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Nothing is more annoying than being woken up at 5:30 o’clock in the morning, on a free day, by multiple dings coming from his phone. Minhyuk deeply regrets not silencing his phone before he fell asleep last night. He can hear Changkyun from the top bunk telling him to turn his phone off.
Groaning quietly, Minhyuk turns to grab his phone, immediately silencing it. Turning down the brightness after blinding himself, he all but glares at the offending device. His half asleep brain doesn’t comprehend the texts he’s reading until about 45 seconds later.
Sitting up, eyes wide in panic, Minhyuk clutches his phone as his, staring at it in disbelief. There are 13 texts from an unknown number, starting as innocent, but getting increasingly disturbing.
Hi doll!
I can’t believe I finally got your number.
I LOVE YOU SO SO SO MUCH
You and I are meant to be together, I just know it baby
You’re mine doll, just like I’m yours!
Why aren’t you answering me?
It’s almost six! You should be up for practice
Are you actually ignoring me?
Or are you just being lazy?
ANSWER ME
Doll, this is making me angry
I know this is your number so ANSWER
You’ll regret not answering me
Pushing down the nausea that rises from reading the texts, he immediately blocks the number. I should probably tell the others about this. He immediately thinks about this being their first free day in months. He shakes his head in frustration. They don’t need to be bothered with this on their day off. I can handle it. You blocked the number, so just move on.
Knowing he won’t be able to fall asleep again, Minhyuk begrudgingly slides out from underneath his warm covers. Shivering as his feet come in contact with the cold floor, he makes his way to the bathroom. Splashing water on his face to help wake himself up, he groans loudly before wiping his face dry and exiting the bathroom.
As he makes his way back to his bedroom, he realizes how quiet the normally loud dorm is. Everyone is asleep dummy. Something you should be doing too.
Deciding to do something productive with all his pent up anxiety caused by the texts, he decides to head to the company to practice some dances. As quietly as possible, to not wake up Changkyun, he dresses in sweats, a tank top and a mask before putting his shoes on. Grabbing his bag and phone charger, he starts the hour walk to the company.
Putting headphones in, he groans when he looks at his phone, realizing that he must have forgot to plug in his phone last night to charge since it’s only at five percent. Damn, no music for me I guess.
Halfway through his walk, he can’t shake the feeling that he’s being watched. Those texts really messed with your mind. Just forget about them. Nothing is gonna happen.
How wrong he was.
He makes it to the company without incident (other than feeling like he was being watched the entire time). As he’s making his way past the front desk, he pauses when he sees a propped up card, with his name on it, sitting on the desk.
Swallowing down his fear, he shuffles over to the desk, looking around him as he does to see if he can see anyone that would have left it, not seeing anyone. It’s seven o’clock in the morning on a Saturday. Of course no one would be here.
With shaking hands, he picks up the pink envelope, sliding the card out of its place. The card is a typical one you’d see around this time of year (Valentine’s Day is approaching fast).
Opening the card, he feels his blood run cold when he starts reading the sloppy handwriting;
It’s only four days until Valentine’s Day my doll! I’ve been planning this for months. I just want you to know how much I love you. I came across this poem recent that perfectly describes how I feel for you;
I want to cut your name in half with a scalpel,
join the first to mine;
stitch the second into the sleeve of my sweater.
I want to wear you like skin,
hold you hard against me
while I think up a checklist
of the things I would surrender.
I am more you than I am myself these days,
more you than you;
I see what you see,
when you look at me,
my own eyes looking back
Isn’t it lovely? It’s a poem written by Lang Leav about obsession. I’m not afraid to admit that I’m so obsessed with you Lee Minhyuk, my lovely doll. Will you please be my valentine?
Feeling sick, Minhyuk crumbles up the card and all but runs to their practice room. I need to call Hyunwoo. I can’t keep this from them. Running into the room, he slams the door behind him, breathing heavily. Turning around to face the mirror, Minhyuk screams when he sees at least five dozen dead
roses laying around the practice room. Their personal practice room that no one should have access to.
On the mirror, he sees, ‘Be my valentine, Doll? written in, what he hopes, is red paint.
Choking back a sob, he runs out of the room and heads towards the bathroom. Locking himself in, he pulls out his phone to call his leader.
BANG BANG BANG
Dropping his phone in surprise, Minhyuk screams in terror and swears he feels his soul leave his body when he hears three loud consecutive bangs come from the bathroom door. Clutching his hand over his heart, willing it to calm down, he mentally gives himself a pat on the back for remembering to lock it. He slowly makes his way to the door,
“H-hello?” he asks, cursing himself quietly when his voice cracks. Willing back tears, he tries again, “I don’t know who this is but this isn’t funny anymore! Please just leave me alone!”
No reply.
