Stalker | D.O. + EXO

Kyungsoo swallows the lump in his throat as he walks into the kitchen. Only a part of him knows why he is so nervous. The police officer offers a small smile while encouraging him to sit down, where another constable sits across from him, pen in his hand and a notepad resting open in front of him.
"What happened this evening?" The man asks, clicking his pen and getting ready to write. Kyungsoo takes a deep breath.
"We were all sleeping. Then I was woken up by this really loud bang. I ran down stairs and was first to arrive to the kitchen where the window had been smashed. I saw the person running in the street and chased after them- probably not the best decision looking back on it. They made it to the far side of the street where the turn is and got into a white van, then the van pulled away. So I started walking back to the house when the van started following me. I was running for my life back to the house but the van just kept speeding up. Then they went past." Kyungsoo finishes, gaze still down on the table as he tries to remember the events in order.
"Alright. Now with you all being idols, this isn't the first time this sort of thing has happened, but do you think that it is related to any of the other cases?" The female officer asks, tilting her head slightly as she holds her mug of coffee. Kyungsoo slowly nods his head.
"It started a few months ago, only two of the others know. We went to a fan meet, and there was this person who refused to speak to me. They wrote down on a sheet of paper that I shouldn't ask questions because they would get me into trouble." The male officer finishes his note then nods encouragingly.
"Some time after that, I received a letter from somebody known as '42'. They stated that they had things under control and were part of the 'IPP'. I still don't know what that is. About a week or something later, I went to the store to get some snacks since we were watching movies. I felt like I was being followed by something but shrugged it off- I didn't see anybody. But on the way back, this tall man chased me all the way to the dorm." 

After finishing telling the two officers everything, they sighed and looked at each other.
"We will get back to you if anything happens. What we can do, is we can look further into this case but until there is a suspect, then we can't do much. I'm sorry." The man says, bowing his head. Kyungsoo stutters at this.
"W-what? There were no prints or anything left behind? Can't you run some kind of test on these papers? They must've touched someone's hands at some point!"
"Now, now, sir. Please remain calm. We will do the best we can to find a suspect, however you will have to be patient." The woman says, gently pushing the young idol back into his seat. He bows his head in apology. He leaves the kitchen, still shaken from the event and now it is almost five in the morning. Jongdae has spoken with their manager to tell him that they aren't able to make it to practice this morning due to damage that somebody had done to the dorm. The manager was very understanding and granted them two days of recovery leave. When everybody finally managed to get back to sleep for a few hours, a hubbub of fists knocking into their door and people shouting questions and introducing themselves were outside. Jongin opens his eyes and takes a peak outside. He groans audibly.
"Soo! Kyungsoo!" He says into the older's ear. He yanks the covers from his best friend who is trying to sleep and gets him up. They quickly throw on a pair of jeans and a hoodie before brushing their teeth and hair, then sprint downstairs. The two nod to each other before opening the door and stepping outside- hopefully their manager will be here soon. A microphone is thrust into Kyungsoo's face and he immediately feels uncomfortable since he doesn't like public speaking.
"What happened last night? How did  your kitchen window get broken?" A Seoul News presenter shouts over the crowd of bustling people.
"Uh n-no comment." He stutters, feeling cold sweat drip down his back. His fingers feel clammy and his chest feels a little tight, but he deals with these feelings all the time so he knows how to handle them. Luckily Jongin takes the microphone from his hands, the younger's left hand grasping the older's shoulder for a brief moment of comfort. Many reporters and photographers are gathered at their door and neighbours stand on the street to see what all of the commotion is about.

Jongin speaks into the microphone and flicks his gaze across all of the cameras, speaking to all of the news agencies at the one time.
"We do not wish to share the events that occurred last night, nor do we wish to share details. We want to be left in the comfort of our own home so please step off of our lawn and drive back to work- there is nothing to be seen here." With that he hands back the microphone, grabs Kyungsoo's arm, pulls both of them back into the house and slams the door shut.
"Thank you, Jongin." Kyungsoo says, wiping his hands on his jeans. Jongin nods and heads upstairs to wake everybody else up. Kyungsoo walks into the living room and slumps down onto the sofa, cradling his head in his hands.
"What am I going to do? What are they going to do?" He asks himself many questions, but he cannot answer a single one of them. Who knows what is going to happen now, what with the stalking and the damage done to their residence. What do these people want and how far are they willing to go to get it?

Hi guys, just a short chapter today, I'm sorry. I think that I have been quite lazy where my fics are concerned, so I am going to make up a program to follow. This story will be updated every Thursday, unless I inform you guys otherwise. This is because I think that I kind of produce content whenever I feel like it and I feel like I'm letting you guys down. So, this is what I'm going to do. I love you all and thank you so much for your support. I love each and every one of you and I hope that you've all had a fantastic day ❤️🍪

Date: Saturday, 29th September 2018

Word Count: 1141