Idols (Han Jisung X Reader) - Chapter 18: Chapter 18

Mio's POV,
We were greated by fans and fansites when we passed through the gateway of the airport. My left hand was wrapped around Jisung's right, leaving my right hand to hold onto my luggage. I bowed down to the people as we walked through with guards surrounding us.
"My manager will be here soon.." Jisung said as he checked his phone. "Are you hungry?"
I shook my head. "We just ate on the plane... Like a few minutes ago."
He chuckled and shrugged. We stood in front of the airport doors, waiting for our ride.
"JISUNG! MIO!" we heard fans cheer.
We both bursted into smiles and waved. The fans cheered louder, proud of the interaction. Suddenly, a strong wind blew against us, making me shiver.
Jisung noticed this and he started to take off his jacket. My hands flew around trying to stop Jisung from taking his jacket off.
"It's cold." He stated with pouted lips.
I chuckled. "Exactly why you should wear it." I said and slipped it back onto him, the loud cheers of the fans behind us.
Jisung sighed. "But let me atleast get you something warm." he said before laying his luggage down on the floor.
He took out an oversized orange hoodie, which I must say was really thick. I rolled my eyes and took it from him, slipping ut on me quickly.
The fans squealed, making Jisung and I look at my outfit.
If the sweater was oversized for Jisung, it would be a dress for me. No kidding, the sweater ended just above my knees, my fingers couldn't even reach the end of the sleeve.
Jisung laughed at the sight, taking out his phone to take a picture. I just pouted at the camera.
"OWO, so adorable..." Jisung giggled.
"Did you just say 'owo'?" I laughed, hugging myself against the cloth's fragrance.
He rolled his eyes, chuckling. A black van beeped, catching our attention. Jisung then grabbed my hand and started walking towards it, guards following us.
"Let's go home."
The girls pulled me to a bone crushing hug as soon as they saw me walk through the door.
"I missed my roomie!" Rachelle squealed as she wrapped her arms around my neck.
I chuckled. "Awww, I missed ya'll too."
"C'mon Rachelle, go and help her with her things." Chaemin said, pulling Rachelle away from me and pulling me to a quick tight hug.
She placed a peck on the top of my head. "I bet you're tired. Go clean up and sleep."
I smiled at her and bid my 'good-nights' to the others before walking to Rachelle and I's shared room.
There, I saw her unpacking my stuff. I sighed and rolled down to my bed. "Thanks Rache..." I huffed, yawning.
She sent me a smile, dropping my used clothes down the laundry basket. I stretched my arms on the bed, my bones cracking here and there.
My phone dinged. I smiled at the thought of Jisung. I reached for it from my back pocket and opened the message.
I frowned.
Unknown number
I see you're back home
Let's hang out soon yeah?
Rachelle noticed the distressed look on my face. "Is it the stalker?" she asked, worry and annoyance evident in her voice.
I nodded and sighed before heading towards the bathroom.
Here we go again.
I woke up the next day to find a lot of new messages from the stalker. You know what? Let's call him Bob.
Ok so, Bob sent me tons of messages. And I found it extremely creepy.
Bob
Hey sweetie
I cringed.
Bob
Let's meet up.
Let's run away together.
Come to the park at 11pm, tonight.
Don't tell anyone.
Or else....
I don't wanna do it but,
if you don't come, I will spread these pictures through the internet.
Pictures of me and Jisung in Paris. The kiss.
My eyes widened. Not only did he have a picture of the kiss, but also the time when I was laying down on the bed laughing as Jisung took of his shirt.
If you only saw the picture, you would think we were gonna do it. But the story behind that was that I was laughing to when he spilled my makeup cleanser on his white shirt. He took it off to change.
My eyes furrowed. My mind racing with thoughts of how much I want to strangle him. With a big huff, I threw my phone to the side and dipped my head to the pillow, brawling my eyes out.
The whole day I stayed inside my room, purposely locking Rachelle out.
"Please, Mio." I heard Sohyun call from the other side of the door. "Just eat dinner with us. You don't have to tell us anything."
