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Hello!

So…let’s say Unknown’s been stalking you for a while before he finally cons you into going to the apartment. I like to think that there are plenty of little instances where he finds reasons to (literally) bump into you or pops up in places to creepily observe you…because, you know, he’s obsessed it’s part of his job. Could you maybe write about some of those instances? ^^

okay HI first off i just wanna say i think you’re really nice and epic and SOBS thank you for reblogging my work, i love seeing the kind words you send my way >v< ALSO I AM sorry this took a while, i've been writing it for weeks now i think but sob I GOT BUSY ;~; i meant it to be like 3 scenes but ended up with 2-

that being said *rubs hands together* here we go with our favorite lil stalker boy! forgive me if i made a part of it funny, i just think it REALLY would be and he wouldn’t be scary just awkward

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stalker unknown

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It’s three o’ clock on a Thursday afternoon and all you really want is your favorite milk tea. This last stop before you make it home isn’t a part of your weekly routine, no, but the shop is a place you usually frequent.

Which is why Unknown chose this spot to work today. With the right clothes and a properly secured wig, he blended right in with the rest of the customers. He chose a little corner for himself and got set up, opening his laptop and pulling up hacked surveillance cameras that tracked your movements. On his phone was a glowing dot that seemed to be getting closer.

According to his calculations, the chances of you coming here today were around 28.5 to 42.8%. Of course, the chances of him running into you would go up to 100% if he was there every single day. So really, it was only a matter of time before you’d be in the same room. It’s just that he didn’t quite expect to see you so soon, not when it was only his second day here.

But the bell above the door chimed. And the face he’d only ever known in pixels was suddenly mere feet away from him.

You were so beautifully unaware of his presence, patiently waiting in line and looking wide-eyed at the seasonal menu they had until it was your turn to order.

Unknown had risen from his seat and taken the spot in line behind you, his footsteps silent so as not to get your attention. All he could see was your profile but god, did you smell different.

He couldn’t quite tell what it was but something about your scent drew him in, like a drug that commanded him to lean closer and closer and closer, but just before he can trip over his feet, he gets ahold of himself quite literally. His palms are flat against the wall of the counter, and he pushes himself upright as inconspicuously as he could.

Unknown could only be thankful that you didn't so much as lift your eyes away from your phone.

That was too close. He had to mumble an order and run straight back to his seat, put some distance between you so he could collect his wits a little. This is exactly why he had chosen to do this alone- he knew there was absolutely no way he wouldn’t make a fool of himself one way or another.

That, and he didn’t want any other believers to lay their eyes on you. You were his assignment, and no one else’s.

He sighs in front of his laptop before looking at you again, mentally arguing with himself over whether to get a closer look at you again or not. Vaguely, you get this crawling feeling in the back of your neck, so you quickly claim your drink the minute it’s ready.

Before he can stand from his seat, you’re already out the door.

Damn it.

—————

It’s a few minutes til four and you’re staring at the clock, hoping and praying that the minutes pass by quicker somehow. Your surname was so close to being called on the list- your professor doing rounds of recitation because it accounted for 10% of your grade.

All this dread was at the forefront of your mind, you barely even noticed the boy on the opposite end of the room, slumped against his chair with legs wide apart.

There was not much time for a disguise today. And honestly? It didn't seem like he needed one. Way too many college students flitted in and out of campus, the chances of him standing out or being remembered were little to none.

Besides, he'd passed by enough students who had more... interesting fashion choices than he did.

In a strange sort of way, he pitied you and the way you had to sit through a class as boring as this one. And not only that- you had to study for it, too. He found himself growing impatient, stifling the impulse to bounce his leg.

You could do so much more... be so much more.

Your professor calls your name, and your head snaps towards him. This gets Unknown's attention, too, and you both listen intently at the question being posed to you.

Immediately, an answer begins forming your head. You nod slowly and swallow before speaking, explaining in the simplest way you could manage to.

And your voice. Unknown didn't realize that there was a possibility of him hearing you talk today, because you were almost always so silent during lectures. The only times you’d speak were before or after the class, if you were lucky enough to have made friends.

But there you were, mere feet away from him- so real and alive. It was almost enough for him to walk right up to you and take you away… but not right now.

Not yet.

He did his best to remain stoic. Alone in his intelligence room, he could look as fascinated as he wanted to- he never had to hold back. But this, hearing your voice and the way it inflected, the way your tone would shift from steady to shy and unsure… oh, the ways he would toy with you, the ways he wanted your voice to sound just for him.

Your professor doesn’t have much to change about your answer, only expounding on it a little and closing the discussion with it, leaving a question for the class to ponder until the next meeting. And so, the class files out of the door. Even if you hang back a little, you can’t avoid getting bumped into a little bit on your way out. It’s a feeling you’re familiar with by now, and so, when Unknown’s shoulder nudges your own, when his arm brushes against yours- you don’t even turn to get a glimpse of him. All you do is duck your head and keep walking, eager to leave the crowded hallway.

Unknown, on the other hand, had stopped right in his tracks.

He just felt your skin against his own.

The man gulps, inhaling deeply what was left of your scent that had lingered in the air. It smelled just as strange as it had, that day he first got a whiff of it. Why is it that you smelled so… sweet?

That was it for him. Instead of following the rest of your schedule, he drove straight back to Magenta, locking the door right behind him as he entered the intelligence room and made a beeline for the computers.

On the walk back to your apartment, you feel the familiar buzz of a text message from your phone.

…Hello… ?

Can you see this? …Finally connected. Thank god.

It’s not everyday you get a text from a stranger.

