"Hm? What?" Chanyeol groans groggily, rolling over to glare at whoever decides to break his sleep. He is surprised to see that it is still dark.
"Uh, Chanyeol? Can...I sleep in your bed tonight?" Kyungsoo's face burns with embarrassment, realising how childish he sounds but he is too scared to sleep by himself. In fact, he is too afraid to do really anything by himself. He has placed his phone in a drawer and has muffled it with some of his folded shirts, making sure that he can't hear the awful chiming anymore. That is his first mistake. At almost four in the morning, his phone begins ringing loudly and obviously whoever Unknown is, has unmuted it once again. Kyungsoo nearly growls as he quietly jumps down from the ladders and pulls his phone out of the drawer. Fear hits him as he sees that 'Unknown' is calling and they must be furious. He steps out of the room and closes the door, walking into the bathroom and sliding the lock across before accepting the call. He is too scared to speak first so he waits, breathing ragged and pupils dilated.
"Isn't it a shame that I have had to call you now?" An extremely deep voice comes through the phone, too deep to be natural. Kyungsoo's heart plummets into his stomach.
"It seems that you aren't talking, although I can't exactly say that I'm surprised seeing that you don't speak in interviews or really in general. Now for what I called for. You haven't done a single thing that we have asked now, have you?" The man speaks in a taunting sing-song voice, faking sympathy for the poor young man on the other end. Kyungsoo quietly unbolts the door and grabs the landline, phoning the police. He hides behind the kitchen counter and places his mobile in the living room, speaking to the operator in a whisper.
"Hi, uh I need the police. There's a person who is stalking me and they won't leave me alone. They-they keep on threatening me and my friends. Can I have help please?" After a few minutes, the operator says that they have the police tracing his phone number now, but it will take a few minutes to triangulate the signal. He is instructed to keep the man on the phone talking.
"Uh, shit, ok." He places the landline phone down onto the counter, walking back into the living room.

"Were you trying to hide? It isn't going to work, we know your dorm inside and out." The menacing voice sneers.
"W-why are you doing this?" Kyungsoo asks quietly and in a whisper, fear controlling his body.
"Shall I tell you why or shall I not? Well, everybody likes surprises so you will find out when the time comes." Kyungsoo can hear the smirk through the man's voice and he feels his fingers tremble just a little more.
"If-if you're a-after me, then why do you keep threatening my friends?"
"These aren't threats, Do. They hold very real consequences. Much like the ones that you are going to suffer very soon."
"W-what do you mean? What have I done? I don't- I don't understand?" He whimpers, voice breathy as he tries not to hyperventilate. 
"Now before I go, I just want to make something very clear. There will be no escaping, no running, no stalling. There is no way out for you, because we have you cornered. Goodnight and get some rest before the fan meet tomorrow at twelve. You need the rest to greet your fans. Any more setbacks and, let's just say that tomorrow will be a blast." The line cuts off and Kyungsoo slumps down onto the floor on his side, tears escaping from his eyes. How did it come to this? He is a normal guy, he's never committed a crime, he's tried to do everything by the book and yet- somebody is out for him. What is their reason? What is their goal?

He sways to his feet as he hears the others coming down the stairs. He is on the verge of passing out and it is only seven in the morning. He is so tired and stressed that he doesn't know how to cope with anything. He is struggling to answer basic questions and it is clear that his staff and manager are getting frustrated.
"Alright, what are your lines, Kyungsoo?" His manager asks again, now for the third time. Kyungsoo snaps out of his daze and sighs to himself.
"Uh, how are you all tonight? For tonight's show, we are going to- to...uh-" Kyungsoo trails off, biting his lip in frustration.
"You are lucky that Minseok has learned your lines for you. And what time have you been going to bed at? You look awful today." His manager chides, looking at the young man with soft eyes. Kyungsoo slumps down onto the coach and cradles his head in his hands. He feels useless- he can't get anything right no matter how hard he tries. The sightings of the odd man that smashed in his dorm window and chased him from the store have been increasing, and he feels as if he can't escape. Whenever the man sees him, he smirks an awful, twisted smile before somehow disappearing. Yixing arrives with hot chocolate for everyone and Kyungsoo quietly thanks him then huddles his knees to his chest on a seat in the far corner of the room. The others don't understand. They don't understand what it's like to have the pressure of somebody stalking you, threatening you and your loved ones. What it's like to have all of your privacy stripped away from you when you barely had any before. Kyungsoo takes a long sip of his drink, trying to fend off tears. Then, almost out of nowhere, he has this horrendous feeling in his stomach that something is about to go wrong but he has no idea what it is.

Hi guys! I'm about to start on the next chapter which is where all of the drama will be so this is kinda like the build up to the storm. I love you all and thank you so much for being so kind, I don't deserve cute lil squishy human beans like you guys! Anyways, keep on smiling those beautiful smiles and make sure to get enough sleep, food and water. Stay healthy, my peanut butter cookies! 🍪❤️

Date: Thursday 22nd November 2018

Word Count: 1088