promise // bae joohyun

6

A few weeks later...

Y/N's POV
Thankfully, I have been able to get some peace and quiet time due to the controversy getting less attention from the media now. I look around, seeing no paparazzi or any media-related things near me. I smile to myself, feeling safe for the first time in many days.

Or so I thought for a while.

Suddenly, my phone screen lit up and I slowly grab it, curious on what the notification is.

unknown ; haha, you think this is over?

I breathe out a shaky breath, immediately remembering all the text messages that this person has sent me.

y/n ; leave me alone or i'm reporting you to the police

unknown ; hah, stupid girl. you only have this as proof. you don't even know me in real life. how are they going to catch me if they don't have a single clue of who i am?

I cursed under my breath. I stood up to look around me, trying to spot anyone who looked suspicious.

y/n ; listen, the controversy already died down. what else do you want from me?

unknown ; i know that you've been in contact with Joohyun. what did i tell you before?

So they really did know...

I let out a small cry, thinking about what will happen to me. After all those threats and disturbing messages, I really thought I was going to die soon. I started running back to my apartment, fearing for my safety. As I got to the complex, I rush to my apartment door, opening it as quickly as I can. The moment I got inside, I closed the door as quickly as I can.

Standing hopelessly against the door, tears started fighting its way to my eyes.

How could I be so stupid?

If I hadn't tried to model for that photoshoot in the first place, I wouldn't be in this situation right now.

I fell to the floor, my hands covering my now tear-stained face.

What do I do now?

Joohyun's POV
I haven't exactly been calm the last few hours. Those messages...what were they going to do to Y/N?

Please just let her be safe, I thought.

I have too many issues to deal with right now.

Anyways, recently, my employees...have really been mad with me.

"Please focus on your work!"

"Our stocks have gone down because of you!"

"You are a terrible boss."

I must admit, those words were true. I haven't really had any motivation to work. Maybe I'm too focused on what is happening to Y/N. She has truly rendered my mind differently recently. I sigh, looking at all the paperwork I have to do.

No motivation. All procrastination. I groan, laying my head against the chair. Frustration was clearly evident in my voice and behavior. Never thought I would turn out like this.

a/n ; w r i t e r ' s b l o c k h a s f u c k e d m e u p