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seen | 01 - PJM

↴ synopsis:

for months, your relationship survived through hidden schedules, secrecy, and closed doors; until an unknown number begins sending texts that know far too much. private moments stop feeling private, paranoia turns into fear and when the messages become something darker, one terrifying truth becomes impossible to ignore: someone is watching.

→ pairing: bts!jimin x fem!reader

→ word count: 6.7k

→ tags: jimin x reader, park jimin fic, bts fanfic, psychological thriller, stalker au, secret relationship au, idol au, protective jimin, dark fic, paranoia, unknown number, suspense fic, jimin imagine, seen fic, park jimin x reader, bts x reader, anonymous texts, mystery fic, slow burn thriller, stalking tw, hidden relationship, celebrity relationship au, reader insert, tw stalking, tw harassment, tw paranoia, tw threats, dark themes, chapter one, seen chapter one, smut, sex, quickie, kissing, making out, creampie, intense, body worship, love making, etc

→ a/n: I hopeee you enjoy reading this im excited to post thisss <3 I will try to release the second chapter soon!

your thumb hovered over the screen. was this a wrong number? spam? a prank even? you clicked the contact info again. no saved name, no profile picture. just an unfamiliar number.

before you could think too hard about it, your phone buzzed again.

unknown number: you should really be more careful about who sees you

your brows furrowed.

you: who is this?

the typing bubble appeared almost instantly, then disappeared. a strange irritation mixed with unease settled into your stomach. finally,

unknown number: i know more than you think

you scoffed under your breath, locking your phone. okay weirdo. people had too much time on their hands. still, the message sat wrong with you. your eyes flickered toward the darkened window across the room. the city lights reflected against the glass, turning it into more of a mirror than a view outside. your own reflection stared back.

nothing unusual.

you shook the feeling off and headed toward the kitchen, grabbing the water bottle you'd abandoned hours ago.

buzz.

your stomach dropped before you even looked. that was stupid, it was just a text. you unlocked your phone.

unknown number: don’t ignore me. it’s rude.

a pause; another message.

unknown number: especially after he just left.

your hand froze and the apartment suddenly felt too quiet, too still. without thinking, you moved toward the window, fingers trembling slightly as you pulled the curtain aside. the street below looked normal. cars, street lights, locals walking, nothing...out of place. but your chest tightened anyway, because jimin had just left, less than twenty minutes ago, and nobody was supposed to know he’d been here. you typed fast this time.

you: who the hell is this?!

the response came immediately.

unknown number: panic looks good on you

this was stupid. you tossed your phone onto the couch and rubbed your temples. it must be some troll who somehow got your information. right?

still, you softly walked to your front door and checked the lock.

stupid.

you knew it was stupid. you knew whoever this was was probably getting exactly what they wanted out of you, but your feet moved anyway. crossing the apartment faster than you meant to, you reached for the window handle.

locked too. still, you checked twice. the city stretched beneath you, twenty floors down. impossible for anyone to actually get up here. you let the curtain fall shut harder than necessary. you picked up your phone and sighed.

another buzz. you nearly dropped your phone.

unknown number: good

the color drained from your face and your eyes snapped toward the window again. slowly, carefully, you stepped back.

absolutely not, there was no way, they couldn’t actually see you. your gaze flickered across the apartment, suddenly hyperaware of every shadow, every dark corner, every tiny sound the building made. the television reflected faintly against the blank screen in the living room, the hallway to your bedroom looked darker than usual. you hated that your pulse had started racing.

you: what do you want?

three dots appeared immediately. you stared hard enough at the screen to make your eyes hurt.

unknown number: for you to stop being careless.

you: you’re creepy, goodbye.

a response came so quickly it almost felt rehearsed.

unknown number: you let him leave through the front entrance

your stomach twisted.

no.

no, no. that wasn’t public. nobody knew jimin came here, nobody. the relationship had stayed hidden for months, painfully hidden in fact. private entrances, disguised schedules, strict staff, NDAS and barely any public outings, even friends knew almost nothing.

so how.. your mind immediately jumped somewhere ugly.

staff. someone from the company? paparazzi? but if it was paparazzi, why not sell the story? why text you?

buzz.

unknown number: thinking too hard.

you stopped breathing for a second, then another message.

