I slammed my racquet down in frustration. "Chris, calm down." "Easy for you to say!" I shook my head as I picked up my now bent racquet. "I'll get you a new one. Stay here." I sat down then sighed. Nothing was going right. Was it my racquet face? My follow through?

I couldn't seem to find the answer. My hairs stood on end as I heard giggling coming from afar. "Is someone there...?" I walked around and heard it louder in the opposite direction. I couldn't see past the bush then stumbled back when something hit the fence in front of me.

My body was a shaking mess as the giggling grew fainter then completely stopped. "I-Chris, why are you on the ground?" I picked myself up and ran to him with a few tears. "Something was here. I don't know who or what but something was. I heard giggling..."

"You've been reading too many supernatural books. Lay off them for a while." He handed me the racquet and walked to the other side. I briefly looked back towards the fence then swallowed hard. I know something was there. Something had to be.

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I held my camera close as I skipped home. I was certain they'd pay well for these. I unlocked the door then briefly gagged. They left the trash by the door. I quickly took it to the basement then hurried back upstairs. "The runt's home!" I hated that name.

"Son." "Father." He patted my head then sent me upstairs without another word. Due to my mother's alcoholism and violent nature because of it, my father had to have most of his brain removed to keep him alive and functioning after they fought once. He happened to lose most of his speech ability.

I sat down on my bed then greeted the many Chris's that were pasted on my wall. I logged onto Twitter then salivated. Chris looked good in anything he wore. I looked down and saw I had a massive amount of direct messages. It's surprising what some people would do for things.

I had finally gotten through all of them then checked Chris's Twitter to see if he tweeted. I refreshed after a while and saw a new tweet. I went through my bag and put one of the shirts I had taken then took a picture.

He didn't suspect anything. Then again who would? We've seen him wear it and no one could prove it was his unless they brought it in to get tested. Plus, knock offs these days were looking more and more like the real thing. I wiggled in happiness at my first haul and probably my last haul.

I found myself planning two weeks ahead with what I was going to do. I noticed I received another direct message. "Can they leave me alone... What else could they possibly not understand." I sucked in air and held it. Chris had messaged me. The one and only. I quickly checked it.

(Pretend this is twitter dms. 😂)

I felt special. He wanted to meet me, but little did he know we already have multiple times. I sighed happily as I felt we were meant to be. I stared at my wall lovingly as numerous Chris photos lined it. "Chris and I were meant to fall in love~"

I happily sang it over and over as I continued to stare at the wall.

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"You waste of sperm, get your sorry ass up and get to school." She was harsh and not bright at all. The weekend had just started. What did I expect from a parent who prioritizes drinking herself drunk? I wouldn't be around anyway as Chris had a session today.

I waited by the entrance with others as we waited for the doors to open. Only a few fans got to attend and I made quite a deal with someone who had gotten in. I smiled softly as I looked at photos I had of Chris on my phone.

"Mine, mine, all mine." I couldn't stop thinking about his smiling face, his soft features, the way his hair moved when he did. I snapped out of my daydream and saw others starting to flood in. I squeezed in, hoping to get a good seat.

I sat down then looked around. I felt anxious and put my hood up. It calmed me slightly, but not enough. I started to chew on my index finger as I waited for it to start. My nerves had went down as I checked the time then went on Twitter.

I took pictures as he smiled widely while talking to the others through the mic in his hand. I loved him so much. I wished he was mine so badly. What could I do to make him want me just as bad as I want him? I had come back to reality as someone had tapped me.

"Your finger..." I looked at them confused until I looked down at it. It was bleeding a lot. "Oh..." I quickly stood up and knocked my chair over, causing people to look at me. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." I repeatedly apologized to everyone as I rushed out the room.

"Hey, wait!" I stopped. He stopped in front of me then took my hand with my bleeding finger. "Come, I can get you proper care." It was Chris. He was holding my hand. Happiness had spread across my face. I restrained myself from touching him the best I could. "What's your name?" "Huh?" "Name." "Oh...Jisung..." "Well, Jisung, be more careful, okay?" I quietly nodded.