Pop Star || Yoongi x Reader

44. Dangerous Encounters

Hein. You thought it was the other way round, and this dude - as unlikely as it felt - was a BTS fan.

The customer addresses your offer first, "I'd follow you anywhere, hun, but I'll have to pass this one."

You narrow your eyes.

"Don't talk to her like that, it's rude," Yoongi remarks wryly. That surprises you, but more pressing is the already present tension between Yoongi and this guy.

"How do -" you begin but Yoongi interrupts you, "Y/N, will you please take these bottles outside - the recycling van will be here any minute."

You scrutinize Yoongi for a good ten seconds before replying, "um - yeah, sure." He is definitely telling you to give them space. You don't like the energy here at all.

"I just need to catch up with him," the smile he gives is undoubtedly painful. You pick up the crate and move to the stairs. Whatever was that all about?

Suga relaxes a tiny bit once you're out of the room. And he curses himself for having let his guard down and not noticing this dude before. He had completely forgotten about his old stalker. He hadn't shown up in the last couple of weeks at all. It felt like the same person - the way he walked, height, built - but there was still the slightest chance that he was just an ordinary fan. He did look ridiculously happy now that he was alone with Suga.

"Thanks for taking out the time, man!" the customer grins. "I'm Zach, by the way!"

"Nice to meet you, Zach," Suga replies. He observes that this guy is no more than twenty-five, but his well-built frame makes him look older. He doesn't seem to have anything weird or dangerous in his hands. That's always a good sign.

"Honored - I don't even know how to react!" he spills. Zach keeps his place by the stairs, as though half expecting Suga to just run past him and escape.

"I thought you had given up," Suga says, wiping the dust off his hands. If he wasn't the stalker who had plagued him last year, then he should act all confused.

"'Course not!"

Crap.

Zach continued, "You're a hard man to catch alone, so I had to maneuver now and then - I really shocked you by showin' up here, didn't I?" He laughs, revealing a perfect jaw. "I wanted to approach you so many times - but aw man, it was hard to find an opening. But this chicken place - you come here alone, always. So I thought alrigh', I'll just wait for the man to show up. Been hangin' 'round every mornin' and here we are."

Phone - what Suga needs is his phone. Security is on speed dial but he realizes that it isn't in his pocket. He's left it on the table by the window.

"But how did you know it was me all along, man?" his tone is still freakishly cheerful.

"You have been stalking me for quite some time, Zach - it is not that hard to notice." Suga answers while moving towards the table.

"God, don't say that! I'm not a stalker - there's just no other fuckin' way to catch one of you guys! I must confess - it's not me - but my girlfriend - she's a big fan - BTS this, BTS that all the damn time!" he laughs. "So I thought that I'll get her a personalized message from one of you g - KEEP THAT PHONE DOWN!"

Suga freezes. The speed with which his tone went from light and fun to downright hostile sends a chill down his spine. But the real threat was in what he now held in his right hand - a pocket knife.

"I thought you wanted a video message?" Suga tilts his phone as he speaks. "What's the need for that?" He indicates the knife with eyes even as he continues to keep his voice calm. The last thing Suga wants is to further agitate this guy.

"I just want a video message, man. Don't go around callin' people so fast," he murmurs, moving towards Suga at the same time. "And some of your hair."

"My hair?" The request stumps Suga. Does this guy belong to some cult?

"Yeah, man. One lock of your hair on the web - hell, I could sell you in parts and live my whole fuckin' life on - WHO THE FUCK!" Zach roars when an empty soju bottle comes crashing down on his head.