Stalker | D.O. + EXO

Kyungsoo is sitting on the sofa at four-thirty in the morning, eyes bloodshot and drooping, shoulders sore from keeping him upright for so many hours. This entire case has gotten him wound up, and it has gotten to the point where he has become extremely skittish, jumping at almost any loud sound. He tries his best to pour his soul into the interviews and the comeback, but he is finding it difficult to find energy. So, he stretches for the nth time and breathes out deeply, worried about what may come in the mail- or what may happen instead. He shakes his head, ridding himself of all of those thoughts and ruffling his already messy hair. About a couple hours later and it is seven, and his eyes have drooped just enough that he feels himself succumbing to the fatigue...then the door bangs open and Chanyeol makes his way into the living room, startling the man on the couch trying to sleep.
"Morning." Kyungsoo mumbles, huffing out a breath before hauling his tired limbs off of the couch. Chanyeol storms from the living room into the kitchen just before the other, ranting quietly to himself about something.

A few minutes later, all of the boys are downstairs and at the table, a few drinking tea and coffee while Sehun and Baekhyun drink orange juice. Yixing notices how tired Kyungsoo is, and makes a coffee for him, sitting it just in front of him.
"Jesus, how many hours of sleep did you get?" He asks, everybody else now paying attention. Kyungsoo looks down, playing with the ring of his mug while trying to deter the others from staring.
"I didn't." Kyungsoo answers, exhausted eyes finally gazing up into Yixing's. The older swipes a hand over his face.
"We've got practice today and you aren't allowed to stay at home. I'll ask our choreographer to let you sleep for a while, alright?" Minseok asks, offering a soft smile. The others look about in confusion. Why hasn't Kyungsoo slept? Why were the others being so understanding? What is keeping him awake at night? Jongin thinks that this is all too suspicious, especially when he heard about his fellow band member being addressed a letter which was thrown through the window. He squints his eyes as he wracks his brain.
"I'm gonna start getting ready, I'm finished." He says, stacking his dishes at the side of the sink and leaving the kitchen.

He jogs into his shared room, closes the door and begins going through his friend's drawers.
"It must be in here somewhere. He talked about other letters!" Jongin mutters lowly to himself. His hands flail through the older's drawers, shoving the neatly folded clothes into a jumbled mess. There is nothing in the first drawer, nor the second, third or fourth. He huffs in frustration as he slams the drawers shut. He moves over to the low bunk and tears apart the bed sheets, looking for the sheets of paper. He moves the mattress and tears off the pillow case. Nothing. Jongin straightens his back before strolling over to Kyungsoo's wardrobe. He checks the pocket of each pair of jeans, of all of the hoodies and the shirts.
"Finally!" Jongin gasps quietly, finding a few slips of paper in one of the inner pockets of a jacket that the older rarely wears. He tucks them into the pocket of his sweats, grabs the clothes he's going to change into and heads to the bathroom to shower. He reads the letters quickly but finds that he regrets looking for them. He switches on the shower before getting changed, buying himself time to skim over the content of the pieces of paper.
"What kind of twisted shit is this?" He cusses beneath his breath, the noise of the shower blocking out his voice as he continues to read. His eyes widen as he reads the threats. Ultimately, he is scared and hurt. Scared because his best friend has a dangerous stalker, and hurt because said best friend didn't bother coming to him to inform him of what is going on. This is a massive secret to hide. And yet, Kyungsoo didn't go to him for help, but to Junmyeon, Minseok and Yixing. Jongin feels his blood boil in betrayal. His lip trembles in anger as he gets undressed to go into the shower.

As soon as he is changed and steps out of the shower, he walks into his shared room to see his supposed best friend tearing through his closet.
"Where are they?!" Kyungsoo grunts, panicked hands searching through the pockets of his jacket, then searching along the floor. As he straightens up and turns round, he jumps and yelps as he sees Jongin standing there, glaring at the shorter. Jongin pulls out the letters and throws them at his bandmate's feet.
"Looking for these?" He sneers, eyes narrowing even further as he almost snarls. "I thought that you could confide in me, trust me. But it seems as if you didn't see me at all. I'm here for you Kyungsoo, and yet you've made me feel like complete and utter shit. How could you hide something from me?! Especially something like this?! You've changed, you've changed and you've become a person that I don't recognise." Jongin growls, stepping forward to point a finger into the other's chest.
"So you read them? You tore my drawers apart, went through my bed and then checked through my wardrobe to find out my secret. I applaud you, actually. But obviously you didn't stop to think about how I've felt. Do you know how many nights this has kept me awake, left me wondering if I should continue keeping this to myself? Do you?! No. No you don't know. You don't know, Jongin, and that's why you have no right to be saying the things that you have. These letters, these letters have made me feel like complete and utter shit, so don't start." Kyungsoo raises his voice, tired orbs looking the younger angrily in the eyes.
"So it's my fault then? It's my fault that you stupidly decided to keep all of this a secret and suffer in silence?! That's so fucking stupid, you know to come to us for anything, anything. And yet you didn't. The rest of us aren't good enough for you, are we? No, we aren't. I'm sleeping in Sehun's room tonight." Jongin pivots on his heel, grabbing his bag and swiftly leaving the room, leaving the other standing there in shock, a flimsy friendship resting on his shoulders as well as potentially the lives of his friends not to mention everything else. He can feel his walls crumbling, but he continues free falling- having no control. It's all becoming too much, and he doesn't know how to deal with it. So he shuts his bedroom door, sweeps up the papers and tucks them away somewhere safer. Then he settles into an unoccupied corner of the room and hugs his knees to his chest on the floor. How will he fix everything? He has no time to think about this now, because Sehun's voice breaks the silence and he calls Jongin and Kyungsoo down the stairs to go to their dance practice. It is times like these that he wishes that he wasn't an idol.

Hi guys, I hope that you've enjoyed this chapter and I promise to update soon. I love you all and I hope that you have all had an amazing day/sleep. ❤️🍪

Date: Wednesday 10th October 2018
Word Count: 1265