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World tours were always so much fun,
being blessed enough to travel from one country to another, the time spent learning about the different cultures and their inhabitants, but the biggest reward of the said world tours were the best time they were granted to spend with their fans..
It was always so refreshing to walk out of an airport to see the sea of fans who were waiting to greet them, it made his heart swell with fond and pride, fond of the thousands of little birds who loved them and the pride of being one of the people who were able to bring breathtaking smiles on to their faces..
But it was also tiring most of the time, when certain fans broke through the barriers, allowing hundreds, if not thousands of people to swarm them when they were exhausted and only wanted to retreat back to the safety of their own home..
It was one such day when they had returned after the final tour, eager to get back home, eyes, mind and heads tired and exhausted from months of none stop performing..
The airport staff had pulled Jaebeom, Mark and their managers aside the moment they had gotten out of the plane, leaving the five boys waiting and leaning on each other for much needed support while they watched the expressions on their hyungs’ faces change from tired to concerned to one of slight worry. The set of them walked back towards the group, motioning them to gather around as they stared at their leader’s face,
“Listen, there is way too many fans out there and the security had to physically remove four people about thirty minutes ago. Unfortunately we have to walk through them so let’s have Mark hyung between Jackson and myself, Youngjae between Gyeomie and Bam and Jinyoung between Bam and Seunghoon hyung. Walk in a line and stick close to each other and keep your heads down. Clear?”
Jinyoung felt the tell tale signs of uneasiness settling down in his stomach as he was pushed between Bambam and the manager, worry began to seep through at the sight of the gigantic crowd that had been formed right out side the arrival gates but with a shaky sigh and a comforting pat on the shoulder from their manager, Jinyoung began to quite literally squeeze through the tiniest of paths they were given to get out of the airport.
What was an actual five minutes felt like an hour, pushing through the tight mass of people as they were roughly pushed and pulled even through the tough human barrier made by the security around them. Just as they reached the entrance of the airport, Jinyoung’s ears perked up hearing a loud screech of his name. While they were trained and focused to ignore the screaming, the repeated words from a man that was running towards them instantly made him go pale and frozen,
“Your home is so pretty Jinyoungie!!”
The idol froze, if, for a mili second, just as the man thrusted his hands out, one aimed at their manager which had sent the man staggering back a few steps while the other roughly wrapped around his own thin arms, panic flared up through his entire system as he yelped in shock, struggling to pull his arm away from the man who was evidently twice his size as he desperately tried to get his members attention.
But then a strong push from the same side had sent him stumbling and falling in to the middle of hundreds of screaming fans, he pulled his arms up to shield his face and to curl up as much as he could on the floor just as he saw Bambam screaming his name, which was enough to garner the attention of his other bandmates and their panicked staff.
There were hands grabbing at his arms, legs, face and his hair, Jinyoung didn’t know how long it took before he felt several pairs of strong arms wrenched him off the merciless hands and lifted him off the floor and the next thing he knew was being shoved into a set of familiar hands and the sound of the insistent screaming from the outside instantly died down,
He was still covering his face and a gentle touch on his shoulder sent him violently flinching, moving impossibly closer to the warmth of the person holding him close to their chest,
“Nyoungie? Hey, hey it’s okay. You’re with us it’s okay”
Jackson’s soothing voice drifted through his hazy mind as the said male gently moved his arms away from his face. That seemed to snap him out of his trance as he blinked owlishly, slowly looking around to take in each of his members as he racked his eyes up and down to make sure none of them were hurt,
He was being held in the safety of Mark’s arms with Jackson and Jaebeom sitting on each side of them,
“You okay?”
Jinyoung only nodded in response to Jaebeom’s question, watching the man silently as he very gently took his arm in his, pressing a small tissue
on to a bleeding gash on his arm.
“It’s fine hyung. I’m fine”
He pushed the male away, settling down to sit next to his eldest hyung, mind slowly drifting to the words he heard earlier.
“Absolutely not! Nothing about that was okay! You could’ve gotten seriously hurt Jinyoung!”
Jackson was right, he knew that. But more than worrying about what could have happened, his mind kept wandering off to that one sentence that made him halt in the first place,
But the fans always said things like that and he genuinely hoped that there was actually no chance of someone getting into his house.. he let out a sigh as he felt his arm being pulled out once again, but decided to keep his mouth shut when he saw the stern look that planted itself on his leader’s face as well as the other members,
“Jinyoung hyung, please let Jaebeom hyung clean the wound. What if it gets infected?”
The big doe eyes and the pout that accompanied his youngest member was what convinced him to leave his arm to JB as he let his eyes fall shut.. eventually pulling him into a sleep..
