Hiy! I actually really enjoyed writing this one even though it took forever. Kookiemonster isn't my OTP, but oh well they are pretty cute. No extra warnings in this story except for the usual mature themes and language.

Namjoon sat on his bed and stared at his phone. It was 22:59. Another minute and he might be free. He watched the numbers flick to 23:00. He shut his eyes and waited. The phone buzzed lightly in his hand. Damn it. So they hadn't given up yet.

Every night for the past two weeks at exactly 23:00, he had received a text. It seemed perfectly innocent. Except he had no idea who the sender was and the messages would always be accompanied by a photo of a location he had visited that day. Not so innocent.

Congratulations Namjoon, you've got a stalker.

Namjoon lay back on his bed and reluctantly opened the message. It was a picture of a café they had eaten at for lunch as well as the words,

Goodnight cutie :) See you tomorrow 3 Saranghae – K

As cool as Namjoon acted around the others, this sort of thing really freaked him out. He constantly felt like he was being watched. He was paranoid every time he left the dorm. Whoever K was, they were clever; they could track him wherever he went.

The worst thing was, Namjoon had no way of tracing them. The number was blocked and everywhere he went was fairly well populated. K was good at disguising themself. Like, really good.

He didn't want to tell anyone. They might get worried or freak out. He knew from experience how mom-like Jin could get. Besides, it wasn't like this person was threatening to kill him or anything. As a pop idol, he got thousands of fans telling him they loved him every day. Was this person any different?

Yes. Yes, they were. No matter how much he tried to dress it up, K scared him. A lot.

All he wanted to do was go for a walk, but he was far from the last person awake. Taehyung and Jimin both went to bed strangely early these days but Hoseok would be walking around tidying things up and Jungkook would be watching chick flicks until at least 3 am. That was just his way of dealing with stress. It was weird as hell, though.

He grabbed his jacket and left his room. Jungkook was indeed surrounded by blankets, snacks and tissues watching the TV screen intently. He just about acknowledged Namjoon as he mumbled some excuse about picking up milk for the next morning.

As he breathed in the fresh air, he could feel his mind emptying. Thinking it would be suspicious if he returned sans milk, he jogged down to the store a few blocks away. By the time he was walking back, he had organised his thoughts and was no longer worried.

The hairs on the back of his neck stood on end. He shivered involuntarily. He recognised that feeling. He was being watched. He couldn't see anyone because of the dark, but he knew something was wrong. A light was shining behind him from somewhere, casting a shadow in front of him.

Trying hard to keep his composure, Namjoon turned around. He saw a figure dressed in baggy black clothes taking a photo with the flash on. The figure spun on his heels and sprinted in the opposite direction. He was fast and Namjoon didn't even try to run after him. He did manage to yell something indistinct into the darkness. Good job.

Namjoon walked back to the apartment block slowly, all the benefits of his outing completely destroyed. He opened the door and saw Jungkook huddled on the floor in his nest. He looked mildly out of breath, so he had probably either been ranting at one of the characters or crying at them. It was comforting just to see him like that, his cute eyes widened in concentration and gasping as some probably meaningless confession unfolded. Namjoon smirked and set the milk down on the counter. He was sure Hoseok would put it away.

He went to bed without changing and was about to drift into sleep when his phone buzzed on the table beside him. Squinting at the light, Namjoon unlocked the device and was confronted with another message from the blocked number. It read,

You're cute when you're angry - K

It was accompanied by a badly lit photo of himself standing in the street. He recognised the surrounding area. That photo had been taken not fifteen minutes earlier. By the figure in the street. His stalker had confronted him. Somehow.

He awoke the next morning having been plagued by Big Brother style nightmares. He was usually the first one awake; he had always been an early riser ever since he was a kid. He entered the main room and saw Jungkook still curled up on the floor, enshrouded with blankets. He must have fallen asleep during one of his movies.

He was pretty when he was sleeping – his lips parted slightly, his chest gently rising and falling in a deep, steady rhythm. Namjoon took a spare blanket from the cupboard and veiled it gently over the sleeping boy. His eyes fluttered slightly, but he didn't stir.

Namjoon often got strange feelings of protectiveness over Jungkook and didn't really know why. They were like brothers. That's all. Just brothers.

Namjoon's thoughts wandered back to the previous night and the terrifying reality of K. He had seen them and still didn't know what they looked like. It had been very dark and they were dressed in all black.

An insane plan was hatching in Namjoon's mind. There were so many things wrong with it, so many different ways it could go very badly, but he just couldn't ignore it. By the end of the day, some of the details had been smoothed out. It was still risky and still stupid, but God it was alluring. He went for it.

At 23:00, he received a text; no surprise there. It said,

Still dreaming of you my love 3 Saranghae – K

Showtime.

He made another weak excuse to Jungkook and walked out of the door. He started walking.

Namjoon's entire body was alert and awake, scanning his environment for any signs of disturbance. He felt like Predator.

It took five minutes. The faint sound of muted footsteps was just about audible some distance behind him. Namjoon smiled inwardly and took a turn into a road he knew was a dead end. Before his pursuer had time to turn the corner, he ducked behind a dumpster, obscuring himself from view.

Footsteps echoed down the alleyway. They slowed slightly, obviously confused at Namjoon's disappearance. He waited until they had walked in line with him and then pounced.