After a couple minutes of not hearing anything, Minhyuks grips the doorknob and takes a deep breath, mentally preparing himself for what he might find on the other side of the door. Don’t open the door. DO NOT open the door. Ignoring his own thoughts, he cracks open the door slowly. This is why you’d be the first to die in horror movies.
Peeking out, Minhyuk wishes he listened to himself. He sees a large stuffed dog sitting right in front of the door. Dyed red stuffing is falling out from cuts all around the dogs. The head is ripped off and sitting next to the body. The eyes of the stuffed animal are ripped out.
He hears a loud male giggle from the end of the hall.
Without looking towards the sound, he slams the door shut and relocks it. Fully sobbing by this point, he slides to the floor before crawling over to his discarded phone. As quickly as his shaking hands allow, he presses his hyungs contact and brings the phone to his ear.
Pick up. Pick up. PLEASE pick up.
After the fifth ring, he sobs more in relief when he hears his hyungs groggy, half-asleep voice. “Minhyuk, why the hell are you calling me at 7:30 in the morning from your bedroom?”
Minhyuk just lets out a loud sob into the phone.
Sounding wide awake after hearing his brother sobbing into the phone, Hyunwoo asks more urgently, “Baby, what’s wrong? Minhyuk, baby, talk to me, what’s wrong? Where are you?” He hears shuffling on the other end of the phone; tale-tell signs of his leader rushing out of bed.
“H-hyung he-help m-m-me. I-i’m s-s-so s-sca-ared-” taking a deep breath to calm himself down, he backtracks, “I was woken up this morning by texts from an unknown number. They were creepy but I just blocked the number. I couldn’t go back to bed so I decided to go to the company to work off some of my anxiety from the texts. I-I get here and there’s a card on the front desk counter with a poem about how they're obsessed with me. There are dozens of dead roses on the floor of the practice room. I ran to the bathroom, but they’re here with me. They put a ripped up stuffed dog outside the door. I hear them hyung. I heard their giggle.” he can’t hold back the sobs any longer, “please help me hyung! Please! I’m trapped in the bathroom. I’m so scared”.
“Baby listen to me, I’m gonna be there as quick as I can. I’m going to bring everyone. I don’t want anyone to be by themselves right now. We’re coming to get you baby, don’t worry, okay? We’ll protect you. Just stay on the phone with me, okay precious?”
After receiving a quiet confirmation from the distraught boy on the other line, Hyunwoo rushes to wake the other members, not having to say more than “Minhyuk is in trouble” for them to scramble out of bed. In less than five minutes, all six boys are in the car, on their way to their brother. As Hyunwoo explains the situation to the rest of them, Hoseok talks to Minhyuk to try and keep him calm. Halfway through the ride, the line cuts out. They can all hear as Hoseok screams into the phone for Minhyuk, all of their fear, anger, worry intensifying.
When he hears his hyungs voice suddenly cut off, he pulls the phone from his ear, seeing that it finally died. He screams in frustration and it takes everything in him not to throw his phone across the bathroom.
He hears another giggle right outside the door.
“LEAVE ME ALONE!! JUST STAY THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME!”
The giggling cuts off, replaced by a dark malculine voice, “you’re gonna regret this Doll”. The man laughs darkly before he hears the sound of him running down the hall.
Sliding into the corner farthest from the door, he wraps his arms around his legs and pushes his face into his knees as he continues to sob, rocking gently to try to calm himself.
After what feels like an eternity (but was really only 10 minutes), he hears the loud voices of his brothers. Scrambling towards the door, he unlocks it and throws himself at his leader, clinging to him as tightly as possible.
None of them knew what to say. They all saw the crumpled up card; they passed the rose covered practice; the ripped up stuffed dog was still in front of the bathroom. Hyunwoo’s quiet voice cuts through all their thoughts, “let’s go back to the dorm. I’ll call the manager when we get there.”
Hearing sounds of agreement, Hyunwoo picks up Minhyuk who just wraps his legs around the leader's waist and tightens his arms around his neck. Making their way back to the car, Kihyun moves to open the passenger door when he pauses, something in the seat catching his eye.
Scrunching his eyebrows in confusion, he reaches in and pulls out a huge package of chocolates. There are gasps from all around; Minhyuk looks distraught. “What the hell is wrong with this guy?!” Changkyun exclaims as Kihyun moves out of the way for Hyunwoo to place Minhyuk into the car. When the boy is settled, Kihyun looks back at the chocolate, shakes his head and throws the chocolate to the ground. Everyone screams and scrambles into the car when the chocolate opens and at least 10 tarantulas crawl out.
“WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH THIS DUDE?!!” Jooheon screeches as he jumps into the car.
Everyone's nerves are shaken as they make their way back to the dorm. The ride is silent except for Minhyuk’s quiet sniffles and small whimpers. He keeps his head down, afraid to even look outside at this point.