—
A gentle tug on his hoodie snapped him out of his sleepy trance,
“Hyung wake up, we’re here”
Bambam spoke as he helped the elder to slowly get out of the car, mindful of the now bandaged arm. While the rest of the boys bid farewell to their manager and almost bolted inside the dorm, Jinyoung took his own time to carefully step in to the house, the taunting words still ringing loudly in his head. Once inside, the group stood still for a few minutes, taking in the familiar scent of home before they began to tread towards their own bedrooms,
“Let’s shower and unpack first. Rest if you want to and may be let’s get something to eat later?”
A few murmurs and nods of agreements rattled through the room as they made their way up. Thankfully, Jinyoung had his own room while the others were paired up and he stopped right in front of his door, hand resting on top of the door knob..
A few minutes later, Jinyoung mustered up the courage to open the door and head inside, the exhaustion of the day heavier than the creeped out feeling that weighed heavy in his heart, but the moment he stepped inside, the air around the room shifted into something much colder and his eyes automatically settled onto the small paper that laid on top of his neatly folded covers.
A gasp caught in his throat, the young male walked over to his bed with shaky legs, heart dropping further and further down in his stomach as he got closer,
It was a note, written in what he thought was blood..
The strong smell and the discoloured pigment of the writing only confirmed what it was and a hand immediately went up to cover his nose from the offending smell, as if to prevent himself from gagging,
After a few seconds, the mustered up the courage to pick it up, wide, teary eyes staring at the words that seemed to be crawling up his body. Just then, something on one of the walls caught his attention from the corner of his eyes,
The letter fell from his hands as a ear piercing scream tore through the room…
Seconds passed and the door to his room slammed open as six bodies barged in, four of them running towards him as they knelt down next to him, something which he didn’t even remember doing, while the members began grasping him wherever they could,
“Jinyoung hyung! What happened?! Are you okay?!”
“Jinyoung!”
A rough shake to his shoulder brought him back to reality as he pointed a shaky finger towards the wall, where the words “I love you” were written in large block letters, and this time, there was not even a shadow of a doubt about what was used to write the message on the wall,
Jinyoung instinctively curled into Yugyeom’s embrace as the younger gripped him harder, and he heard Jaebeom and Mark cursing in anger before the two eldest members quickly jumped into action,
“Yugyeom, Bam, Youngjae, take Jinyoung to your room. Jackson call manager hyung and ask him to get here. Now!”
Before he was being hauled to his feet, Jinyoung quietly tugged on Yugyeom’s shirt,
“Yugyeom-ah… there’s.. there’s one more..”
His voice was barely above a whisper, but the sharp inhale from the terrified younger man notified him that he got his message across,
“One more what hyung? Can you show us?”
The way his youngest friend addressed him definitely made him feel like he was the younger out of the two, but he couldn’t deny the safety net that seemed to drape itself all over him whenever they were around. Instead of speaking, he simply pointed a finger in the direction of the discarded letter, taking in the way Jaebeom’s chin began to stick out, the way Mark and Jackson both immediately stood in front of him to cover him from seeing the letter again.
The simple words “you belong with me” were written on the said note, but it was enough to creep him out even more so than any other time after hearing what the man at the airport had said.
Wordlessly he let the younger members escort him out of the room, where he was made to sit on the bed as they told him to stay put until they came back..
Alone, his mind began to walk in different directions from the time he had heard the man yelling at him, to them coming home to find out that someone had indeed broken into his room. He felt lost, not having experienced any of the occurrences before, he wondered if other idols who went through the same thing were this scared or was he simply overreacting?..
—
The sound of a door creaking open woke him up from his short nap, confusion written all over his face as he sat up in what realized as Yugyeom’s bed, the said male walked in with the rest of his bandmates in tow,
“Jinyoungie hyung, we spoke to manager hyung and the cops took whatever they needed to find who it was. How are you feeling?”
Honestly, he should’ve been relieved, relieved that the managers and the police was involved and that they would get to the bottom of it. But in the back of his mind, he’s heard way too many stories about sasaeng fans to the point where he knew he had to keep his guard up.
“I’m fine i guess.. just a little shaken up”
It was Mark who had come to sit next to him, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder,
“Do you want to room with one of us for a while?”
And god did he want to room with someone so badly. The thought of being alone in his own room by himself was nerve wrecking but he knew that the other rooms were much smaller than his and they were all exhausted from the months long world tour and neither did he want to unnecessarily worry his bandmates.
“It’s okay hyung. I’ll sleep there. Thank you for taking care of it for me. I’m just gonna go head to the shower and get some sleep. I’ll see you guys later.”
His legs were still shaky when he got up, and he did his best to ignore the several glances of concern that was sent his way as he slowly left the room.
—
Things were so quiet and peaceful for the next few days. Three days after the incident of someone breaking in to his room, the police had contacted them to let them know that they could not find any finger prints nor DNA in any of the things they had removed from his room. When inquired about the blood, they had only confirmed to them that it was indeed animal blood.