GE!saeran w a suicidal partner...except the signs are subtle? like before he started recovering mc would make jokes like "i feel im gonna kms," "i feel like jumping off.." yada yada??

hurt/comfort

of course <3 i hope you're having a good day nonnie

[GE] saeran x reader

[we're not out of the tunnel yet]

TW : this work surrounds suicide and suicidal thoughts

i didn't put a community label on it because im still unsure what topics to use them for but pls lmk if you think i should !!

"I'm going to kill myself~" You hummed softly to yourself, in the similar way to how you'd sing your favourite songs while cleaning or working. The object in your hands simply wasn't cooperating, and while perhaps the average person would only get slightly irritated at such an ordeal, when everything in your mind is a constant wreck even the smallest thing going wrong is enough to make you hate yourself. You weren't going to cry, you'd feel too silly to shed tears over something like this, but you certainly were not happy, forcing a smile as you continued your self written song.

You'd assumed Saeran was elsewhere, he'd been typing away on his laptop the last you'd seen him, still overworking himself non stop to find out where the hell Saeyoung was. You'd made such jokes and songs often, but usually when you'd presumed him to be out of earshot, or quickly brushed them off when he'd frowned slightly and told you not to say that.

Only a week prior had seen you both in that little cabin in the woods, if you removed the situation surrounding you both it had been a nice place, you'd made a note to suggest visiting something similar one day in the future. Future. It was strange, you weren't one to plan for the future, or maybe you were one to desperately give yourself things for the future, things to reach to keep you going. Either way, you'd never planned in this way before. It was nice.

You wished to confine in him about the state of your mind, but you could write down a thousand and one reasons as to why you wouldn't dare. He's suffering himself, you'd feel like a burden, you'd only worry him, it wasn't too bad, you could push through it and ignore it. But that doesn't stop you sometimes, just for a single second, imagining his arms around you, his soft voice. It's a fantasy to think sweet words and honest kisses would cure you, to think him promising you it would be okay would fix you, would clean you up. But knowing that doesn't stop you dreaming it. Doesn't stop you selfishly wanting him to carry you in his arms and erase all the agony in your mind. But he would make it easier to bare, wouldn't he? No use for such thoughts. Don't be silly. Think of him. Think of how you'd stress him.

"Ugh, come on, this is my thirteen reason just work already-!" You were cut off by your adoring lover carefully taking the item from you and fixing the situation quickly, you jumped slightly in surprise and felt guilt yourself in way he seemed worried and guilty at your reaction. "I thought you were still in the sitting room." You reassured him, moving closer. You weren't afraid of him, that was in the past.

But he didn't return your smile, hesitating when he returned the item to you. "My love…" he paused, clearly being incredibly careful in choosing his next words. "Those jokes you make…"

"Saeran." You place the box aside, and quickly cup his face. He stares at you, nothing but love and concern for you. You stammer - how can you look him in the face and lie to him? You can lie to the whole world, but never him. "Don't worry about me." He frowns at your words, but you speak again quickly, too quickly. "Please, it's okay, I'm okay. If they make you uncomfortable I'll stop saying them. I kind of say it without thinking but I'll-"

"You say them without thinking?"

You freeze slightly. He's sharp, he'd work out the underlying meaning you hadn't intended. "N-not like that, but…" Your mind is blank, struggling to find an excuse that isn't a full out lie but isn't the complete truth either. "Uhm…".

An uncomfortable silence falls. In all the time you've known him, you've never felt this awkward and scared around him.

"Why don't you want to tell me?" His voice is quiet. He's barely started recovering, he has a million fears running around his mind, but he won't say a word of them.

"I don't want you to worry about me."

"Why not?"

"Because I'll feel bad." You confess. "If you stress about me and have to constantly pick me up… it'll be exhausting for you. I don't want to put that weight on you."

He closes his eyes and takes a breath. You expected him to be hurt, maybe annoyed - but he just looks sad. He looks sad. Sad for you.

You've made him upset.

"I'm sorr-"

"Don't you dare apologise." his words are sharp, but his voice is tender as always. "Don't you dare, never apologise." He pulls you into an embrace, arms tightly holding you. You relax, relax because he's holding your weight, he's got you safe. "It breaks my heart to think of you suffering, and it breaks it even more to think of you carrying it alone. My love, my life, your pain won't wear me down. I wish I could take it away, I wish you never had to shed a tear again, but I can't." He sits, you still in his embrace and now being pulled down with him. He cradles your body, positioning you to look at his face, eyes damp. "The idea of losing you…" He takes another breath. "I don't want to imagine it. I won't let you do that. If you'll let me, I'll do my best to support you, to care for you, I promised you and myself that I'd always love you."

"Saeran...I'm afraid."

"Of what?" although, perhaps he already knows. He just wants you to vocalise it, to use your voice rather then have him assume.

"Of getting better. It seems silly… but… it's so terrifying. The idea of having to change, to put the work in."

"It's not silly. I was paralyzed with fear when I was changing, I turned my fear to rage and took it out on you… but in the end I did it. It's not easy, every day is a struggle, I'm not aiming to 'be better', I'm just learning to live with it. For myself. I could do it because I knew… I know you're there to support me. So… don't do it alone. You're the only one who can change yourself, but that doesn't mean you should suffer alone." He holds out his pinkie finger to you. You stare at him questioningly. "We're both suffering. Let's make a promise, a promise to pick the other up, a promise to try, a promise to never…" He struggles to find the right wording that isn't blunt.

You latch your finger over his. "A promise to never give up. On ourselves and on each other." He brings your hands up to his lips and seals it with a kiss.

"To never give up." He moves to kiss your forehead. "You've made it this far. I'm proud of you for every day you made, and for all the ones I know you're strong enough to survive. My love."