Since I wasn't going to school anyway, and there was absolutely no way to change my moms mind, I decided to go back to sleep. Or at least I was, until my phone started ringing. Taehyung, it read.

"H-" I started before I was cut off. What was that about? Seriously. You don't call someone and then hang up before they even have the chance to answer. Taehyung would never hang up on me, maybe there was an emergency.

I decided to brush it off, knowing he'd call me back when he had the chance. I considered calling him back instead, then remembered that he was supposed to be in school. Its better to just wait.

I had the whole day to myself. I couldn't go anywhere with my friends, since they were all at school. Maybe my mom'll let me go outside for a walk. My face has calmed down, right?

Luckily enough, it had. I didn't want to spend the whole day locked inside, I walked into a café, seeing a few adults giving me weird looks. Probably since they thought I should've been at school like everyone else.

The only other person who even looked near my age was sitting in a corner, hood pulled far over his head. At least, I assumed he was my age, or even a he at all.

I ordered a chocolate milkshake and a donut. While I was waiting for my order, I noticed the stranger in the corner looking at me, then looking away quickly, going back to typing on his computer.

It wasn't long that I finished my food, since I was usually a fast eater and hadn't had a filling breakfast.

I walked out, around the same time that the stranger started gathering his stuff as well.

He's not gonna follow me is he? ...Nah, probably not.

I walked out, hearing the little bell jingle once again. I checked my watch. 7:23. It was still pretty early, and today was a nice cool day. I started heading toward the park.

The streets were pretty empty, and I felt calm and at peace. Happy.

The street was nearly empty now, most people should be at work or at school, but I wasn't. Well, I and one other person wasn't. I passed by a shop and in the reflection I saw who was following me briefly. It was the guy from the café.

I started to slightly panic. Who are you and why are you following me? I remember thinking. I'm being overdramatic. No way that anybody would be following me, I hoped not.

Thousands of ideas and theories flashed through my head. Stalker, rapist, molester...

Awful, horrible ideas that brought awful horrible memories.

Out of panic I rushed into a small bookstore, and of course, the stranger followed. My breathing sped up. I didn't want to leave the safe haven of the bookstore, where there were others around to help if something got out of hand.

To try and fit in with the other adults already there, already reading, I grabbed the nearest book I could find, which turned out to be a manga and quickly sat down. I flipped to the middle of the book and tried not to show any kind of worry or stress. I was gasping hard, and wouldn't be surprised if everybody there could hear my heart beating out of my chest.

Out of the corner of my eye I saw the stranger looking at me, his eyes covered with his black bangs, and hood still on his head.

He walked passed and went into the restroom.

I took it as my chance to escape while he was busy. I didn't even bother putting back the book. I left it there and rushed out quickly, running, not wanting to be caught.

I made it out of the bookstore and kept running. I don't remember where exactly, but I knew it would be better than being with the possible serial killer.

I quickly ducked behind a tree, realizing that I somehow ended up at the park. As I gasped for air I peeked from behind my hiding spot. The stranger was nowhere to be seen.

I leaned against the tree and tried to catch my breath. Relieved, I checked the time on my phone. 7:35. I had been running from that stalker for more than 10 minutes. Too scared to go home alone, I thought of anybody who would possibly pick me up with no valid reason. Just as I was about to go through my contacts, I realized I had 4 unread messages. From... An unknown number.

I started to type, because at the time, I wasn't worried at all about sounding rude.

I felt my heart slightly skip a beat. Trying to hold back my happiness, I replied to his text.

When my phone turned off and I looked at my reflection, I realized I was smiling like an idiot. I can't believe it. Jimin.

He's here. He's actually here. And to see me. My face felt warm and I put my phone away as I started to walk toward the tables. What was wrong with me? Just a couple minutes ago I was basically running for my life and now I'm so glad I get to see a friend. No. Not a friend. My first love.

When I was close to reaching the tables, I stopped in my tracks. My heart sank. My knees started trembling and I had a small panic attack. That was not Jimin. That was not Jimin...

Indeed , it wasn't. Instead of Jimin sitting at the tables there was the stranger that was following me for what seemed like an hour. I started to slowly retreat backwards, but unfortunately stepped on a twig with a loud snap!

The stranger/stalker looked back and my small panic attack grew slightly larger. There was no one around. If anything happened to me here, nobody would hear, nobody would know.

Jimin! Where are you? Please be close! I need you...

I didn't care who it was, someone, please be here. Please help me. Please. I don't want to go through this again...

I realized the stranger had stood up now, ready to follow if I tried to run. My eyes were watering from fear, my knees and now entire body were trembling. I was too scared to run, too scared to move or scream for help.

I tried slowly walking backwards, careful not to move too fast in case the stranger would attack at any second. Instead of making it slick, I tripped and fell over a large branch. I started silently crying as he approached me.

"No...," I whispered, "please...no." This time slightly louder.

He leaned over my body, touching my face with his cold hands. I kept crying, but I didn't fight. I was much too scared to even try. The memories came flooding through my head, making me cry harder, at the time, I couldn't see anything since my eyes were full of tears. Only the silhouette of the stranger leaning over me. Please... Anybody. Help. Please help me!

The strangers hands started to wipe away my tears. I was extremely scared, so much I might die of a heart attack. Or worse... But I couldn't help but feel that the strangers hands felt comforting and familiar. I shut my eyes harder. Disgusted that I even thought something like that. Suddenly, I heard an equally familiar voice.

"Jungkook, are you okay? Please stop crying..." I heard. Wow. I was such a coward I started to hear Jimin's voice comforting me, telling me everything was fine. It took all the courage I had to open my eyes and look at the stranger, who was still placed over my own body.

"J-jimin...?"

"Yes...?"

"Hey, am I gonna die here? Do I have to go through that again?"

"No. I absolutely forbid it."

"Then why..." I burst into tears again.

The strangers hands started to wipe my tears away again, then got off me and held out a hand. I still couldn't clearly see his face. Although I knew I shouldn't, I took his hand and stood up, still with watering eyes.

"Thank you," I couldn't help but whisper.

"Hey, Jungkook....Please don't cry, I didn't do anything bad did I?"

Huh?

I looked up at the stranger, and for the first time I clearly saw his face.

He took off his hood. I gasped, my eyes stopped crying and our eyes met.