━♡ guess the 26 year old july baby just arrived to dallyeog! it makes sense, because jeon yooseul is just as wild as the month of july. wait, why do they remind me of bae suji? beyond that, they seemed audacious and impartial upon first glance. i heard someone say they’re sort of stormful and brusque though. i hope they get acquainted here in complex #3 / apartment #0722 / floor # 2 ; she seems to have a lot going on with her job as a rideshare driver.
tw: missing persons
hey everyone!!!! ;u; i’m so glad to be joining you at this ungodly hour (it’s literally after 4am here SMH!!) but hey when the muse hits you IT HITS YOU LIKE A CINDERBLOCK and i for one love when i get a weird burst of sudden muse for a new character hehe :> anyways, that character would be jeon yooseul, a somewhat asocial rideshare driver who’s been living at dallyeog for about a year now :0 pretty much all the info i have for her is below, but in case you’d rather not read a big stretch of text all together, here’s some individual page links: x, x & x :)
profile / stats
basic
full name - jeon yooseul
nickname/s - yoo, yoojwi ( from her aunt due to her quiet nature )
age - twenty six
dob - 07/22/1994
gender identity - cis female
orientation/s - pansexual / demiromantic
blood type - o
born - gyeonggi-do, south korea
grew up - pohang, south korea
nationality - korean
occupation: rideshare driver
languages: korean, conversational japanese, very basic english
personality
label - the thunderstorm
traits - audacious, stormful, impartial, brusque, enigmatic, aloof
aesthetics - long drives with no destination, concealed crying fits, lonely shadow puppets on the wall in the waning sun, wind and raindrops in your hair, smudged lip balm, beat up messenger bags, the jingling of keys, continental drift, being left on read
western horoscope - cancer
chinese zodiac - dog
alignment - chaotic neutral
mbti - the logician ( intp-t )
enneagram - the philosopher ( 5w4 )
disc type - the architect ( Dc )
appearance
fc - bae su-ji ( bae suzy )
hair - deep brown and usually worn naturally, with little effort put in.
eye color - black
build - slender
clothing style - simple, aimless - lots of blacks, earth tones and neutrals. owns a few leather jackets.
piercings - both ears in multiple places
tattoos - a small heart on her left ring finger, a heart topped with a cross on lower part of the back of her neck
familial ties
mother - jeon hyesun ( status unknown )
father - jeon soonil ( status unknown )
siblings - younger brother jeon yoohwan ( 20, currently in university )
aunt - im darae ( 49, living in pohang )
uncle - im jongho ( 52, living in pohang )
biography
yooseul was born in the muggy, oppressive heat of july to two very kind, yet very naive people. they were both young; barely 19 when they had yooseul, and were in no position to take care of a child. however, they still took on the challenge, as it was simply the kind of people they were.
while the pair meant well, they were always leaving yooseul with her aunt and uncle before traipsing off on another adventure. they loved traveling the world doing all kinds of thrilling, but reckless activities. climbing infamous mountain peaks, visiting the sites of active volcanos, boating down the amazon river with scarce supplies. the little girl would overhear pieces of arguments between her aunt & uncle and her parents. yooseul’s aunt and uncle tended to look out for her even more than her parents did, and were adamant that all the traveling was actively harming yooseul’s development. her mother and father remained steadfast that their daughter wouldn’t even remember this stretch of her life, due to how young she was.
when yooseul’s brother was born, everyone was a bit hopeful that yooseul’s parents would slow down with their jet-setting lifestyle, but if anything, it seemed to kick them into high gear. it was as though having a second child made them feel as though the clock were ticking on their lives, and off they were again on another adrenaline rush.
as yooseul grew enough to truly comprehend and lament her parents’ absence, it was only then that they seemed to finally understand the effect they were having. then again, anyone would probably start listening when their young child is on their knees, begging and crying with an intensity of someone’s whose heart was truly breaking. the trips slowed to a crawl and became every once in a while, rather than every other weekend. yooseul grew passive about them by age seven, as they were so infrequent, so when her parents told her they’d be going on a hiking trip to the south korean evergreen forests, she honestly didn’t think much of it.
she hadn’t seen her aunt and uncle in months, and she and her brother could fly kites in their spacious garden. it was a handful of positives, or so yooseul thought. ( tw begins here ) the days stretched on at their house, and it seemed to be taking a bit longer for her parents to return than she’d anticipated. she could tell something may have been wrong by the hushed conversations her aunt and uncle had, coupled with teary phone calls to people that yooseul couldn’t seem to make out.
she learned the truth while eavesdropping on a news story about her parents; apparently they had gone out hiking as planned, but they had never returned back to the hotel they were staying at. several searches had been conducted in the forest, but only scant, inconclusive traces of the couple were found.
as she was just a child, yooseul knew only hope. her parents would come back one day. why wouldn’t they? they’d been hiking before. they knew what they were doing. days turned into months, and optimism turned into doubt. the evergreen forests were so large and covered so much ground - and who knew if they were even still in there?