"I'm not hungry." I said with a raspy voice.
I just didn't want them to see my red puffy eyes. My also red and stuffy nose. My swollen and pouty lips. I just didn't want them to worry.
But my stomach grumbled. I could imagine Sohyun rolling her eyes from the other side. "C'mon..." she beckoned.
I sighed as her footsteps faded, getting up from the bed and unlocking the door. I patted a little bit of face powder before walking to the kitchen, where everyone was waiting for my arrival.
"Please eat.." Chaemin smiled at me warmly and opened a seat.
"Thanks..." I mummbled and sat across from Chaeyoung. "And I'm sorry..."
Chaemin waved her hand. "Don't worry, but please eat. You don't have to tell us anything."
I nodded and began eating. "Butifyouwantyoucouldtelluscuswerealsocurious..." Rachelle said, actually like rapping before stuffing food in her mouth looking adorably innocent.
"Rachelle." Chaemin hissed.
"What?" she asked and raised her hands up.
I chuckled.
I fell asleep for a while, finally waking up at 10:48 pm. Everyone was asleep, so I quickly rushed outside making sure everyone didn't hear.
Or atleast I thought.
I reached the park in a few. And indeed, there was a man. What he wore surprised me. In most of the dramas, men like him would have worn an all black.
But instead he wore casual clothing like a normal guy. He looked like he was in his late 30s.
I stopped walking when I was 5 meters away. He turned to look at me.
Despite the handsome figure he had when he wasn't facing me, his face had blotches. He seemed like he had been doing drugs, due to his disgustingly red eyes.
He grinned, yellow teeth showing. I mentally slapped myself and cursed to the beauty goddess as to why she didn't bless this guy with atleast clean hair.
"There you are, princess." He said, taking very small steps towards me.
I wanted to puke. A bitter feeling flashed over me when he called me by the nickname Jisung calls me. It didn't feel the same. Instead of the butterflies, I felt disgust. Annoyance. Pity.
"Don't even." I said sternly, poison in my voice.
He didn't seem to care and grinned wider. "Why are you mad now? The moment you decided to step out of your dorm, you immediately left your life. To be with me."
I scrunched my brows together. "Why are you doing this?" I asked, tears pooling in my eyes.
"Because I love you, what else?" he answered.
I scoffed. "Because you love me?" I said with bitterness in my voice. "BULLSHIT."
He laughed hysterically. Was he crazy?
"Don't worry. I do. I really do." he said and walked towards me.
I flinched, still deciding whether I should beat the living gaylights out off him or run away. But I was too late.
The moment I snapped out of my thoughts, he had a firm grip on my shoulder. His smile becoming hella lot more wider. I wanted to yell at him. Yell for help. I wanted to run. To fight back.
But my body didn't move. Instead, tears fell down on my face.
He lifted a hand to my cheek, but I slapped it away. "Let go of me."
With that, his eyes turned dark. His grin faded away. He suddenly tightened his grip on my shoulder, pain shooting throughout my body.
"It hurts!" I cried.
Through the tears in my eyes I saw him raise a hand. I sobbed harder as I shut my eyes, preparing for the impact I was going to recieve.
"FREEZE!"
My eyes shot open as I looked to my left, cops running from different corners. Behind all of them, my group.
The girls.
I cried harder. The cops took the man away, whom had his arms and legs flying around, fighting back against the strong men.
The girls and my manager ran to me. pulling me in a tight, but comforting hug.
"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." I cried against their shoulder.
"No no! Don't be!" Chaemin said, the others crying on me. "All that matters is he is gone and you are safe, okay?"
"Okay." I answered. "But how did you guys know?"
Everyone looked at Rachelle. She looked at us with wide eyes before breaking into a goofy smile. "I may or may not have snooped through your messages.." she giggled.
"Thanks you." I said and pulled her back for a hug. Rachelle hummed in reply.
"Hold on. I'll call Jisung for you." Chaemin said, taking out her phone. I smiled at her thankfully.