Jinyoung, much like he guessed wasn’t allowed to leave the dorm by himself even if it was to run a simple errand. Whenever he needed to step out, one or two of the members always stuck to his side like glue and as much as it annoyed him to a certain level, he knew that some of them, especially Jackson and Youngjae personally knew what obsessive fans could be like. But still he pushed the thought of a possible obsessive fan out of his head as they continued to rest until the time came for them to get back to work.
The morning was a rush of yelling and pushing past one another as they all ran to get ready to head to the company for a meeting regarding their next album. One of the perks Jinyoung had with getting his own room, was the attached bathroom that came with it. He made a quick shower, getting dressed in a pair of black skinny jeans and a hoodie, he picked up his phone, clicking it open as he walked down the stairs, only abruptly coming to a stop when he reached the bottom of the stairs as he stared wide eyed at the new message that had appeared on his screen,
“You’re so pretty Jinyoungie. I love you”
Once again, his breath got stuck in his throat, the grip on his phone got tighter and tighter until he felt someone roughly shaking him back and forth to get his attention,
“Hyung? Everything okay?”
The male in question numbly shook his head, not trusting himself to words as he silently passed his phone off to who happened to be Youngjae as he let his now startled leader to lead him over to the couch.
“What the hell?! How did they even get access to your personal number?!”
Jaebeom’s angry tone had already gotten the attention of the rest of their members as well as the manager as they all huddled together while their manager finally pulled out his phone,
“Give me Jinyoung’s phone and go get in the car and wait for me”
His voice held a tone of finality where they could not argue with him. As shocked as he was, Jinyoung was finally pulled out of his trance when he felt the couch dip on either side of him,
“Jinyoungie, don’t worry, manager hyung will look into it yeah?”
Mark’s words were meant to comfort him, and yet he could only shake his head in resignation,
“Mark hyung, first it was the guy at the airport, then someone broke into my room and left that mess and now this? What if things get more serious? What if one of you guys end up getting hurt?”
The familiar scent of Jackson’s perfume immediately engulfed him as the man on his other side threw his arms around him, bringing him impossibly closer into a cuddle and Jinyoung, seeking the warmth and his usual safety blanket, automatically leaned in, placing his head on Jackson’s shoulder letting his friend rub his hands up and down his sides,
“Nyoungie, stop that. If things get more serious, we will still be here to protect you. Manager hyung will be here to protect you. I promise you none of us are going to get hurt. Okay?”
Jinyoung hoped, that none of his friends would get hurt in any degree because of some fan who did not respect their boundaries..
—
The meeting was as smooth as ever with them leaving the talking and negotiating to the two oldest members who no one in the company wanted to cross, not when they were known for their sharp anger. But things slowly started going downhill for them when they had made their way over to the dance practices and Jinyoung, for the life of him could not stay focused.
The gnawing feeling in his gut was rapidly eating away at him the more he kept thinking about the fact that someone had broken into his room, into his safe place and violated his walls with a bloody message,
“Jinyoung! Where is your head today come on!”
He snapped out of his own head at the choreographer’s stern voice, staring at the floor guiltily when he noticed that all his other members were already tired from all the times they had to redo the choreography because he ended up missing cues.
“Sorry hyung. My head is not in the right place today”
The young male ignored the sudden looks of concern from his bandmates,
“Jinyoung, we need to get the moves right because we need to film this tomorrow. How can we do that if your head is not here?”
The man’s voice was much softer this time around and Jinyoung hoped that he would not get in trouble with his bandmates for what he planned to say next,
“I know hyung. I’ll stay back and practice tonight I promise”
A plethora of objections rained in from all around the room but in his mind, Jinyoung was not about to screw up at work for any reason.
“Jinyoung! Are you out of your mind? You’re not staying here alone at night!”
“Hyung no. Just no. That’s a bad idea”
“Park gae, absolutely not. We were told not to leave you alone and you want to spend the night in the company by yourself?”
He let all their objections fly in before raising his hand to make them all quiet,
“It won’t take a long time and I can get the moves right if it is quiet around. What if you guys just go get food or something and when I’m done you can pick me up?”
It was JB who gave in first and he suspected that was because despite them being best friends and brothers, JB also had the mountain of a responsibility of being the leader of the group,
“You get one hour Jinyoung. One”
So they compromised and made it two hours before the members left because Jaebeom was nothing more than a big softie when it came to Jinyoung and the latter knew that.