( end of tw ) her aunt and uncle did what they could for her and her brother, as the two had gained custody of the children due to their frequent care of them. while her brother was able to develop at a relatively normal pace, yooseul withdrew inside of herself for the most part. the hope she had once known had shifted into stinging pessimism. she loved the family she had left of course, but she was terrible at opening up about what she was feeling, and she was so reluctant for people to see any weakness in her. she had to be the strong one, and it was so much easier to be strong when you let emotions roll off your back entirely.
yooseul had difficult focusing on the things that went on around her, especially in school. she never really made socializing a priority, and her grades were abysmal. it was honestly a wonder that she graduated at all, but her aunt and uncle didn’t want her to be without a secondary diploma, so they refused to let her fall back irretrievably far.
trying to enter the workforce was even worse. she’d sworn off university, and all the small trade jobs she got never seemed to last more than a couple of months, mostly due to her lack of interest. she simply drifted from one meaningless wad of money to the next, either saving it up in a jar for goals she didn’t have or slipping it into her aunt’s purse when she’d refuse to take it directly.
having no prospects might have seemed like a downer of a life to live, but yooseul didn’t really think of things in those terms - she was solely focused on existing in whatever moment she was in and doing whatever she wanted to do. after her aunt and uncle surprised her with a fairly nice kia k8 (as they knew it was something she’d never buy for herself), she leaned into late night drives for comfort. there was something about being alone, feeling the wind ruffling through your hair, some mindless song on the radio recorded solely to push false emotions, watching the lines on the road come at you like knives when you push the limits of the car’s engine. it felt free.
after hearing word of a new rideshare app launching from her uncle, yooseul decided to apply to be a driver. she had nothing else going on at the moment, and those late night drives she enjoyed so much could actually make her some money.
she’s been doing it for a few years now and enjoys it as much as yooseul can enjoy something. the social aspect of it can be a bit awkward, so she loves nothing more than when her passenger keeps their face locked on their phone in silence. she’s since moved out of her aunt and uncle’s place and intro her own apartment at dallyeog. she figured it was finally time to move on, as her brother was now entering college and hadn’t really needed any help taking care of for some time now. maybe, deep down, she’d stuck around so long for sentimental reasons, but she’d never ever admit that.
wanted connections ( first come first serve )
anniversary of an uninteresting event ( open ) - yooseul never talks about it, but y/m saw the story about her parents on some exploitative talk show where they launched a ton of conspiracy theories about what happened. you want to set the record straight, but she doesn’t really wanna hear it.
be quiet and drive ( open ) - y/m orders a ride from yooseul with no set destination in mind. they’ve just had a really awful day and want to zoom through the city towards the sunset without looking back. lucky for them, that is just yooseul’s vibe.
needles and pins ( open ) - y/m and yooseul knew eachother before she moved into dallyeog, possibly even dating back to childhood. they actually know her better than most of the people she’s around now, which makes her mighty uncomfortable. she feels as if they hold some sort of key to a past she thought she’d locked away forever.
cherry waves ( open ) - nobody knows how y/m and yooseul came together, but every time they come into contact, they both immediately lose themselves. sitting on the beaches of busan with a bottle of whiskey, tiptoeing on the edge of dallyeog’s rooftop hand in hand, or ending up a tangled mess of flushed skin and kiss-swollen lips in the back of yooseul’s car; wherever they are, time doesn’t seem to exist.
battle axe ( open ) - yooseul can be a little abrasive when she’s irritated, and maybe that’s why y/m likes pushing her buttons so much. maybe they just like to challenge her attitude of not caring about anything.
passenger ( open ) - somehow, every time y/m orders from the rideshare app, they end up with yooseul as their driver. it’s not that she doesn’t get them there safely and on time, but she can be...rather scary. maybe all it would take is a few conversations, and they’d see she’s not so bad, and maybe even bump up her rating to three stars?
hole in the earth ( open ) - yooseul did the unthinkable when she and y/m were together a few years ago: she actually opened up. she told them things she never thought she’d tell anyone, and y/m didn’t really understand the weight of that decision for her, betraying her trust. seeing y/m again now is just reopening old wounds and pouring on the salt.
digital bath ( open ) - for whatever reason, it is way easier for yooseul to have lengthier conversations over texts, snaps and other various digital means of communication. perhaps it’s not having to see the person’s reaction in real-time and therefor not having to process any of her own emotions. y/m is one of the only people who actually indulges her on this, and now they have become somewhat friendly as a result.
this is all i have for the moment, but i am v enthusiastic about brainstorming things based on chemistry and character traits or of course scooping up one of your open plots!