unknown number: don’t start asking questions tomorrow.

your heartbeat thudded painfully against your ribs.

you: what are you talking about?

seen, but no response. the silence somehow felt worse. you swallowed hard and opened your contacts.

jimin ❤️

your thumb hovered over the call button. you should tell him, obviously, you should tell him. except, what if it was nothing? what if this was some bored creep fishing for a reaction? jimin already had enough to deal with. rehearsals, schedules and constant scrutiny. the last thing he needed was you spiraling over weird texts that might turn out to be some pathetic prank.

still… your eyes drifted toward the window.

good.

your stomach sank. you walked to the kitchen for water again, mostly to give yourself something normal to do, something grounding.

but halfway there;

buzz.

you looked immediately and regretted it instantly, because this time there was an image attached. your fingers suddenly felt numb as it loaded.

timestamped twenty three minutes ago. and there, unmistakably, jimin. head lowered, hands shoved in his pockets as he left your building. standing just a few feet behind him; you.

a message followed.

unknown number: you should really stop pretending this is private.

the next morning came too quickly. sleep had barely found you.

every creak in the apartment had sounded deliberate. every passing car downstairs had made your chest tighten. at some point around four in the morning, exhaustion won over paranoia, though not by much.

the messages had stopped, which somehow made it worse. you checked your phone the second your eyes opened. nothing.

no missed calls, no new texts. just silence. the unknown number sat at the top of your messages like something waiting. watching even. you almost blocked them three separate times while getting ready, but stopped yourself every time.

what if they texted again? what if they got angry if you blocked them?

what if.. you hated that you were already changing your behavior because of some stranger. by late morning, you found yourself sitting in the backseat of a car heading toward the hybe building. normally, seeing jimin during practice relaxed you. it was routine and familiar.

safe.

today, your knee bounced the entire ride. you checked the side mirrors too often, looked over your shoulder when people passed too close and kept glancing at your phone even though there was still nothing. the silence felt intentional now, like they knew it would drive you mad.

the moment you stepped inside the building, the familiar buzz of staff moving through hallways should’ve eased something in you. instead, it only made you more aware.

more people, more eyes. you caught yourself studying their faces.

security staff.

stylists.

employees walking past.

wondering; did you know? was it someone here?

“you okay?”

you nearly jumped out of your skin. jimin stood beside you, concern flickering across his face. his practice clothes hung loosely against him, hair slightly damp already despite barely starting. “yeah,” you answered too fast. his brows pulled together. “you sure?”

“just didn’t sleep much.” it wasn’t technically a lie. he didn’t look fully convinced, but practice was already starting again before he could push. “stay?” he asked quietly, his fingers lingering towards yours softly but not fully giving in to holding your hand.

you nodded. “yeah.” the smile he gave you usually made things lighter, but today, it only came with guilt because you almost told him, almost reached for your phone and showed him everything, but the image of last night resurfaced immediately.

the photo.

the texts.

''you should really stop pretending this is private.''

his career flashed through your mind. the headlines, speculations, panic, nonstop stress. he already carried enough weight on his shoulders, you at least could handle this by yourself.

probably.

during a short break, you found bts’ manager near the hallway outside the practice room. she noticed your expression almost instantly “everything okay?” the concern in her voice made something loosen in your chest.

you hesitated. then quietly, “can i ask you something?” ten minutes later, you sat across from her in one of the empty offices, phone in hand.

you explained everything; the texts, the photo, the comments about jimin leaving. you skipped over how badly it had actually scared you but she noticed anyway. her expression shifted from confusion to concern halfway through. “okay,” she said carefully, holding a hand out. “let me see the number.” you handed over your phone. she read through the messages silently. her mouth tightened slightly at the photo.

“first,” she said, calmer than you expected, “don’t panic.” easy for her to say. “people send weird things all the time,” she continued. “especially when idols are involved. sasaengs, trolls, people fishing for reactions.”

“but they knew...”

“i know,” she interrupted gently. “and i’m not saying ignore it.” she handed the phone back. “send me the number. i’ll have security look into it and see where it’s pinging from.” you blinked. “really?”

