2 days later; home, 7;07 PM
Anxiety crept onto me.
I didn't know the culprit behind the break in.
My parents had absolutely no idea about the texts and the card.. and it was best if they didn't.

Handsome Kaisoo kept me company and was an amazing cuddler. He was one of the cutest and most loyal dogs in the world (the description is same for like, EVERY SINGLE DOG OWNER EVER); with soft, white and hazelnut fur (combed down like straight hair); and a medium-sized, adorable body. Kai was a pomerian that I had adopted last year; and his resemblance to Yeontan was huge.

I hadn't turned on the radio broadcast for the past two days; and I felt a strong force pulling me towards the computer. The radio-like show was my stress-reliever and I needed it.

I turned on the website and announced my presence. Almost instantly; 3M people sent requests... not bad considering how ridiculous a story the girl I last interviewed had.

I looked at the list, and—

Every single username was the same.
Every single profile picture was the same.
The same person: Him.

The username I read was 'Peekaboo'
.....and the profile picture was the mic-shaped tattoo.

A trickle of sweat ran down the side of my head. My website, Purple Iris was compromised. Whoever the guy is was, he wasn't kidding. And he was strong.

My blood pressure has risen tremendously... anger flowed through my veins. I wasn't scared anymore... I was mad.

Without thinking any further, I clicked on the username. The call was answered... and I pressed my headphones closer to my ears... listening..

"Hello? This is Y/N, your kind and fun-loving host for Purple Iris...", I introduced myself, making sure that my voice was steady and there was not a trace of intimidation.

... *silence*..

A dark, humourless laughter echoed from the other side... my blood ran cold as I halted my breath, waiting.

"Fun-loving...", the male voice said... almost bitterly.. "You call all that 'fun'?" ...he laughed again... even more humourlessly.. and somehow, there was a trace of pain in the laughter.. agony..

"Today we have a special guest, who would introduce himself—or herself; in 3,2,1–", I finished, waiting for the mysterious blackmailer to answer.

Silence took over.. for a whole 10 seconds..

Then, almost as if in a whisper; he replied: "Nobody else can hear us.. Purple Iris temporarily disappeared from everyone's browser and internet", in a harsh tone.
The bitterness disappeared and voice held no emotions.. as if it was a dark void..

So.. he did this to my website, huh? Was it even possible? He should get a job at Google or MIT instead of harassing innocent people like me. What reason did he have to do this to me? Why me? Does he have anything to do with me from before my big incident? ...but then again; that was years ago.. I was 8 years old when it happened..it's not possible, is it?

Hundreds of questions flooded into my blank mind... all this craziness was surely driving me insane..

I couldn't find my voice to reply.. silence engulfed the atmosphere yet again..
I found my voice after a whole minute.

"W-what do you want?", I croaked.. my broken voice was unsteady and expressed intimidation. Just what he wanted.

He laughed. I could tell that he wasn't normal just from his inhumane laughter... his aura strongly expressed danger.

"What's your name?" , this time, I literally screamed in a whisper.
My heart hammering against my chest.. feeling scared and extremely insecure. This guy was a genius who hacked into the system to remove my website from the internet temporarily and messed it up. He knew where I lived. His intentions were to hurt me... by hurting those who I love.

Silence filled the air again. I heard glitching noises from my headphones and instantly threw them across the room where it immediately exploded and smoke escaped it. I don't know what made me throw them... but I was grateful that I did as I stared at them in horror.

The screen turned off. The call got disconnected and my computer shut down... flashing the picture of the mic.

My phone beeped from where it was positioned on the bed. I walked towards it and saw the notification of a new text message. From: Him. It was the same number as last time.. but the name had changed from 'Anonymous'.

I opened the message and read:
'JW'

His name.
I had to figure out everything before it was too late. He wanted to harm BTS. It was my job to protect them now. Time to return the favour.
I had to come up with my:
'IDOL PROTECTION PROGRAM'

(a/n: I hope you like this chapter better.. purple you!
I'm sorry that BTS couldn't be introduced in this chapter too..

Who do you think 'JW' is?

Purple ya'll!)