A buzz from Jeongguk's coat pocket interrupt the male's plating.

Jo-ah: He's on his way. You never told me he was so fucking cute Ggukie. I may want him myself.

Jeongguk huffed and responses quickly, tongue poking the inside of his cheek dangerously.

Don't fucking touch him. He's mine. :Minho

Jeongguk rolls his tongue across his cheek once more before angrily clicking the power button on his phone and returning to the task at hand.

He carefully and methodically plates the bulgogi and ramen, setting two spots at Taehyung's small dining table.

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Taehyung reaches into his pocket tiredly and clicks the keys into the lock on his front door.

The adrenaline from the days work had work off on the walk home. Now all he wanted was to eat some junkfood and binge his favorite TV show.

A unfamiliar smell entered his nostrils before he even stepped into his home, causing his eyebrows to furrow in confusion.

Had he left something on?

He swung the door open and nearly dropped to his knees in shock, the paranoia from the days earlier all rushing back to hit him like a ton of bricks.

In his vision was his dining table, set up perfectly for two persons. A steaming plate of bulgogi barbecue- Taehyung's favorite food- decorated the beautiful placemats that Taehyung had never seen before. A big bowl of egg ramen stood in the center of the table, chopsticks aligned perfectly over the top of the bowl. The lights were deliberately turned off around the apartment expect for in his kitchen and right above his dining table. As if it were a fancy restaurant.

Taehyung's breath rapidly quickened and became erratic. He clutched his chest and his knees wavered, causing him to fall to one knee, gripping the handle to his door for support.

His brain simply couldn't take in all the information being presented to him.

Someone had been inside his house.

Someone had been through his things.

Someone had made him dinner.

And by the looks of the two steaming bowls...

Someone was still inside the apartment.

He stood to his feet, panicking as he reached for his phone, pressing the home button...

But nothing happened.

Taehyung's eyes shot to his phone, tears welling in his eyes as he desperately pressed the power button.

To his absolute horror, the dead battery symbol appeared.

Unbeknownst to him, he had taken a few shallow steps into the apartment already.

The sound of his front door closing shocked him out of his trance. He screamed loudly at the sound, flipping around fast.

But no one was there.

He rushed to his door and grabbed the doorknob, turning it.

But it stopped halfway through its rotation.

The door was locked.

From the outside.

Anxiety filled every ounce of Taehyung's being as he couldn't do anything, too scared to even scream.

Tears spilled over the edge of his eyes, streaming down his cheek in terror.

He swallowed hard and turned back around to face the setup.

What do I do?

What do I do?!

Think Tae, you can't get out. Your fire escape has been broken for ages. There's no way out.

Suddenly Taehyung has a thought, he moves as slowly as possible, as though every sound he makes would mean his death.

He tugs a drawer to his left open quietly and subtly reaches inside, pulling out a small yet sharp pocketknife.

Gripping the knife like his life depended on it, Taehyung moved one step at a time towards his bedroom.

He slipped inside without a noise and sidled backwards, eyes still watching his living room for a sign of any person.

Finally his back softly collided with his nightstand and he breathed a sigh of relief, turning to grab his phone charger.

Just charge your phone and call the police Tae...

But his stomach dropped through the floor when his hand did not connect with a charger.

His eyes looked desperately to his nightstand, and saw that his charger was missing.

"No... no, nononono." He whispered as his panic just kept increasing.

After his eyes scanned over every inch of his bedroom he realized that whoever was in the house had probably stolen his charger.

"Fuck... fuck fuck fuck." Taehyung wheezed, chest constricting so tightly he could barely breathe.

He looked out into his living room again and examined the dinner set out for him, but Taehyung's appetite had long dissipated.

"Fuck me..." he breathed

"Gladly babyboy." A deep, raspy voice spoke from the shadows.

Taehyung couldn't control his vocal chords as he shrieked in horror again, spinning around to the source of the voice.

The cause of the words moved slowly out of the corner of Taehyung's room. The brim of his baseball cap was visible first, then his dark hair and black mask.

Black doc martens stepped out into the light, followed by tight leather pants and an equally tight, grey turtleneck.

Finally, Taehyung could see the most horrifying feature of the man, his eyes.

"We'll meet when I want us too."

The words from nights earlier echoed in Taehyung's mind so loudly he thought it'd explode.

"Y-you." Taehyung choked on his words as he backed up with every step the intruder took towards him.

"M-me." The taller man mocked.

Taehyung sniffled loudly, cursing himself for being a crybaby.

Before Taehyung realized what was happening, the man was on him, his arm wrapped around Taehyung's waist while his free hand softly brushed his tears away.

"Don't touch me!" Taehyung screamed, pushing harshly on the strangers torso, but to no avail. The man was too strong.

"Shhh, baby it's okay. Don't be scared okay? You're safe... you're safe with me, no one else okay?" The dark eyed man whispered "comfortingly" to the redhead who was still squirming under his touch.

"S-safe?!" Taehyung gawked at his stalker, words failing him.

"I know you don't trust me... but you will Red, my little red... I'm going to protect you. I've been protecting you." The mans deep voice reached Tae as his lips brushed against the smallers ears.

Taehyung physically can't muster the strength to form words, he's simply trembling from the proximity and the fear.

The stranger seems to sense his confusion and continues, "I've been watching you baby. Watching everything you do... listening to everything you say... I know you better than you know yourself. You're too perfect little one, you know that? I have to protect you from the cruel world babyboy, yeah?" He hums.

"D-dont call m-me that." The shorter manages to utter in his smallest voice.

The strangers hand quickly transitions from Taehyung's cheek to his neck, squeezing harshly.

"I wouldn't tell me what to do if I were you, babyboy." The ravenette's eyes are burning his anger, cutting through Taehyung's soul.

Taehyung gaps for air and nods, hoping the man will ease his grip.

After seeing his nod, the stranger let's go and pets the boys hair softly.

"Sorry baby, I don't want to be mean but you can't disobey me, okay?" The man's eyes are softer now, gentle almost.

Taehyung coughs lightly, "o-okay...." he pauses

"Jeongguk, baby. My names Jeongguk. But you can call me whatever you'd like~" Jeongguk purrs into Tae's ear.

Taehyung resists the urge to throw up from a horrific mixture of fear and disgust.

"j-jeongguk." Taehyung repeat and the former groans with satisfaction.

"God my name sounds so good coming from you, babyboy."

"Now how about we go eat dinner, love?"

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(Not preread)

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