Dear Readers,

I'm finally going to stop lurking! As I have read many wonderful pieces on this site, I decided to go and try writing a (hopefully decent) story myself.

Please be advised that although I welcome constructive criticisms, I will not tolerate outright bashing.

Happy reading!

Kimmy wasn't sure if this headache was going to carry over into tomorrow. Drinking competitions were not on today's schedule but leave it up to the girls to be spontaneous after a physically taxing concert that was almost three hours long, excluding the rehearsals before the show. At least she had enough mind to go back earlier so she won't be completely hungover tomorrow.

There's a persistent pounding against her skull and her throat wasn't exactly in stellar condition. If she were to speak now, will a sound even come out? Not that it would sound like anything decent. Good thing that today's show was the last one before packing up and flying back to Korea. She missed some nice bulgogi.

Was that her suitcase next to her? Or was this another girl's? No wonder what she was hugging didn't seem like a pillow. Pillows were soft. Suitcases are not. But then again, the monstrous suitcases were supposed to be on the sofa in the other side of the room. When she thought that she finally drew the lucky single room stick, they decided to put all their luggage in her room. All their cases, except for both Yujin and Hyemin having matching colors, are different in colors. For some reason the two girls have a sixth sense or something, never getting each other's case mixed with their own.

It was probably a little before the sunrise when she suddenly awoke.

It was way too hot in this room.

That's it. She had a rough night with her girls and screw the heavens if her sleep would be anything but wonderful.

"What?"

That was not her...

"AAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaHHHHHHhhhhh!"

Now that was her.

Kimmy was sure the room reservation did not come with a roommate. Is this a sick joke? The girls were probably too drunk to do this either and the staffs here were all their personal team staffs employed for more than 5 years by their label exclusively for their group.

This person has glowing purple eyes, now wide with alarm.

Her arms darted out to smack his - too close - face away and with adrenaline temporarily fueling her, threw herself into an offensive approach against this intruder. She tried to aim for the most efficient spots to make him pass out instead of dealing pain. After all, if this is a fan, she can't hurt him. He probably buys all of their albums and merch with fervor and supported their group. As she was reaching for her Samphone 6cs in her back pocket, the figure under Kimmy stirred.

"How?" So this was a dude.

"Look, I'm grateful for your constant support, but please do realize that this is a breach of privacy!" Oh god. That was not how a superstar worthy voice.

What luck for a sasaeng fan to strike when the weight of the universe was upon her head. She can only hope that he was alone.

"There was no way you could've known that I was coming or that I was here."

"Yea, this conversation can continue with the cops."

Ugh. His volume could definitely be lower. Headaches.

The man's eyes glowed brighter and had a hint of sharpness that made Kimmy's instincts scream even in her disoriented state.

All too easily, he lifted both Kimmy and her suitcase off him and threw them onto the fluffy mattress. Paralyzed with fear, Kimmy could only watch the man with golden eyes proceed to hover over her. This situation was definitely a first for her. And this guy was definitely not normal. Definitely trouble.

"That's more like it," he cooed, "My little perfect prey."

He gripped her shoulders and slowly lowered his face with his mouth open and teeth bared towards her chest.

NO. Nononoonononnonnononononoooooooononoono. NO.

Swinging the suitcase with extreme effort at where his head should be, Kimmy followed with a kick to his balls. This guy can't be called a fan anymore. Screw him for daring to do this to a girl that never had a real kiss yet!

Damn the dude could scream though. Pity that set of lungs was wasted on him.

Spots were dancing in her eyes even though all Kimmy could see was essentially black. Miracle that she hasn't thrown up yet, really.

Holding his genital, the creep was mumbling nonstop. Was it just her or does he seem to be glowing? As in for real. Glowing like a lightsaber. What was she seeing? What was he doing? Ohhh that creep glows purrrppllleeee! Dizzy...mnafsmdkhhmmmm

While Kimmy was in a daze, a hole suddenly opened up under them and swallowed her suitcase, the creep, and herself.

Yup. Edited as of 12/5/18

Bulgogi: literally "fire meat", is a Korean dish made of thin, marinated slices of beef or pork grilled on a barbecue or on a stove-top griddle that is then often stir fried with other ingredients.

sasaeng : an obsessive fan of a Korean idol, or other public figure, that has engaged in stalking or other questionable behaviour that constitutes an invasion of privacy.

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