

It felt like days but it was more like two hours before her brain started sluggishly working again and brought her back to reality.

She couldn't hide forever. Sitting here and staring at the box would do nothing. So she shakily got to her feet and approached it, like it was a cobra ready to sink its fangs into her. That's what it felt like when she reached it and pulled out the scrap of lace cloth. It wasn't big, just a little bigger than a handkerchief. Perfect for wrapping around your head and tying in the back. She shuddered and tossed it next to the box, pulling out the other item the box contained. Love and Respect.

Just the thought of its toxic teachings made her want to throw up.

There was no note, there was no need.

She had been supposed to meet Hoseok for dance practice and there were several texts from him and even a call. But none of it was anywhere in the vicinity of her mind as she pulled her travel suitcase out of the closet, threw some clothes in, and bolted out the door.

Maybe he knew where she lived. But he wouldn't know where she was staying.

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They had been concerned before but they became even more concerned now. Y/N sent a brief text telling Hoseok she was busy and then....nothing. She missed Taehyung's weekend party. She missed her language exchange with Namjoon. And she skipped all the dance practices. Jimin didn't see her on her normal route to classes.

And then she was back like nothing had happened. Almost. She seemed a lot paler than normal, and even more distracted if that was possible. She wouldn't answer any questions and the boys were hesitant to push. So they allowed her to fall back into her normal routine with them. But they weren't giving up. They were going to fix it.