20 minutes later, everyone is exiting the vehicle; Minhyuk declining Hyunwoo’s offer to carry him. Making their way through the building, they all stop short when they see a large package in front of their door.
Fury rises in Minhyuk as he angrily marches to the box, his members right behind them, ignoring their sounds of complaints.
Ripping open the box, it takes everything in him not to throw up from the fear coursing through his entire being. He vaguely hears his members cursing behind him. The first thing that Minhyuk's saw was the baby pink lacy lingerie set. Next was the assortment of ‘toys’; collars, leashes, whips, paddles, dildos and some ‘toys’ that just looked like torture devices.
Jooheon yanks him away from the box and into the dorm. Hyungwon quickly closes the box and brings it inside, placing it by the door so no one outside sees what’s in the box.
Even now we still need to think about our image. He thinks bitterly.
He’s on his way to the living room when he hears loud exclaims of fear from Minhyuk, Changkyun and Jooheon. The remaining four quickly make their way to the boys. All three are standing just outside of Minhyuk and Changkyun’s shared room. Looking inside, everything seems normal except for the black ring sitting on Minhyuk’s red pillow case.
Swallowing his fear, Minhyuk gets a sense of deja vu as he makes his way to yet another box sent by this psycho. For something so small, it’s causing so much terror. Picking up the box, he looks back at the members before taking a deep breath and opening the box. He yells and throws the box, jumping away from it when he sees a diamond engagement ring on what, he really hopes, is a fake finger.
Minhyuk feels like his whole world is collapsing. “He knows where we live. He got into the dorm! He was in our room!” He looks at them with wide, panicking eyes as he lowers his voice to a whisper. “What if he’s still here?”
As if on cue, a large figure shoots out from the closet. Before anyone can react, the man pushes Jooheon and Changkyun out of the doorway before slamming it and locking it, leaving Minhyuk alone with the man.
Bangs on the door and screams can be heard from the members as the man turns to Minhyuk with a predatory grin. “Hi doll, it’s so good to finally have you to myself. My name is Ilsung, but you can call me daddy.”
Ilsung makes his way to the terrified boy in front of him. He invades the boy's space and pulls Minhyuk flush against his body. The feeling of being touched seems to snap the boy out of his shock as he screams and starts clawing at the man’s face.
“GET AWAY FROM ME!” He keeps pushing and hitting the man holding his hips in a bruising grip. This makes the psycho in front of him angry.
“Stop fucking struggling doll or you really won’t like what happens.”
Minhyuk brings a knee up, landing a hard hit to Ilsung’s crotch. Groaning and leaning over in pain, his grip on Minhyuk loosens; the boy quickly shakes the man off and runs to the door, screaming for his members who are still pounding on the door.
Before he can reach the door, he feels a sharp pain in his skull as Ilsung latches onto his hair; yanking the flailing boy to him, he back hands Minhyuk across the face. If not for the grips he has on Minhyuk's hair, said boy would be on the ground.
Ilsung grips Minhyuk's neck with his free hand, squeezing tightly, as he brings the boy’s face close to his. A sinister smirk stretching across his features, “you really fucked up” he whispers before throwing Minhyuk onto the bed.
Minhyuk coughs loudly as he’s able to breathe again; he backs away from Ilsung, terror clear in his eyes. “P-please don’t hurt me”
“You should have thought of that Doll before you started hitting me,” Ilsung says before punching Minhyuk in the face. Minhyuk's entire body whipped to the side, hitting his head on the wall.
Black dots appear in the boy's vision as Ilsung climbs on top of him. He feels breath on his ear as Ilsung leans over, “you’re all mine doll”, he hears before his air is cut off and he feels hands sliding under his shirt. A painful kiss is forced against Minhyuk’s mouth. His head is pounding from the lack of oxygen; the man’s large hand easily choking the smaller boy under him. He can feel his consciousness leaving him.
This is how I die.
Suddenly he hears a loud crash before the wait on top of him is gone and he can feel sweet oxygen entering his lungs again.
Coughing and taking deep breaths, he looks around him. He sees Hyunwoo and Hoseok beating the man unconscious. Kihyun and Jooheon are in front of him, trying to get his attention.
He focuses his attention on them before he bursts into tears and leaps on them, hugging them both tightly. “Thank you, thank you, thank you so much for saving me” he whimpers into Jooheon’s shoulder.
Changkyun and Hyungwon burst into the room with their manager and multiple cops and paramedics.
He doesn’t pay attention to any of them right now, the only thing he can focus on is the soothing words that Kihyun and Jooheon are telling him. He focuses on their warm, gentle touches. Soon, he feels multiple other sets of arms wrapping him in a huge group hug as he continues to sob.
With them surrounding him, he knows that he’s going to be okay. It may take a while, but he knows that he will be okay as long as he has his members, his friends, his brothers with him.