| unwanted presents pt.1

note: tw! psycho! stalker kmj!

"you're going home? at this hour?" soobin asked as she looked down at his co-worker at a cafe, their shift lasted for a while, longer than what they've expected because their night shift co-worker had been late because of an emergency. y/n hated staying for too long but because she's considerate and didn't want to leave her friend behind she decided to stay.

"yes, don't worry i'll be alright." y/n shook off the worried look on soobin's face, soobin seemed unconvinced, at this time and date, there weirdos surely roaming around every corner of the streets and leaving such girl would be dangerous. soobin shook his head and clicked his tongue. "absolutely not, i don't trust people around this place and look it's already 11pm, bus stations are close at this hour." soobin replied, shrugging.

y/n hated to admit it but he has a point, it's not like she doesn't trust the taller man- it's just that soobin is way too nice, it feels like she's being a burden with the constant help she gets from the older guy. some people even think soobin's making a move on her, but both of them know that it's not the case- y/n just hates the feeling of passing her problems unto other people.

"it's just that... you would be late going home and your roommate's going to look for you." y/n looks away, rubbing her forearm with her other hand, feeling the chill air touch her skin. soobin smiled and waved his comically large hand in front of y/n's face. "oh no worries, yeonjun's an understanding dude, once i tell him about this he'll be okay." soobin assured the younger girl then tapped her petite shoulder.

"so? are you okay if i accompany you home with my scooter?" soobin moved aside and stretched his arms toward his scooter, the same motor he had been using ever since they first met, which he said was a gift from his mother. y/n looked at the older guy and bit her bottom lip before nodding.

soobin smiled and took a spare helmet that was hanging by the side mirror, giving it to y/n before wearing his and hopping on the scooter. "come on!" he said to which y/n replied by hopping behind soobin.

y/n placed her hand on her lap, to which soobin didn't mind. the engine ignited and soobin started the motor slowly before accelerating. the street that was once filled with commuters and a sea of crowd was now empty. small buildings' lights slowly turn off one by one, leaving the moon and the lamp post to provide light to the street.

the air was cold, too cold for her own liking.

the only thing she could hear was the engine, the roaring sound of it as it accelerated past the buildings and other vehicles.

there is a weird comfort of having someone as reliable as soobin, a trustworthy guy who seemed to be different from all she had met, it made y/n happy but at the same time there's a lingering feeling inside her stomach at the thought of once again having to walk her way inside her apartment then be greeted with packages that came from who knows.

the thought made her sigh.

when soobin dropped her off in front of the apartment complex, y/n turned her head to give the guy a small smile and a bow of gratitude which soobin had returned with a sweet smile and a wave. "it's alright, take care y/n!" soobin said as he started the engine again, y/n watched as he left and stood there for a few seconds before entering the building.

as y/n passed by the rows of rooms, she took a stop in front of an elevator, looking around to see no one when she pushed the button the door opened to a person leaning on the metal wall of the elevator, face covered with a hoodie, y/n felt something shift from the air as she pursed her lips before entering, turning her back towards the stranger as if not wanting to ever come with an eye contact. the stranger then exits the elevator after a few seconds— leaving y/n baffled as she stood inside the elevator. y/n pressed buttons to the floor where her room's located, patiently waits as the elevator starts to move.

still, it's very cold.

with a soft ding, the door opens to 4th floor, she makes her way to her room and silently unlocks the door before entering then immediately locking it.

even if this place was what she called her house, it never felt like a home to her- alone here she lives and after a certain event from months ago she had never felt safe anymore even in the confines of her own apartment.

shaking off the fear inside her, she took a warm shower, letting the warm water trickle from her head down to her bare body, letting all the uncomfortable feelings get washed away.

after wearing clothes, y/n took a fast dinner from her microwave— not feeling too hungry even after almost a whole day of working.

y/n laid in her bed, hair sprawled over the bedsheets, body facing upwards, her eyes meets the ceiling. afraid of what will come tomorrow, y/n closes her eyes and pushed herself to sleep.

the morning came, y/n is still asleep but a knock from her door shot her awake, her eyes opened and she sat up on her bed- grumbling. please don't tell me it's one of those mystery packages...

y/n doesn't know or remember what she did and why was she receiving letters and gifts from an anonymous person, yet it was named after her brother who lived on the other side of the country. she was sure it wasn't from him, not when the letters written meant a different meaning, and it was intended to be named after a family member because the apartment complex doesn't accept gifts from unknown people.

y/n stood up, although her body felt heavy. y/n walked to her door and opened it to be greeted with large sized box, with a letter sticking on top of it. y/n grimaced at the sight, wanting to throw up at the sickening feeling that's poking her stomach. yet, because of how afraid she is if her brother finds out, she'd rather accept this unwanted gifts than to make her brother deal with the problems she have caused herself.