“of course.” she offered a reassuring smile. “that’s what they’re there for. we not only want to protect jimin, but you as well.” you exhaled slowly, realizing you’d been holding tension in your shoulders for hours. “for now,” she added, “try not to think too much into it, okay? don’t answer if they text again. let us handle it.”

some of the tightness in your chest eased. people who actually dealt with things like this were here to save the day. maybe it really was just some obsessive fan. maybe by tomorrow, they’d have answers.

by evening, jimin was finally done. the ride back to his place felt quieter than usual. your leg bounced absentmindedly in the passenger seat and you checked the rearview mirror twice. then again.

“hey.” his voice pulled you out of it. you looked over, but he was already watching you. “you’ve been acting weird lately.”

your stomach sank. “weird?” he nodded once, expression softening. “quiet.” a pause. “jumpy.” you forced a small laugh. “i told you. i didn’t sleep.”

“that all?” his voice lowered, like he already knew there was more.

for a second, you almost told him again, almost said someone’s been watching us, almost handed over the phone. but then you imagined the immediate fallout.

you looked out the window instead. “just stressed,” you said quietly. silence, then his hand reached over, resting lightly against your knee.

warm and steady. “you know you can tell me things, right?” guilt settled heavy in your chest. “i know.” outside, the city blurred past the window. your phone stayed silent in your pocket.

for the first time all day, that scared you more than the texts.

by the time you got to jimin’s place, the sky outside had turned dark. the familiar warmth of his apartment usually settled your nerves the second you stepped inside. tonight, it only softened the edges, barely.

dinner had been quiet. not awkward, never awkward, but quieter than usual. he talked about practice, a mistake one of the members kept making during choreography that had everyone laughing and something namjoon said earlier that sent half the room into chaos.

normally, you’d tease him, laugh, lean into the easy comfort of it all. instead, you caught yourself checking the reflection in the kitchen window, your phone, the hallway. but still nothing. no texts or calls, just waiting.

after dinner, you showered mostly because jimin gently insisted. “you look exhausted,” he’d said, brushing damp hair away from your face. “how about a hot shower?” you’d rolled your eyes, but listened anyway.

now, freshly changed into one of his hoodies, you sat curled up on the couch with a blanket draped over your legs. the television played something neither of you were really watching during dinner.

your phone sat face down on the coffee table. still, silent.

your gaze drifted toward the large windows overlooking the city. too dark to see much outside except mostly reflections. you hated reflections tonight. movement suddenly shifted behind you.

before you could process it, warm hands brushed lightly against your shoulders. you jumped so hard your breath caught. a sharp sound escaped you. jimin immediately pulled back.

“hey...” your chest heaved once. his expression changed instantly. “you seriously scared me,” you muttered too quickly. his brows pulled together, because that reaction had been too much, way too much. he stood there for a second before slowly walking around the couch, then sat beside you, close enough that your knees touched.

“okay.” his voice was calm. “what’s going on?”

you looked away. “nothing.”

“don’t do that. you’ve been weird all day.” your stomach tightened. “i’m just tired.” “you almost jumped out of your skin because i touched your shoulder.” silence.

the tv kept playing in the background, something meaningless neither of you paid attention to. jimin leaned back slightly, studying your face. “did something happen?” his voice softened. “did someone say something to you?”

you shook your head too quickly. “then what is it?” because he looked genuinely worried now. “you’ve barely slept. you keep checking over your shoulder. you’ve looked terrified every five minutes since this morning.” your throat tightened. you hated this.

hated that he noticed, hated that he cared enough to notice. “i just…” you stopped. because what were you supposed to say?

hey, someone’s stalking us and knows about our relationship?

your chest tightened again. “nothing,” you said quietly. “seriously.”

he exhaled through his nose and looked away for a second, then back at you. “you know what’s frustrating?” your eyes lifted. “when i can tell something’s wrong and you won’t let me help.” the guilt hit immediately. “jimin..”

“i care about you.” the words came softer now. “a lot.” his hand moved absently over yours where it rested against the blanket. “so yeah,” he continued quietly, “when you’re sitting here looking like something’s eating you alive and pretending everything’s fine…” he shook his head once. “i’m gonna worry.”

your chest hurt a little at that because you knew he meant it. you looked down at your intertwined hands. “i just didn’t wanna stress you out.” he frowned slightly. “you really think i’d rather watch you struggle by yourself?” silence stretched. “i’m serious,” he said quietly. “whatever it is.” his thumb brushed gently against your hand.