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blackmail: a wonwoo hacker!au
synopsis: you’ve dumped your ex boyfriend and blocked him on everything, but you’re pretty sure he’s been logging into your social media accounts and stalking you. your best friend suggests that you go to the IT nerds at school and ask for some help in figuring out who’s watching you. you enlist jeon wonwoo’s help in stopping him and wreaking a little bit of havoc of your own. female reader x wonwoo ft kaistal bc I miss them
word count: 6.4k (the ending is kinda rushed bc i was lowkey sick of writing)
a/n: this takes place in an american college:) so basically… this is based on something that happened to me (the stalking part). wonwoo doesn’t get introduced for a while but when he does it’s worth it. it’s really angsty and slow but I hope you enjoy.
“Look, I think we’re better apart,” you said, staring your boyfriend directly in the eyes.
“I don’t agree,” he said. He grabbed your hand a little too forcefully. “You are the only one for me.”
“Jason…” you said. You took a deep sigh and looked at him. “I’ve been telling you for the past hour, we are over.”
“No, you can’t do this,” he said.
“Yes, yes, I can,” you said. “You need to leave.”
“So the past nine months have been a lie?”
“No, the past nine months have been you manipulating me into thinking that I loved you and that you’re as good as it gets,” you deadpanned. “Jason, you need to leave. Now.”
“No!” he yelled. “There’s nobody like you, _____.”
“Yes, there is. I’m not special. Now get out before I call the police,” you threatened. “You’ve wasted nine months of my life, don’t waste another minute.”
“You need professional help, you know that, right?” questioned Jason. “You’re the most heartless, uncaring bitch I’ve ever met.”
“Hm, sucks for you,” you said. “Now get the fuck out of my apartment before Krystal comes home.”
“Fine, but we’re not done talking,” he said. “We’ll make it through this.”
“I really don’t think so,” you replied as you pushed him out of your apartment and slammed the door in his face.
Knowing what Jason could be like, you quickly locked your doors and waited in the farthest room in your apartment. He had been manipulating you for as long as you could remember, convincing you that you were happiest with him when really he was isolating you from the rest of your friends and family. You hadn’t even liked him; he just continually told you that he liked you until you caved in and consented to being his girlfriend. In reality, he was one of the worst people you knew.
Following the breakup, he relentlessly tried to contact you and become your friend. He even went as far as to send his older brother’s ex girlfriend, a good friend of yours, to tell you how much he missed you and how unhappy he was without you. She warned you heavily to stay away from him and his entire family.
After you blocked Jason and cut him off completely, you began to adjust back to your normal life. You were becoming happier, more outgoing, and more of who you used to be. Everyone in your life noticed the positivity.
Chatting over bowls of cereal, you and Krystal were sitting at your small kitchen table. You opened up your Snapchat to find yourself logged out, which could mean one of two things: either Snapchat was being its typical glitchy self or someone else had logged into your account. The only person who knew your password was Krystal.
“Hey, Krystal, did you log into my Snap?” you asked.
“No, why?” she replied.
“Nothing,” you mumbled. “It must be glitching or something.”
“Okay,” she said. “Hey, are you still friends with Jason’s cousin?”
“Which one?”
“The one that introduced the two of you.”
“Oh, Hailey. Yeah, but we’re not as close as we were when Jason and I were just friends. And then we kind of drifted when I dumped him and now we hardly see or talk to each other.”
“I didn’t care that much,” laughed Krystal. “I was just wondering why your Instagram profile pic has her in it now.”
“I didn’t change it,” you said.
“Yeah, you did.” Krystal held up her phone to your face to show a picture of you and Hailey, clearly happy. It was a photo taken during the camping trip where you and Jason became close.
“I don’t remember changing it.” You grabbed her phone and took a closer look. You had more followers than you remembered, too, and you were private. “Maybe I did it when I was falling asleep last night.”
“I think it’s pretty new,” she said, “and you do weird stuff when you’re tired, so I wouldn’t be surprised.”
“Yeah,” you mumbled in reply.