He charged at them, throwing them against the brick wall. They let out a small cry, startled and in pain. Namjoon pinned them against the wall by their throat. Their hands formed weak fists as they tried to struggle against Namjoon, but their efforts were fruitless. Despite the ambush, the figure still wore their hood, obscuring most of their face.

"Now then," whispered Namjoon, trying to sound threatening, "you seem to know me so well, how about it's time I saw your face, huh?" The figure began to squirm a bit more at this proposition. With his free arm, Namjoon moved his hand up to the figure's hood and tore it away.

The big brown eyes that stared back at him were familiar. Very familiar.

"Jungkook? What the fuck?" Namjoon dropped the boy immediately, leaving him to double over and cough.

Namjoon took a few steps back in shock. Jungkook was his stalker? Why? The kid saw him every day, why was he doing this?

When Jungkook was quite done, he held up his hands and took a deep breath.

"I can explain."

"You'd better!" Namjoon snapped, "I mean, you've been scaring the hell out of me for weeks now! I've been terrified to leave the house! So, yes, I think I deserve an explanation. Start talking."

Jungkook looked frightened. Sure, Namjoon had been a little loud, but he hadn't been lying. Jungkook trembled,

"Well, where do you want me to start?"

Namjoon honestly didn't know. Truthfully, a lot of things made sense now he knew it was Jungkook: how K got his number, his location. He had told Jungkook exactly where he was going and didn't go many places without him anyway. He was curious about one thing though.

"Why 'K'?"

Junkook looked confused that this was the chosen question but answered it anyway.

"Well Tae calls me Kookie a lot and I thought 'J' might be a bit obvious later on, so…" he left Namjoon to join the dots as he trailed off.

"Okay. Does anybody else know about this?" Jungkook shook his head. "Fine. Now we can get to the good stuff. Why the hell were you stalking me?"

Jungkook looked like he wanted the wall to swallow him. As mad as Namjoon was with him, it was difficult to stay angry. It was those gorgeous puppy eyes; they were irresistible.

Jungkook cleared his throat and took a moment to compose himself, abandoning all attempts at eye contact completely.

"Okay. J-just stop me if it gets too much, okay?" Namjoon nodded. "Okay. It's just, in the past month or two I sort of developed a bit of a crush on you, a-and I wasn't gonna say anything because I thought it would go away," he cringed visibly at his own words, "but it didn't. It just sort of spiralled and I got a bit…obsessed."

Yeah, you could say that Namjoon thought, but he didn't want to stray away from Jungkook's words for too long.

"Then I got the idea to start texting you. I didn't think it would hurt anyone, it was just a way to express how I felt, and then you told me you were going to the store and I couldn't resist." His voice cracked and Namjoon could tell he was on the verge of tears. "I-I didn't mean to hurt you, hyung, I swear, I just…" A single tear dropped to the concrete floor. "I love you so much."

It tore Namjoon apart to see his dongsaeng this way. All he wanted was to make it better, for him to just be a happy, playful thing again. This had cost him so much, caused him so much pain and it was nigh on unbearable to watch.

Namjoon stepped closer and placed his hand on the younger's cheek. Jungkook sniffled softly, feeling a little bit broken.

"Jungkook?" Namjoon whispered. Those beautiful, shining eyes looked up at him. "I forgive you. I love you too." He softly brushed his lips against Jungkook's. Jungkook subsequently wore an expression known by the others as 'Jungshook' – bewildered, in awe and completely overwhelmed by emotion. He saw Namjoon secretly laughing and brought himself out of his trance. His eyes skimmed over the man in front of him. He was warm, kind, handsome, everything he had ever wanted. This was his chance and he'd be damned if he let himself miss it.

He wrapped his arms around Namjoon's neck and drew him closer. Not wanting to waste a second, he pulled him in and connected their lips. The kiss was soft, passionate and Jungkook could never have asked for anything more. He felt Namjoon's hands find their way underneath his shirt, his cold fingers wrapping themselves around the maknae's waist.

Namjoon started to laugh gently. Paranoid but reluctant, Jungkook pulled away.

"What is it? Did I do something wrong?"

"No, it's just…" he chuckled again, "just imagine if Jin-hyung could see us now."

Jungkook had also incurred the wrath of Jin and began to acknowledge his surroundings. Here they were, making out against the stained wall of an alleyway in a near-abandoned street in the middle of the night. All Jungkook had done before was leave his shoelaces untied. He grinned.

"I'll give him something to worry about."

He pulled Namjoon in again and allowed his tongue to access his hyung's mouth. Namjoon followed suit. Jungkook couldn't help but moan into his lover's mouth, letting himself enjoy the moment as much as possible. His hands roamed through Namjoon's hair, holding him close and kissing him deeply.

Namjoon began to kiss along Jungkook's jawbone, releasing his moans into the still night air. Needing more contact, Jungkook wrapped one of his legs around Namjoon's waist and, when he was ready, did the same with the other, being pressed up against the wall by the force of his lover's body alone. He began to grind their hips together, relishing the euphoric sensations as Namjoon's lips moved down his neck.

Jungkook's moans were growing louder by the second and he practically screamed when Namjoon sank his teeth into his shoulder. He didn't have a pain kink, but if things continued like this, he might just get one. Releasing the younger's shoulder, Namjoon shushed him quickly.

"Listen, baby, you're gonna have to be quieter than that. We really aren't too far from the apartment and this has got to stay a secret. Okay?"

Jungkook bit his lower lip and nodded. "Secret."