“you don’t have to carry things alone.” your eyes burned unexpectedly. “come here.” before you could protest, he gently pulled you against him. for the first time all day, your shoulders loosened slightly. his chin rested lightly against the top of your head.

“you scare me when you shut me out,” he admitted quietly.

“sorry.”

“don’t apologize.” he tilted your chin up just enough to look at you. “just trust me a little more.” the softness in his expression made something ache. your gaze flickered to his lips for half a second before looking away. apparently not fast enough because his mouth twitched slightly.

“there you are,” he murmured. “what?”

“you stopped looking terrified for five seconds.” you huffed out a quiet laugh. his hand lingered lightly against your cheek. “missed this today,” he said softly. you didn’t realize how close he’d gotten until your breath caught slightly. “missed you.” something in your chest melted a little.

you leaned forward before thinking too hard about it and his lips met yours easily. his hand slipped gently to the back of your neck, keeping you close as the kiss deepened slightly. the familiar comfort of being close enough to hear his quiet laugh when you finally relaxed against him.

“there,” he murmured softly against your forehead. “that’s better.”

his hands didn't leave you. one remained a warm, steady weight at the nape of your neck, fingers carding through the still damp strands of your hair, while the other traced a slow, deliberate path down your spine.

the path was familiar, a map he’d memorized, but tonight it felt different. each pass of his palm sent a shiver that had nothing to do with cold and everything to do with the slow, deliberate way he was erasing the fear that had clung to you all day.

you shifted, turning more fully into him on the couch, your knees bumping his. the blanket pooled around your waists, a forgotten tangle of fleece. his hoodie, his scent, the solid warmth of him, it was a fortress.

the silent phone on the table was just an object. here, there was only the soft light from the television flickering across his face and the intensity in his eyes as he pulled back just enough to look at you.

"jimin," you breathed, the name a quiet surrender. it was an apology and an invitation all at once.

he understood, he always did. his gaze dropped to your mouth, and the kiss that followed was nothing like the first one. the first had been a comfort, a reassurance. it was deeper, slower, his lips parting yours with a gentle insistence that stole the air from your lungs.

his tongue swept against yours, and the last of the tension in your shoulders finally, completely, gave way. you melted into him, your hands sliding up his chest to curl into the soft cotton of his shirt, holding on as if he were the only solid thing in a world that had felt unsteady all day.

he made a low sound in his throat, a hum of approval that vibrated through you. his hands grew bolder. the one on your back slipped lower, pressing you against him until there was no space left between your bodies. you could feel the hard lines of his chest, the steady beat of his heart against your own frantic rhythm. his other hand slid from your neck down your shoulder, his thumb hooking into the collar of the hoodie you wore; his hoodie.

he broke the kiss, his lips hovering just over yours, his breathing as ragged as your own. "this," he murmured, his voice a low, husky whisper that sent a jolt straight to your core. "is what i wanted all day." his fingers tightened on the collar, tugging it gently to the side, exposing the sensitive skin of your shoulder. his mouth followed the path, hot and open, pressing a kiss to your collarbone. "not the quiet dinner, not the tv." another kiss, higher, on the side of your neck. "this; just you."

your head fell back, a soft sigh escaping you as his teeth scraped lightly against your pulse point. your hips shifted instinctively, seeking friction, and you felt him, hard and ready, pressing against you through the layers of clothing. the realization sent a fresh wave of heat through you, a liquid warmth that pooled low in your belly.

"jimin," you said again, his name a plea this time.

he responded by lifting you, his hands gripping your waist as he effortlessly maneuvered you until you were straddling his lap. the new position was intoxicating. you were taller than him now, looking down into his dark, hungry eyes.

his hands roamed freely now, sliding from your waist up your sides, his thumbs brushing the undersides of your breasts through the soft fabric of the hoodie. you arched into his touch.

his hands found the hem of the hoodie and paused, his eyes searching yours. you answered by raising your arms, granting him permission. he peeled the fabric away from your body, his knuckles brushing against your skin. the cool air of the apartment hit your bare skin, raising goosebumps, but it was nothing compared to the heat in his gaze as he looked at you.

