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𝙧𝙤𝙝 𝙝𝙮𝙚𝙤𝙣𝙖

fuck fuck fuck. i didn't know what to do in this situation. if this person were to be following me, how do i stop them?? they won't fucking walk off casually if i tell them too.

is joohyuk coming? how would he?? the bus would take forever!!

i really might die today.

i started thinking of everything i should've done, said, or loved. i got so emotional and started tearing up, until i heard a branch snap behind me and freak out again.

maybe i should text my mom i love her and that i was sorry for being such a bitch. i can't help being a bitch. it's in my blood.

maybe i should tell joohyuk that i wanted him to kiss me.

maybe i should've kissed him instead of rejecting him.

mAybe i should've TOLD HIM THAT I MIGHT'VE LIKED HIM.

i was nearing my house now, which was at the end of this street.

if i entered my house, the dude would know where i lived. what the FUCK do i do???

five houses away.

four.

i inhaled deeply and swung around, facing the man. oh boy, i was so fucking scared you could probably see me trembling in fear.

"a-are you following me?" i asked.

"what's your name?" the guy said. he lifted his head and i realized he was around my age.

"can you, not follow me?" i asked. "i'm just trying to go home."

"then go ahead." he said.

"i'm noT going home with you trailing behind me like some stalker! are you a stalker? do you want me to call the police right now??" i threatened, holding my cell phone.

"don't you dare. they won't come in time anyways." he said, grabbing my arm to stop me from dialing the police.

"let go of me—" i struggled in his grasp. "leT me go and i won't call the police. stop following me and i'll pretend nothing ever happened. i-i swear!!"

the guy laughed. "do you know how girls have said that to me?? i can't even count!"

"you're fucking insane! LET GO!" i yelled, silently praying to myself.

someone please save me. i don't feel like dying today.

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𝙣𝙖𝙢 𝙟𝙤𝙤𝙝𝙮𝙪𝙠

after taking taekwon's car, i drove (probably) past the speed limit to get to her home. it's not like there were any cars around at this time anyways.

my heart dropped when i rang her doorbell and she wasn't there. i looked around the block but i didn't see her either.

"fuck fuck fuck—" i scrambled for my phone and almost called hyeona again when i heard voices a few houses away.

i squinted—and there she was. i probably ran like my life depended on it. some bastard was holding onto her, which made my blood boil at the highest point possible.

"let go of her you cREEP—" i yelled, and then punched the dude in his face.

immediately, he let go of hyeona and she bolted behind me, searching through her bag for who the hell knows why.

i kicked him in the stomach and the creep fell ass down onto the cement.

"who the hell are you??" the guy grunted. "fuck off!"

just then, the guy pulled an object out of his pocket. and that's when this whole situation seemed ten times worse than i thought it would be.

slowly, the guy got back on his feet, holding the knife out at me. he swung the object at me, but i dodged it and punched him again. i didn't feel like getting my head cut off today.

somehow, with one random ass swing, the creep slashed the knife at my face, it really fucking hurt when the thing cut my cheek, but luckily, it could've been a lot more damaging.

"hOly fUCK—" hyeona screeched. "oh my god oh my god—" she continued scrummaging through her goddamn bag.

i kicked and hit the dude multiple more times, until hyeona said, "found it!!"

she shoved me to the side and sprayed and shit ton of pepper spray at the guy. he groaned in pain but continued swinging at us, and almost chopped hyeona's head off if she didn't dodge it.

i kicked him in the stomach one last time and grabbed her hand, running back to her house.

we bolted like our lives depended on it, and hyeona fumbled with her keys and unlocked the door, scrambling inside her home. the two of us locked all doors, windows, and put down all the blinds with the lights still off.

if the guy found out where we lived, we would be most definitely screwed over.

hyeona let out an exasperated sigh beside me, slumping down onto the ground and burying her face in her arms.

"are you okay??" i asked worriedly. "did you get hurt? did he do anything weird?? are you injured—"

"i'M finE." she squeaked, and slowly looked up. hyeona grabbed my face suddenly and looked closer, flustering the living hell out of me. "how could you take a hit from that guy?!"

"how could you get followed in the first place??" i sassed, looking away from her.

"you're bleeding." she said, wiping the blood off my cheek with her bare hand.

"yah, don't do that." i grabbed her hand and wiped my blood off of it. "it's dirty."

"no regular human being would care about that after being cut with a knife by some creep." she mumbled. "i have a first aid kit. sit down."

i smiled to myself as i watched hyeona scramble off. i liked seeing her so worried about me.

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