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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...

You shoved your head further into your lone pillow as 'Died in Your Arms' by Cutting Crew plays on the overhead. While a classic, it yanks you out of your deep sleep, something you don't appreciate.

"Wakey, wakey everyone! Let's have a great-productive day, yeah?", Steve exclaims through the mic. Groaning you turn, facing the door to stretch before you decide to get up to start your day. Being mindful of your surgically inserted vial pack at the base of your spine, that Mark restocks on occasion, although it hasn’t caused you any problems so far.

Sliding your feet to the floor you hear others thudding past the door to your private room. Getting up you grab a change of clothes and go through your daily routine, which just consisted of a shower and taming your mane.

You've decided to hit the kitchen before you lounge in the commons, shutting the door you begin gliding through the halls passing your fellow inmates, and walking into the kitchen. "Hey, Angel~", Lizzy practically sings to you, finishing up the tray in front of her while dancing to her walkman. Jeff just nods your way whilst leaning against the island.

"Hey lovebirds~", you reply waving your hand slightly grabbing an hors d'oeuvre off of her tray. She gives you a look and for a moment you're not sure it's because of you taking the food before it's actually being served or calling them lovebirds.

Until she grabs the tray so you can't nab anymore and jokes, "We are not lovebirds. I mean how could we when we haven’t even named our fifth child yet? Hm?", with Jeff laughing out an accusatory, "Yeah!" You smile at the two walking back toward the arch of the kitchen shaking your head, off to the commons.

Picking back up into the book you were reading you suddenly are pulled into the thought of Jeff and Lizzy changing things around here, a good change of course, how they would be a nice couple.

You always assumed Rogan and Heather would end up being the starting couple of the compound, or the very very slim chance of him acknowledging Sarah because of her assuring him of her interest in him by openly flirting with him when she gets the chance.

Observing more so than 'taking action' you almost always noticed when you saw one- other than when we are needed for the trials Steve and Mark were running- there was also the other. A little jealous, you envied their relationship even though you could've cut yourself some slack because you were only admitted recently.

Yet you could argue that you've fit in well, with Heather inviting you to pick through her limited wardrobe or the 'girl talk' you engage in- really being about how Sarah sometimes shoots her nasty looks when she thinks Rogan isn't paying attention. Or when you help Lizzy out with the meals of the day, and Steve passes the halls to greet everyone but always seems to stop and get into in-depth convos with you. And gaining the moniker: Angel, amongst your ’crew’.

You jump out of your thoughts when feedback shoots from the overhead, Steve called, "Hey, uhh, can I have our Angel and my friend Jeff join us in our examination room, please?" Putting the book you ended up skimming back onto the end table, you stand moving your clothes back into place glancing across the room you lock eyes with tw-three? three people surprisingly.

First, Heather, she's smirking whilst giving you a thumbs up with the hand furthest from you as if to hide it. Next Sarah, giving you the look she primarily reserves for the former. And then an unreadable look from Rogan, furrowing your brow towards them he just turns back to his book, and you just shrug and maneuver your way out and towards the examination room.

Cracking open the formerly air-sealed door, you slide into the dark room spotting the cushioned yellow seats, and took the one furthest from the entrance, force of habit to keep an eye on your exits as per your previous 'experiences'. You make yourself comfortable before Abnes-Steve begins the trial for however long it may take, while you guess they are preparing in their observation bay in front of you.

After a few moments, your right ear perks to the sound of the door releasing its pressure and giving way to the new silhouette entering the room. Eyes adjusting to the room again after the brief exposure to the light in the halls, the figure you realize is Jeff sitting across from you also getting settled in his seat and waving his right hand in greeting, "Hey." "Hi.", you reply tucking back into yourself, eyes sweeping the room from being idle. Jeff suddenly shifts in his seat after seemingly lost in thought, looking into your eyes he opens his mouth to speak, "Uhm, hey Angel, do you want t-" but the sunroof begins pouring light into the room and he stops himself, looking toward the elevated room adjacent to you.

Turning back to your left, you notice the now-lit observation room with Mark and Steve sitting in a similar manner as Jeff and you. Moving toward the console and pressing a button speaking into the mic in front of him, Steve welcomes you with, "Thanks for coming in you two, how have you been feeling lately?" You pick up the left corner of your mouth before replying, "Just peachy. And you?" refraining from using either of his names because you'd always get conflicted when wanting to be casual yet respectful. Jeff grins at your response stating, "Great-good, things are going good."

Steve reclines in his seat pleased with your answers. "That's great! I mean awesome! So, uhm, Jeff! What are your thoughts on Angel here?" Slightly throwing his head back in shock he asks, "Ang-On Angel?" "Yes, Angel.", Steve affirms. "Right, uhm. They’re… I’m not sure how to describe them really. Just a nice, cool person I guess.”, Jeff gets out.