"so beautiful," he breathed, the words raw and honest. he leaned forward, his hands coming up to cup your breasts, his thumbs circling your nipples until they pebbled up. you gasped, your hands flying to his shoulders to steady yourself. he took one into his mouth, his tongue swirling around the peak before he sucked, gently at first, then harder. a sharp, pleasure pain shot through you, and you cried out, your fingers digging into his shoulders.

he lavished the same attention on the other side, his hands never still, mapping your body, relearning every curve as if it were the first time. his touch was both worship and possession, and you were lost in it, in him.

the world outside this couch, this apartment, and the fear of those texts had ceased to exist. there was only the wet heat of his mouth, the sure pressure of his hands, the growing ache between your legs.

you needed more.

your own hands began their own exploration, sliding down his chest to the hem of his shirt. you tugged it upward, and he broke away just long enough to pull it over his head, tossing it aside to join your hoodie on the floor. the sight of his bare chest, toned and smooth, made your mouth water.

you leaned down, pressing open mouthed kisses along his shoulder, tasting the salt of his skin. he shivered, his hands gripping your hips, pulling you down harder against his erection.

the friction was intense, a delicious tease that wasn't nearly enough. "jimin, please," you begged, rocking against him. "use your words," he demanded, his voice thick with desire, his eyes dark with a primal need that made your stomach clench. "you," you gasped. "all of you, please."

that was all the words he needed. with a strength that still took your breath away, he stood, lifting you with him. your legs wrapped instinctively around his waist as he carried you from the living room, his lips never leaving yours. he navigated the short hallway to his bedroom with practiced ease, kicking the door shut behind him.

the room was dark, except for the sliver of city light filtering through the blinds. he laid you down on his bed, the cool sheets a shock against your overheated skin. he followed you down, settling over you, his weight like a protective blanket.

his hands went to the button of your jeans, his fingers deftly undoing it before sliding the zipper down. he hooked his fingers into the waistband and tugged, pulling the shorts and your underwear down your legs in one smooth motion until you were completely bare before him.

he stood for a moment, just looking at you, his chest rising and falling with his harsh breaths. the raw hunger in his eyes made you feel powerful and wanted. he quickly shed his own pants and boxers, and then he was back over you, his body a perfect, heavy blanket of warm skin and muscle.

he kissed you again, deep and slow, as one hand slid down your body, his fingers tracing a path through your wet folds. you moaned into his mouth, your hips lifting off the bed, silently begging for more. he found your clit, circling it with a feather light touch that was almost torture. you whimpered, trying to force his hand to give you the pressure you craved, but he was in control.

"look at me," he commanded softly, and you forced your eyes open to meet his. "i've got you, i'm right here." and as he said the words, he slid one long finger inside you, then another, his thumb finally pressing down on your clit in a firm, circular rhythm.

the dual sensation was overwhelming. your back arched, a whimper tearing from your throat as pleasure, sharp and blinding, shot through you. he set a steady pace, his fingers pumping in and out of you, his thumb working its magic, building the tension higher and higher until you were quivering.

"that's it," he coaxed, his voice a low growl against your ear. "let go. let me feel you."

the tumble of pleasure in your belly snapped, and you came with a sharp cry, your body convulsing around his now wet fingers as waves of ecstasy washed over you. he didn't stop, drawing out your orgasm until you were completely drained.

only then did he withdraw his fingers, positioning himself between your legs. he looked down at you. he lined himself up with your entrance, pausing for a heartbeat, his eyes locked on yours. and then, with one slow, deep thrust, he was inside you.

the feeling was everything you needed. the fullness, the stretch, the intimate connection; it was everything. he began to move, his pace unhurried, his strokes long and deep. you wrapped your legs around his waist, meeting him thrust for thrust, your bodies moving together in a rhythm as old as time.

the kiss was messy, desperate, a clash of tongues and teeth. his hands were everywhere, gripping your hips, tangled in your hair, holding you close. the sounds of your lovemaking filled the quiet room, the slap of skin against skin, your soft cries, his low grunts of pleasure. it was raw and primal and utterly perfect.

you could feel another orgasm building, this one deeper, more intense. "jimin," you gasped, your nails raking down his back. "i'm close."

"cum with me," he growled, his pace quickening and his words were a lit match to gasoline. the rhythm he'd so carefully maintained shattered into something wilder, more desperate. his hips snapped against yours, each thrust harder, deeper, driving the breath from your lungs in ragged pants.

