Thankfully, my first reaction was to run. I didn’t think about anything else. But the man reached out to me and grabbed my collar. I gasped and kicked him, probably in tibia. He let me go so suddenly, that I fell down. Immediately I turned back and pressed myself to a wall.
“W-Who are you...” I stammered. “Are you... KILLER_MAD?”
I saw his scary grin. My imagination went crazy. There I saw a knife in his hand, or bloody axe... okay, that would be ridiculous, comparing the size of an axe and this guy. But anyway, even without his answer I was sure he was THAT creepy guy.
“Listen, I don’t know what do you want from me,” I said slowly, carefully choosing the words. “But I really don’t know what I did that you hate me so much.”
Maybe I shouldn’t had said that last one, because the man came closer to me. I was shaking. Damn, this doesn’t look good, I thought with increasing panic.
“You’re lying,” he said suddenly.
“W-What?” I muttered.
Another step closer. God, where’s everyone… ?
“You made her like that!”
Now I was dumbfounded. What the heck?
“Look…” I stood up, feeling sudden courage. “I’m not a psychic, I don’t know what’re thinking. If you have something against me, say it clearly, so I can understand it.”
Now I could see his face. He was a normal, teenage boy, but with crazy body – he was tall and looked really strong. Immediately I relaxed, but he saw that and grabbed my shirt, pressing me to the wall.
“You and your perfect idol life,” he growled. “You think you can destroy somebody’s life?”
I wanted to say something, but I couldn’t find right words and somehow I felt guilty.
“Who’re you talking about?” I said finally.
But he didn’t listen anymore. I was lucky that my head didn’t crack. I ducked and his hand hit the wall. I staggered and moved back.
“You’re crazy!” I shouted. I blocked his next punch, but forgot about my left hand, which exploded with pain. “Do you want to be a murderer? You know, you almost killed me at the stage!”
He stopped abruptly.
“What?” he asked.
Oh, now you want to talk, I thought angrily.
“You threw stage lamp at me,” I reminded him.
“No, I didn’t.”
“You think I am an idiot!?” he shouted at me. “I would never try to kill, but you’ll regret what you did!”
I guess I failed the talk. My left hand started to bleed again. I felt sick. He grabbed my neck and pushed me hard. I bumped into something and then everything happened at once.
I recognized Seungjun, who hugged me and pulled aside. Youjin wanted to punch the high schooler, but the security guard warned him and he himself pressed the high schooler to the ground, that he was unable to move.
“Are you okay? Jihun!”
“Huh?” I muttered. Youjin was holding my face in his hands. I nodded.
To be honest, I was thinking about what that guy said. Somehow I believed that he didn’t threw this lamp.
Suddenly I felt dizzy and almost landed on my knees.
“I feel sick…” I admitted quietly and Seungjun gave me piggyback, when he saw my hand.
Stalker was taken to a custody and we finally reached our dorm. For a moment I thought I saw hooded man in front of our entrance, but then I fell asleep.
I woke up in my room in the dorm. Everyone was here: Seungjun and Inseong were sleeping beside me (hugging, of course), Heejun fell asleep next to me, while sitting on the floor. He was holding my right hand. Youjin was sleeping on a chair next to window like a bodyguard. I got up and quietly left the room to use bathroom.
When I was going back to my room, I saw Heejun coming out. He was holding pillow and had closed eyes. He stopped when he heard me.
“Hyung…” he muttered. “I had a nightmare…”
“Me too,” I said and took him back to the room. “Let’s go back to sleep.”
After I laid down with Heejun, I heard a rustle and Youjin squeezed in next to us. This time all of us were sleeping on connected beds together.