“Okay, uhm permission to administer B-15? Just to help you guys out a bit. Drip on?”, Steve echoes in the room. “Acknowledge.”, Admits Jeff. “Acknowledge.”, You voice, interested in Jeff’s take on you. From his desk Steve swipes a dial on his phone, activating the Verbaluce vial in your body packs also known as the drug B-15. “Alright Jeff, Angel. Please continue.”, he tells you both as he sits upright to focus on your responses. Jeff shifts on his sofa before saying, “Angel is a helpful, charismatic, admirable person.” “Jeff”, You start as he turns his attention to you. “..Is a nice, caring, and understanding guy.” After a moment of surprisingly not awkward eye contact, you two are met with silence. Facing the oversized bay window, you stare wondering what’s taking them.

A few more moments pass and Jeff clears his throat into the still of the room. With an inhale he calls out, “Hey uhm…” You break your stare, ”Yeah?” answering him. He sighs deeply, “Let’s talk later.” Tensing you pause before speaking, “Okay.”

What could it be about? Does he need help with something? Maybe advice with Liz? Or to get something off his chest? Hm… Why are they taking so lo- “Alright, thanks you guys, that’ll be all.” “That’s it?”, you question to yourself as you hear a sigh of relief to your right.

Jeff pats the arm of the chair before standing, then turns to the door and hastily makes it out of the room. Standing to do pretty much the same, you give a quick wave and are on your way. You start to the commons to actually finish your book this time, but Jeff wanting to talk and not being sure what it’s about is already racking your mind so you b-line to the dorms.

Picking up the pace you almost crash into what you presumed to be another attendee of the establishment, but the close-fitting grey slacks lead you to think otherwise. Meeting blue hues and already fixing an apology on your tongue you’re cut short with a raised hand. “I’m sorr-“ “Don’t bother, you were obviously in a rush and I stopped you my apologies. Don’t worry, I won’t hold you this time.”, Steve grins at you, expressing his sympathies. “Uhm, what was that about?”, you ask. “You mean…”, he drags off placing his hands on his waist, unsure of the question. “Oh, the trial I mean.”, explaining to him you notice someone standing just behind him, Jeff. He throws his head to the side as to tell you to follow him in a secluded section in the hall, leaning on the wall behind him. Eyes flickering back to the man in front of you to catch what he was telling you, “ .. yeah, just a quick routine trial for B-15.” “Oh okay, well I’m gonna go now.” Holding up both hands he sends you off, “By all means.”

Walking around him you slip in the small benched area and sit across from Jeff. Waiting for either the two of you to banish the quiet, you twiddle your thumbs and his eyes jump from the floor to your shoes.

Abruptly sitting upright he face’s you and works his way to the topic of conversation, “Usually I don’t even bother with things like this.” You shift, giving him attention to the best of your ability. “I don’t ever really need to because I normally don’t care but uh.. Do you not like me? Or something?” Unwillingly your face scrunches up in disbelief, mind running a mile a minute as you say, “Why would you think that?” He tilts back until his head hits the wall behind him. “Well, I just thought that whenever you, Liz, and I are around each other you see your way out.”, he admits shrugging.

Your arms cross so fast and the change in your facial expression almost gives him whiplash when you tell him, “That’s because I want to give you lovebirds some space. I know how much you like each other.” “Oh yeah? What about that time I went to ask Heather and at the same time you just so happened to really want her to try the quiche you made?” Recalling when you had to stand with her over a trash can, offering her water often as she tried to clear her throat of the quiche you almost choked her with. Averting your line of sight from him you feel your face start to heat up while you reply, “It was good quiche okay? Nothing wrong with sharing. Besides who wouldn’t like you?”

Just as he arches his brow about to retaliate you stop him laughing, “Besides Rogan.” Taking his turn to twist his face up, he bursts out in laughter gesturing to himself and where you entered the space, “You really think me and Lizzy? Sure..”

Taking a pause before continuing, “Angel I don’t like Liz, not in the way you’re thinking of anyway. I like you.” “Oh… Really?” “Definitely.”, he shuffles closer to you. “So are we doing this?”, and you to him. “Yeah, we are.” You both lean into each other, lips just brushing against one another.

Hearing multiple sets of feet and a bunch of ‘Wow!’s and ’Whoa!’s, your head whips to face Heather, Rogan, Lizzy, Sarah, and Dave? Eating a drumstick? Of course, he’s eating it’s Dave we’re talking about. “So this is where you’ve been hiding.”

You chuckle and glance at Jeff only to catch him looking back at you in the same position, and quickly turn back to the group. Smiling, Jeff does the same. “So... what’s everybody doing here? Not that I mind your presence.”, you quickly add. Dave only waves you off with his chicken and a shrug of understanding. Heather places her hands on her hips and with a roll of her eyes tells you, “Well nosey here couldn’t believe Liz when she came and told us that he was gonna ask you out, and Sarah just invited herself.”

Nodding in belief, Jeff points his question toward the only unspoken person here, “And Dave?” Lizzy shifts her weight from one hip to the other before explaining, “I told him I’d let him pick what we’re having for lunch for next week if he could sniff you out.” Sarah and Rogan chuckle over the bribe Dave brought himself in.

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