"jimin, jimin, jimin," you chanted his name like a prayer, your voice breaking on a sob of pleasure. your nails dug into the smooth skin of his back, leaving crescent moons as you tried to anchor yourself against the tidal wave of sensation.

he buried his face in the crook of your neck, his hot, damp breath fanning across your skin. you could feel the tension in every line of his body, the corded muscles in his arms and back straining with the effort of holding back, of waiting for you. "look at me," he commanded again, his voice a raw, guttural sound against your ear. "i want to see you."

it took every ounce of strength you had, but you forced your heavy eyelids open. his face was above yours, his brow furrowed in concentration, his lips parted, his eyes dark and burning with an intensity that seared you to your soul.

in that moment, you saw everything. the worry from earlier, the relief of having you back in his arms, the overwhelming love, and the raw, primal need that was consuming him both.

the world splintered. a white hot flash of pleasure erupted from your core, radiating outwards in a blinding wave that stole your sight and your breath. your entire body convulsed, a powerful, shuddering orgasm ripping through you with a force that left you trembling and crying out his name.

your inner walls clenched around him, a rhythmic, pulsing grip that pulled a deep, guttural groan from his chest.

"that's it, baby, that's it," he praised, his voice strained as he rode out your climax. he thrust into you once, twice more, his control finally snapping. with a hoarse cry of your name, he buried himself deep inside you, his body stiffening as he found his own release.

you felt the hot pulse of his climax as he poured himself into you, a final, intimate connection that left you both breathless.

for a long moment, the only sound in the room was your combined, ragged breathing, the frantic thrum of your heartbeats gradually slowing into a more practiced rhythm.

he collapsed against you, his full weight pressing you into the mattress, but you didn't mind. you welcomed it, wrapped your arms tighter around him, and held on.

he stayed inside you as he softened, neither of you willing to break the connection just yet. you pressed soft, open mouthed kisses to his shoulder, tasting the salt of his sweat, feeling the fine tremors that still ran through his body.

he shifted slightly, propping himself up on his elbows to look down at you, his hair a sweaty, disheveled mess falling into his eyes. he'd never looked more beautiful.

"hi," he whispered, a slow, satisfied smile spreading across his lips. a watery laugh escaped you. "hi yourself." he gently brushed a stray strand of hair away from your forehead, his touch infinitely tender. "you okay now?"

you nodded, your throat too tight to speak. the fear, the anxiety, the suffocating weight of the secret you'd been carrying; it was all gone.

he seemed to understand. he leaned down and kissed you, a soft, gentle kiss that was a stark contrast to the frantic passion from moments before. it was a kiss of comfort, of reassurance, of 'i've got you.'

as you marinated in the silence, jimin's warm body still pressed against you, a gentle buzz came from the living room. ''it's my phone'' you said, poking Jimin's face as you sat up. ''let me go grab it.''

jimin whined, holding onto your wrist. ''really, during aftercare? all men are the same.'' jimin said with a playful chuckle. ''it'll take two seconds.'' you reassured him, quickly making your way to the living room.

the apartment felt strangely quiet again the second you stepped away from him, too quiet. the warmth from moments ago still lingered against your skin, grounding you enough that, for the first time all day you almost felt normal.

almost.

your phone buzzed again against the coffee table before you could reach it. your stomach tightened. fuck.

something cold settled low in your chest because nobody really texted you this late, not anymore. not after everyone knew you were usually with jimin. you picked up the phone and your breath stopped.

three new messages.

the room suddenly felt smaller.

unknown number: finally.

your fingers went numb as another message loaded.

unknown number: you look much better when you stop worrying.

your stomach dropped so hard it almost hurt.

no, no.

your eyes drifted toward the dark windows stretching across the living room.

another buzz.

you physically flinched.

unknown number: he’s good at calming you down.

your heartbeat turned uneven as you stared at the screen, then at the window, then back. a sick feeling crawled up your spine because there was only one explanation for that; they knew what happened after you got home, they knew you’d been paranoid.

they knew...

your chest tightened painfully. you looked toward the hallway leading back to jimin’s room. say something, tell him. now.

buzz.

unknown number: don’t.