Over the next few months, small but strange things continued happening on your social media. Snapchats had been opened that you couldn’t recall seeing, follow requests that you never saw were accepted, direct messages were opened by someone other than you, posts you never saw were liked, stories you never viewed were watched, and random people were added to your Snapchat. Again, you didn’t think much of it.
After a few months of avoiding Hailey and discussing the breakup, you finally met up with her for lunch. She was desperate to catch up with you, especially after you had distanced yourself so severely from her. At one point she had been your best friend, but now the two of you were more like strangers.
The small restaurant was a nice little meeting place, and you arrived a few minutes early to make sure that your reservation was claimed. It was commonplace for Hailey to arrive rather late, from five minutes to forty-five minutes. After you ordered drinks for the both of you, she arrived.
“Sorry for being so late,” she apologized profusely.
“Hailey, you’re always late,” you laughed. “What’s up?”
“I just wanted to see how you’ve been holding up,” she offered. “You know, our whole family really believed that you and Jason would get married. We’d never seen him like the way he was with you.”
“The way he was with me was constantly manipulating me and making my life toxic,” you spat. “Hailey, I didn’t come here so you could talk me into getting back together with Jason.”
“I’m sorry,” she said, “but I thought it was worth a shot.”
“A shot that’ll ruin our friendship permanently. He’s an awful person. I don’t hate people, but I hate him,” you deadpanned. “Can we talk about literally anything else?”
“Alexa had her second kid,” Hailey offered, “and Nick is finally engaged to Alondra.”
Hailey went on a tangent about her older siblings and their success before circling back around to what she really wanted to talk about.
“And I’m dating someone, too,” she said quietly. “I didn’t want to mention anything since your past relationship was so bad.”
You laughed. “I’m not that terrible of a person. I can be happy for someone else, you know?”
“Okay,” smiled Hailey. “He’s going to Cozumel with my family and me next week. The whole crew is going, Alexa and her family, Nick and his fiance, and Jason’s family. Jason’s sister Madison is already pregnant and they wanted to get in a trip before the baby’s born.”
“They’ve been married for six months!” you exclaimed. “I was Jason’s date to the wedding. That’s…”
“An accident?” offered Hailey. “I think so, but she and Chad deny it.”
“Whatever makes them feel better,” you said.
“Yeah.” She took a sip of her drink. “Do you think I’m being too forward by bringing my boyfriend on a family trip? It’s only been a few months.”
“At least you’ll know soon whether this relationship is going to work.” It was meant to be a joke, but Hailey took it seriously. The conversation was becoming uncomfortable, forced with the continuous mention of Jason, so finally you excused yourself, left a twenty dollar bill on the table, and headed home.
The next week, strange things continued to happen on your social media. Knowing you, you continued to ignore it and think nothing of it. Finally, as you opened up your Instagram, you got a strange notification.
We detected an unusual login attempt. iOS | Jun 27, 6:10 AM | Cozumel, Mexico
Your heartbeat soared as you realized what this could mean. Tears welled up in your eyes as you quickly texted Hailey.
hey, are you in cozumel?
yeah, we landed a little before 6 this morning. why?
nothing. jason flew with you?
yes what’s wrong
nothing don’t worry
You ran to the bathroom where Krystal was getting ready for the day and started banging on the door. “Krystal!” you shouted. “Krystal, open the door!” You were crying and sat on the floor of the hallway until Krystal opened the door.
“What happened?” she asked.
“Jason has been logging into my accounts all this time. You know that weird stuff that was constantly happening on my accounts? It was him.”
“How?”
“I don’t know… All of my passwords are pretty difficult.”
“Okay, well, let’s start with changing your passwords.” Krystal paused for a second, and then spoke again. “How do you know it’s him?”
“Who else would be stalking my accounts? I’m not interesting. I blocked him on everything, and then this morning I get a notification that someone in Cozumel has been logging into my account. And you know who flew into Cozumel this morning? Jason.”
“Text him,” Krystal said. “See if he’ll say he’s been logging into your accounts.”
jason
wow didn’t expect to hear from you anytime soon
yeah ik
u feeling lonely i guess? ;)
no
aw babe
don’t aw babe me why have you been logging into my social media
I havent??
yes you fucking have leave me the fuck alone
no i havent
I got a notification saying someone in cozumel has been logging into my accounts and ik weird shit has been going down in my account this is illegal
theres lots of people in cozumel what if it wasnt me
im going to the police
you have no proof that its me
ill find a way to get proof leave me tf alone stay out of my accounts
Krystal snatched your phone from your hands. “I don’t really think we can do anything if he denies it,” she sighed. Her eyes lit up. “I know some kids in the IT department of school. I bet they’d help.” She pulled you up from off the floor. “Get ready, let’s go talk to them.”