y/n with all her strength tried to push the box inside and to the part of her apartment room that is filled with boxes from the same anonymous person, she didn't want to open them— the thought of it makes her sick, it just means she accepts it and it will give the stalker an opportunity to use against her.

but due to how many times the stalker has been giving gifts, there are almost no space left and it's stressing y/n out, there would be a time her apartment will be filled with nothing but unopened presents from her sick admirer.

y/n took the letter that was stuck on top of the package and ripped it open to a letter that says.

to my love,
kang y/n.

this is my 50th gift from you right? just the thought of it makes me feel giddy inside, like there are bugs crawling underneath my skin, you get it? i'm glad you're taking all those packages i worked hard for. but you know it's making me mad that you're not opening them, they're all piling up in your apartment and taking up all the space. if i were you, i'm gonna open them. those aren't just gifts, i want you to use them, wear the dresses and clothes, wouldn't you look cute in them? yes. i know everything y/n, you can't keep everything a secret from me.

i love you,
death won't even stop me.

there's a stench of blood on the paper, and an obvious blood droplets. y/n drops it off and ran to her bathroom to throw up, her head feels heavy and her heart feels like exploding- please, leave me alone...

pale face, y/n walks inside their classroom, as if nothing horrible had happened earlier in the morning. y/n made her way towards her seat and sat down, not minding the continuous chatters from her classmates, drowning in her thoughts. y/n turned her head to the window and being met with the empty soccer field, her bangs sways upon the each blow of air, there is a feeling of comfort but only for a while when her eyes fell on a familiar face from far away.

the tall nose and the noticeable round eyes even from 3 floors away, the long hair that reaches almost to her waist, tall figure and those luscious lips. the girl was wearing the same uniform as her.

that day, 3 months ago...

i remember it, that girl who left her portfolio filled with photos inside the cafe i work at. she'd come by regularly, it's almost like she'd never missed any of my shifts. it's such a weird thing, but because of how polite she is; it didn't bother me at all. i don't know when it all started, just one day i'm working, she came by the door with a portfolio, ordered a drink and sat on one of the tables then... when she was about to leave i saw her portfolio and ran towards her to return it. she thanked me politely and that's all... right?

y/n felt her stomach turn upsidedown when their eyes met and in just a span of seconds she blinked her eyes and looked towards the door of their classroom to see her teacher enter. feeling her body relax, y/n sat up straight, focusing her gaze towards their teacher who began greeting the students and placing his things on his desk, seemingly unknown to the danger one of his students is facing.

y/n taps on her desk with her index finger. when he started his lecture, y/n took a peek at the window again, only to see lower year students roaming around for their recess.

the dismissal came very fast without y/n realizing, her friend hanni who was from the other class greeted her with a thug on her sleeve. "y/n-nie! where are you going?" hanni asked, then hugged y/n's arms as they walked by the hallway of their school, y/n chuckled sheepishly. "home? i don't have a shift today." y/n answered, this made hanni smile brightly and looked behind them. "great! actually i was planning on going to the cafe you work at but since you're free— don't you want to come with me too?" hanni asked, intertwining her fingers with y/n's.

y/n stared at the girl and thought of an appropriate answer.

i guess it doesn't hurt to try.

y/n found herself entering the place where nightmare started, as comforting as the cafe looks, it is indeed everything but comforting— there's something creepy about the thought of being watched by anyone just anywhere around the building. "let's find a table— wait!" hanni walks past y/n to approach a certain person, they talked and y/n watched from the entrance.

hanni moves aside and y/n is met by the scarily familiar face of the girl from earlier. her innocent-like features made y/n's stomach churn.

"y/n-nie come! let's sit here with my friend!" a friend, y/n can hardly understand that weird feeling inside her stomach as she approached the duo, y/n can feel the lingering gaze on her as she stood beside hanni, just wanting to be buried under the ground at that moment.

"this is my classmate and friend, kang y/n," hanni places a hand on y/n's shoulder then to the other girl's slightly broad one. "y/n-nie, this is my best friend since elementary— kim minji." guilt, y/n had realized that it was guilt that was churning and boiling inside her stomach.

how can she suspect someone like minji? who was just a friend of a friend? someone who is innocent, maybe everything was a coincidence all along...

would it be better if her stalker was in fact not minji?

y/n feels herself stiffen but she bowed at the girl and held up a smile.

"it's nice to meet you minji."

minji smiled back, one that pierced y/n's chest due to how polite it was. "it's you again, it's nice to meet you."

fuck.