you froze. another message appeared immediately.

unknown number: i liked your evening better when it was just the two of you.

your mouth went dry. then, another text.

unknown number: go back to him. act normal.

footsteps sounded faintly from down the hall. “baby?” jimin’s voice. “you getting kidnapped by your phone out there?” your hand trembled slightly around it.

you looked down.

unknown number: smile before you walk back in.

you swallowed hard, because somehow that felt less like a suggestion and more like proof they could see you.

the next morning felt heavier, like something had shifted overnight once again. you barely slept, of course. every time your eyes closed, your mind replayed the messages.

you look much better when you stop worrying.

go back to him. act normal.

and even worse;

smile before you walk back in.

because they’d known, not guessed. known.

which meant one thing you still couldn’t make yourself fully accept; they were close, very close. you caught yourself checking windows before leaving jimin’s apartment. the parking garage, the mirrors in the elevator, faces lingering too long, phones pointed in your direction.

nothing looked wrong and yet everything looked wrong.

jimin noticed, of course. he always did. “you sure you’re okay?” he asked quietly during the drive. you forced a nod. “just tired again.” his expression said he didn’t buy it.

but practice started early, and neither of you had the energy for another conversation that danced around what you refused to tell him. by the time you reached the hybe building, your nerves sat painfully close to the surface. you settled into your usual spot watching practice.

music echoed through the room and the members joked between runs. jimin caught your eye once, offering a small smile that normally settled something in you. today, your phone stayed clenched in your hand.

silent.

about an hour in, the door opened and bts’ manager stepped inside. her expression immediately made your stomach drop. this was going to be serious, not the calm reassurance from yesterday.

she glanced toward you. “can i talk to you for a minute?” something cold settled in the center of your chest.

you stood immediately. the walk to her office felt too quiet. once the door shut behind you, she didn’t sit right away, which somehow made things worse. she placed a folder on her desk and crossed her arms then sighed. “okay,” she said carefully. “i’m not gonna sugarcoat this.”

your pulse picked up. “we looked into the number.”

an excruciatingly tense pause passed by slowly.

“it’s fake.” your stomach dropped. “fake?”

she nodded once. “burner routing and some sort of masked signal. whoever’s doing this knows how to cover their tracks.” the room suddenly felt too warm. “so you couldn’t find anything?”

“not yet.” not yet, not can’t. but still, her expression stayed tight. “this doesn’t look like random fan behavior anymore.” the words landed hard. “especially because of the timing,” she continued. “the photo, the details.”

you thought of last night instantly.

smile before you walk back in.

your throat tightened and the manager noticed immediately. “what?'' you looked away and hesitated. then quietly; “they texted again.” her posture straightened. “when?”

“last night.”

“what’d they say?” you unlocked your phone. your hands felt colder than they should. you handed the phone over. silence stretched as she read. once, then again. her jaw tightened.

especially as her eyes skimmed over; he’s good at calming you down.

she looked up slowly. “you were with jimin?” you nodded. “at his apartment.” “did anyone know?”

“no.”

“anyone at all?”

you thought. “no one.” her expression darkened slightly. “okay.”

the way she said it made your stomach twist. she was panicked, she displayed calculated concern, profressional concern. the kind that meant this had official crossed into dangerous territory.

she set your phone down carefully. “i’m escalating this.” your chest tightened. “what does that mean?”

“it means security’s involved already,” she said. “now I’m getting police involved too.” police. the word made everything feel suddenly real. “i also think we need to increase security around you.” you blinked. “me?”

“yes, you.” her tone softened slightly. “they’re focused on you. not him.” that somehow scared you more. “they’re watching your movements,” she continued. “tracking where you go. they know private details.”

a pause.

“which means either someone’s physically following you…” your stomach sank. “…or someone close to the situation knows more than they should.” your mind immediately spiraled. “listen to me,” she said, voice firmer now. “i need you to take this seriously.”

“I am.”

“no,” she said gently. “i mean very seriously.” that made you pause.

“do not go anywhere alone.” your pulse ticked up. “if they message again, don’t engage.” she slid a small business card across the desk. a direct number; security.

“call immediately if anything feels off.” then,“I think you should tell jimin.” the words came fast. “no.” Her brows lifted. “he’ll freak out.”