One hour into him practicing, the unusual chill was back and it was swirling past him this time. He felt safe inside the building as he knew that the main doors require either a password or a finger print and not many people knew what the passwords were either. But the sudden change in the air was starting to make him think otherwise,
True to his feelings, the lights in the studio suddenly went off rendering him in the darkness and his heart fell deep down knowing that it definitely wasn’t a good sign. The entire building was plunged into darkness as the slowly yet cautiously made his way out of the room. Opening the door, the young idol stepped out into the hallway with his phone clutched in his hand in a death grip and with a rapidly beating heart,
dread growing stronger and stronger as he decided to call out to see if anyone was left in the building but when he turned to go back to the safety of the practice room, but felt that his soul left his body when he saw the silhouette of a man standing right outside the door, he stood frozen for a few minutes, alarms blaring in his head and kicking him into survival mode when the man began running towards him,
Jinyoung didn’t and couldn’t think as he turned on his heel and darted away in the opposite direction like a bat out of hell, with the lights missing, he could not see which direction he was running in, his brain only took account of the fact there was indeed a man chasing him and that he was screeching his name,
Panic settled in his lungs when the footsteps grew closer and closer and suddenly his arm was being grabbed and tugged, which only made him cry out in panic as he desperately tried to pull his arm back but instead he tripped over his own leg as he sent both of them sprawling across the floor,
The arm that was pulling at his own wrapped around his ankle, pulling him back towards the man as he kicked at him while scrambling to get off the floor,
“Jinyoung please! Please let me talk to you! I love you so much why can’t you see that!”
As soon as the words left his mouth, Jinyoung immediately knew it was the same guy from the airport, which only made his panic and fear go up several notches as he screamed at the man while using all his strength to kick at him,
“Let go!”
Soon enough the man let go with a pained cry as he kicked at his face, and he scrambled to his feet and ran up the stairs while frantically pulling out his phone and dialling the first number he thought of from the back of his mind,
Behind him, he could hear an angry “you little shit” before the footsteps began again and Jinyoung shoved himself inside the first open closet he found,
Unknown to him the call had already been connected as the the voice on the other side of the line was yelling his name, with violently shaking hands, the raven haired male pushed the phone to his ear,
“Bam-bam.. bammie please-please help please please please he-he he’s here please please ple-“
His shushed ranting got cut short as the door to the closet slammed open and the phone was ripped out of his hand. A hand roughly fisted his hair as he was unceremoniously yanked out of the tiny space,
“You fucking brat! Do you know how long I waited to talk to you?”
but thankfully Jinyoung managed to twist himself out of the unforgiving grip as he began running again. Absentmindedly his legs had carried him to the rooftop of the building and with a sudden coldness he realised that he had nowhere to run anymore,
The door slammed open once again and he found himself turning around as the bulky man in front of him moved closer and closer as he matched the steps taking two steps back,
“Please what do you want from me?!”
He didn’t recognise his own fear filled voice,
“You! I want you! I spent years! Years coming into every concert, every fan meeting but not once you looked at me!”
He shook his head with tears beginning to run down his face, but what he didn’t notice was the fact that the man in front of him had inched closer while he had moved too far back towards the ledge of the rooftop and with a stunned mind, his foot hit the ledge at the same time when a hand reached out to grab at him,
Time seemed to stop as Jinyoung found himself falling backwards, a silent cry leaving his lips as he felt the air hit hard and he heard several voices screaming his name,
He slid his eyes shut so tight as he desperately tried to grab on to something to block his fall but suddenly there were more than two sets of hands gripping his arms, his shirt and wherever they could reach and he was no longer falling as he was lifted off the ledge and on to the cold cement floor and instantly he was surrounded by very familiar scents and voices,
“Hey hey hey you’re okay! You’re okay we got you I promise! Jinyoung look at me, hey look at me!”
He didn’t know that he was crying until a pair of hands cupped his face on either side and lifted his face up to blearily see Jackson and Mark sitting next to him with Bambam and Youngjae on his other side,
“Jackson hyung! He-he..”
Without further words, he was tugged forward in to Jackson’s warm chest where he found the rapidly beating heart to be so calm,
“I know, i know Nyoungie. It’s okay. We got you”
Behind him, he could hear the commotion of his leader and their youngest member yelling in angry voices, but the moment he tried to move away to see what was happening behind him, Bambam’s hand on the back of his neck tightened and he was blocked from whatever was happening behind him,
Few minutes later, he was violently ripped out of Jackson’s hold and brought into Jaebeom’s embrace, and Yugyeom’s arms wrapped around them both in comfort,
“I’m so sorry! I’m so sorry we left you alone! Are you okay?”
Jinyoung only managed to nod his head shakily, snuggling more into the familiar warm chest as he let the other members wrap their hands around him,
“Let’s get you guys home. Two of the managers will stay back until JYP PD-nim gets here with the cops. But for now let’s just get Jinyoung home. You guys can have this week off”
Immense relief flooded his body as he was gently pushed into the middle of the group as they started walking back down,
Whatever may come, Jinyoung knew with certainty that his brothers would always be there to protect him.. and that was more than enough for him to be able to look at each day as a fresh new day..