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Stalking was his expertise. He did it nearly everyday to his desire. Do-shik didn't have inspiration he just did it to fulfill his need. Didn't have a mentor, nor got paid. Just his drive. In fact he could have only a week of 'work' to tell someone all about themselves.

But this victim was different, everything about them was different. The way that the light hits their warm eyes, and how at night how they become larger than life even with her spectacles. How their hair always flows just right. Their smile shining brighter than anything in it's presence. Skin glowing against any of the atmospheres obstacles. And their scent.. It's nearly seared into his mind.

Once he'd followed up on you he finally decided that it was time to bring home. So after your shift-you worked a double today he remembered from your calendar- he walked down with you towards the area you live in. Well not with you, more like a few feet behind you in a crowd as not get you to feel him on top of you.

What he didn't account for was you shooting into the nearby alleyway the crowd had been passing.

Peeking around the corner, you tap against the glass of the needle and stalk behind him. Once you fell in stride with him you go in for the kill, and as he stiffens you slip under his arm as his body fails him. Do-shik looks up from the strangers shoulder in his grasp but his vision gets hazy as the affects settle in. As you watch his eyes fall shut you smirk slowly widens, "Don't you worry baby, I'm right here..." And you just bend forward and hoist him a little higher on your shoulders and head back toward his van.

When Do-shik comes to he has a minor ache that he blinks away. All he notices is the tension he feels on his arms and legs. The shuffling he does only adds a new weight at his hips, and a new scent too. Freezing at the fragrance wafting in the air, his vision finally clear, the street lamps from outside shone in between his seats lighting up you. For a moment his hearts slows, unsure if it's from finally having you or realizing he's the position you should be in.

"I'll admit the one in the crowd you were following was just divine timing." You tell him, your smile competing with the various blades, knives, and saws glinting behind your head. He tugs at the rope binding each wrist to the far ends of the van under the front seats and attached to the rear doors. While you're too busy stroking up and down his chest, admiring him, as you straddle his waist he kicks his feet for any leeway. Only to move up slightly closer to the front seat of the car and you hop up to follow him, "Where are you going?"

Hand planted next to his head you lean in, his gaze connected with yours, "Don't you want me?", you question him with the same borderline creepy- his former interest in you conflicting his thoughts- smile.

"You know I really enjoyed you watching me from afar." "Although.. you should've come closer." "We could've shared my tteobokki, or you could visit me more while i was at work.." "I thought it was good at first to let you grab it when i turned away when you were next to me but when you didn't I figure I'd leave it at the stand and sit with my co-workers instead." "I had hoped you'd wear this one but i spritzed them all just in case..", playing with the edge of his collar.

His eyes flashing with scenes from days past rushing to the front of his mind: when he almost met your hand when trying to nab your phone from the counter, watching you practically skip to sit with your friends with your food, had found your workplace on your wallpaper and easily swiped through your unlocked phone that following night, dressed in his best suit and fixed his hair to what he thought you'd might be keen to just outside your cubicle while conversing-well being praised by your co-workers for being your hero after returning your phone to you the next day, when he first passed you while stalking down someone else and catching your scent...

He meets your eyes gazing into him so lovingly.. You sigh, "...finally."

You start pulling apart his patterned shirt, leaning down to kiss him. Starting slowly pecking and gradually building as he reciprocates it starin-watching to see what you do next. Pulling away slightly to sliding down to grind against him, inching your skirt higher and higher up your legs. Finally getting it over your thighs you pull it up on your waist. Continuing to grind, Do-shik stares down your panties which are starting to bleed through his jeans as your hands slide up his abdomen, bringing his shirt with them. You start unbuttoning your work blouse and stop just under the band of your bra, areola's almost spilling over the cups. Grabbing his buckle your eyes snap up to his through your lenses, “Are you ready?”, with a cheeky laugh. Once it’s unbuckled, he’s surprised at how quickly you snatch his belt out of the waist band and put it aside.

Hearing a distinct wail outside you pull away with a whine, "Sorry honey, just give me a moment I'll be right back." You work your way off of him pulling your skirt down just enough to hide your panties and turn to face his blades lining the roof. Not seeing what you want you turn to your left grabbing his briefcase he'd riffled through not long ago. Giving him a quick smile you open the door stepping out and pull a hatchet from his bag and make your way to the alleyway to handle some.. unfinished business. Do-shik having thought about his predicament looks around and takes it as his chance at springing from his tied chains, crawls toward the door on all fours and holds his stance, waiting...

Do-Shik having a hold of your blouse rips you inside of the van leaving one of your heels on the pavement, startled you didn't know where to put your hands but that didn't matter as he made sure he had a hold of you pulling you into a passionate kiss. While he has you straddling him, he pulls your panties aside and begins reaching in between your thighs but you stop him and unbutton his pants. Unzipping his jeans you help him pull them down before he pulls his member from his boxer. His right gripping in between your waist and thigh with his left locked into your hair as he groans, thrusting up, and up and up, getting you both closer and closer.. You caress his nape, head tossed back with crooked frames.

You relish in the contrast of the cold chain from the cuff hanging from his wrist on your leg and the heat you're making together as your grind into one another.

He lifts his head from marking your neck, dragging his hand down to your neck to finger at them and catches your lips in a smoldering kiss. He pulls away, assuring eye contact, smiles asking you, " ..You feel so good, are you almost there?" You nod, but he raises his brow expecting a verbal answer. And as you begin to respond both hands hug your waist, he shoves his face into your chest and starts thrusting even faster than your previous pace simultaneously forcing you up and down his member.

Grasping at his patterned shirt you choke out but ultimately fall in a moan, "I-I'm.." Finishing on him, he continues to use you while you lie limp over his shoulder. His final thrusts pulling moans from you both when he holds you to him as he finishes inside you.

Catching your breath Do-shik just lies back on the floor of the van with you. He let's out a chuckle at how tired he is considering he does just as strenuous things while 'working'. You just watch him, leaving pecks and rubbing your fingers along his collarbone. Facing you he kisses your forehead before falling into slumber, with the final feeling of you caressing his cheek.

Hearing car horns, birds chirping, and the murmur of people on the streets is what wakes up Do-shik, as opposed to the natural daylight beaming through the windshield. Putting his hands over the steering wheel he tries to console his tired eyes. Suddenly his eyes shoot open realizing he's in the front seat, "What the-", he starts looking around. He's still in his clothes from last night, but only when he sits back against his seat he spots it.

A yellow sticky note with red ink.

Snatching it from his rearview mirror his eyes jut back and forth processing the words on the paper, leaning forward looking up through his windshield to see his own complex in front of him then looking side to side through the windows as if he would see you...