Stalker (DRABBLE CHALLENGE 108: DETACH)
Title: Stalker
Author: sanchi7
Word count: 200 w
Concrit?: NOWAY! Just kidding YesWay! :)
Rating: PG
Genre: Angst
A/N: Tired me can only write angst.
"He is staring at us" she states, pointing out the obvious.
"I know" he replies, trying to keep the irritation out of his voice.
"Why can't we get a restraining order?"
"I told you, it's complicated."
She sniffs unhappily and gives a surreptitious glance only to get royally pissed when the man she wants in prison, grins and raises his glass in a mock toast.
"I am going to the restroom, call 911 if he tries something."
He smiles at his wife, watching her leave, then gets up and goes to the bar to confront his stalker.
"Why are you doing this Junsu?"
"You know why" he replies.
"Fuck You!"
Junsu's smile is cold, detached.
The man clenches his fist as if about to hit him, but walks away instead.
"Good lord is he still here? Let's just leave darling." she exclaims upon returning, much to his relief.
He pays cash, and they walk out of the restaurant hand in hand, ignoring the man at the bar.
Fifteen minutes later, Junsu gets a text,
Same place, same time. You win.
"Then why do I feel like such a fucking loser Yoochun?" he whispers, drowning his drink.
Did you ever love me?
Author: sanchi7
Word count: 200 w
Concrit?: NOWAY! Just kidding YesWay! :)
Rating: PG
Genre: Angst
A/N: Tired me can only write angst.
"He is staring at us" she states, pointing out the obvious.
"I know" he replies, trying to keep the irritation out of his voice.
"Why can't we get a restraining order?"
"I told you, it's complicated."
She sniffs unhappily and gives a surreptitious glance only to get royally pissed when the man she wants in prison, grins and raises his glass in a mock toast.
"I am going to the restroom, call 911 if he tries something."
He smiles at his wife, watching her leave, then gets up and goes to the bar to confront his stalker.
"Why are you doing this Junsu?"
"You know why" he replies.
"Fuck You!"
Junsu's smile is cold, detached.
The man clenches his fist as if about to hit him, but walks away instead.
"Good lord is he still here? Let's just leave darling." she exclaims upon returning, much to his relief.
He pays cash, and they walk out of the restaurant hand in hand, ignoring the man at the bar.
Fifteen minutes later, Junsu gets a text,
Same place, same time. You win.
"Then why do I feel like such a fucking loser Yoochun?" he whispers, drowning his drink.
Did you ever love me?