“he deserves to know.”

“he already stresses enough.”

“he cares about you.” she says softly. you looked down, because that was exactly the problem. she sighed quietly. “i’m not forcing you,” she said. “but secrets get dangerous in situations like this.” before you could respond a knock hit the office door, then opened before either of you answered. jimin; slightly sweaty, practice shirt sticking to him and concern already written across his face.

his eyes moved between both of you. “okay…” he looked at you first. “why does this feel serious?” the manager looked at you, waiting and giving you the choice. jimin frowned slightly.

“what’s going on?”

the room went quiet and your stomach dropped. because the way he was looking at you; confused, concerned, already worried, made you feel uneasy.

you looked at the manager but she didn’t say anything, just gave a small nod. your choice. your chest tightened. “can we…” your voice came out quieter than expected. “can we talk somewhere?” jimin’s expression shifted immediately more serious.

“yeah. of course.” he looked between you and the manager once more.“is everything okay?” you forced something close to a nod. “just… come with me.” the walk back to one of the smaller lounge rooms felt painfully long. jimin stayed close the entire time.

concern practically radiating off him now. the second the door shut behind you, he turned fully toward you. “okay,” he said carefully. “you’re scaring me a little.” guilt twisted in your stomach.

you looked down at your hands, suddenly unable to figure out how to start. “hey,” he said softer now. he stepped closer. “whatever it is, just tell me.” you swallowed hard. “someone’s been messaging me.”

pause. his brows furrowed slightly. “messaging you?” you nodded. “weird messages.” you pulled your phone out. your hands shook more than you wanted them to. “they know about us.” his expression changed instantly.

confusion, then concern, then something sharper. “what?”

you handed him the phone. you watched his face slowly shift as he read. the first messages, the photo, the details, then last night.

he’s good at calming you down.

his jaw tightened. he read the messages again, slower this time. “what the hell…” the room suddenly felt too small. “i didn’t wanna tell you,” you admitted quietly. “because i didn’t want you stressed and i thought maybe it was just some weird fan or..”

“why would you keep this to yourself?”

his voice wasn’t angry, just overwhelmed. “because i knew you’d react like this.”

“react like what?” he looked up quickly. “worried? obviously i’m worried.” your throat tightened. “they’re watching you,” he said, quieter now. “they know where you are.” you nodded once. “the manager said police are getting involved.” that made him go still. for a second, he just stared at the phone.

something unreadable crossed his face. “…jimin?” he looked up too fast. “have you…” you frowned.

“what?” he looked away briefly and ran a hand through his hair, then sighed. “i didn’t say anything because i thought it was nothing.” your pulse stopped. “what?”

his expression tightened. “i’ve been getting messages too.”

you stared at him, surely you’d heard him wrong. “…what?”

he unlocked his own phone and opened a message thread. there weren’t one or two messages. there were dozens. your chest tightened immediately. “why didn’t you tell me?” he laughed once, humorless. “same reason you didn’t.” he handed you the phone. your fingers felt numb.

unknown number: she looks prettier when she smiles.

another,

unknown number: you should stop sneaking around.

another,

unknown number: you’re getting careless.

your stomach twisted, then you reached one from last night. timestamped almost the exact same time as yours.

unknown number: don’t push her too hard. she’s already scared.

your blood ran cold because, they knew. they knew what conversation you’d had, what mood you were in.

another message, older, from two nights ago.

unknown number: protect her better.

you looked up slowly. “they’ve been messaging you this whole time?”

“not as much,” he said quietly. “i blocked the first number.” your stomach dropped. “first?”

he nodded once. “they changed numbers.” cold swept through you “why didn’t you tell security?”

“because i thought it was sasaeng behavior,” he admitted. “creepy, but…” he exhaled sharply. “this?” he gestured toward your phone. “this is different.” way different. the room went quiet again.

then, buzz.

both phones lit up at the exact same time. you froze. jimin went still beside you. slowly, you looked down.

same number, same message.

unknown number: there. honesty looks better on both of you.

jimin stood immediately, all softness gone. he was protective now. his jaw tightened. “okay,” he said quietly. “we’re done treating this like a joke.”

another buzz. you almost didn’t want to look, but you did anyway.

unknown number: good. now that you’re finally listening, are you ready to play my game?

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