You dressed quickly because the sooner you met with the IT kids, the sooner you could figure out who had truly been stalking you. As soon as you were ready, you grabbed Krystal’s arm and started jogging towards the campus. She had dressed well, like always, but you were comfortable and ready to run.
After a few minutes of running, you finally arrived at the university’s tech department. Krystal was friends with most everybody, so she showed you where the IT kids could be found. She knocked quietly on the door after you had ran up the stairs to the entrance.
“Come in,” someone called from the other side.
“Hey, guys,” Krystal said as she opened up the door. “I need a favor.”
“What is it?” one of the boys asked. There was only one girl, and she was quietly working away at her computer, headphones in ears.
“_____, tell them what’s been happening,” she said as she pushed you towards them.
You began your long tale of your toxic relationship, the messy breakup, the strange social media occurrences, and finally, that morning’s notification.
“I’d recommend talking to Wonwoo, the boy over there,” said the boy that Krystal knew. “He’s good with that stuff. Doesn’t get caught, either.”
“Okay, thank you,” you said. You walked over to the tall, dark haired boy with glasses. “Hi,” you said softly. “I need you to do me a favor. I’ll literally do anything for it.” You paused. “Well, not anything.”
“What is it?”
“I need you to find out who has been logging into my Instagram accounts. You’re a hacker, right?” you asked.
“Yeah,” he said, “but I’m more of a vigilante hacker. I don’t just hack to hack.”
“Well, I think you’ll be intrigued by what I’m going to tell you,” you replied hopefully. You began your spiel once more, and by the end, Wonwoo had his chin in his hands and was staring at you intently.
“It’ll take me maybe ten minutes to figure out if he’s been logging into your account, but from the looks of it, he definitely has,” Wonwoo said. “But this isn’t my style. My style is more messing with people who did bad things on the internet.”
“Okay, but will you see if it’s even him? I think it is but can you make sure anyway?” you asked.
“Yeah, give me a few.” Wonwoo turned to his computer and left you alone
“Hey, _____,” Krystal called from across the room. “I’m heading home. I don’t want to be here too long. Are you okay on your own?”
“I’m fine,” you replied as you took a seat next to Wonwoo and watched him type rapidly. “You don’t mind if I stay with you, do you?”
“No, I really don’t.” Wonwoo didn’t even look up from his computer as he kept typing. After a few minutes, he came up empty handed. He looked at you confusedly. “His phone is heavily protected. I don’t know what kind of software this person has installed, but I can’t access it. All I can access is the Apple ID of the person that owns the phone, and it’s a bunch of random numbers and letters. I can try hacking into that, but I don’t think it’s going to lead anywhere.”
“What do you mean?” you asked.
“I mean your ex-boyfriend is either incredibly clever or he has someone else doing the dirty work for him,” Wonwoo said.
“He’s really smart. Tech savvy.”
“Then he knows what he’s doing.” Wonwoo looked back at the screen and then to you. “I think I can figure out if it’s him, but it’ll take a solid half hour. I have to hack into the account and then see all of the phones and devices the accounts have been linked to and see if any of them belong to him. You should go get food or something while I do this; it might be a while.”
“Okay,” you said. “I’ll bring something back for you. What do you want?”
“How about burgers?” he asked.
“I’ll be back soon. You have my number now, so text me what you want,” you said with a smile. Wonwoo nodded before pulling out his phone and sending you his order.
After about fifteen minutes, you were back with burgers. Wonwoo was spinning around in his chair and smiled at you. “It’s him. That Jason guy, it’s him.”
“I’m not surprised.”
“I know you want to go to the police, but I want to have a little fun,” Wonwoo said. “This is my speciality of sorts.”
“But what if you get caught?” you asked.
“I won’t.” He took his burger from you. “Consider this payment for my deeds,” he said with a wink.
“I don’t know if I want you to mess with him. He’s a little psycho.”
“He’s not just a little psycho, he’s a lot psycho.” Wonwoo smiled at you softly. “Look, ____, if you don’t want me to, I won’t. But I think you want this guy to get a taste of his own medicine.”
“Of course I do,” you said. “But what could we possibly do to him?”
“I have some ideas, but you’ll have to consent. And they can be pretty shady, but I promise you, we won’t get caught,” Wonwoo said.
“What are your ideas?” you asked.
“If you give me your phone, I can retrieve every conversation the two of you have ever had. The embarrassing, the sweet, the manipulative, everything. Blackmail him with his own nudes? Done. Blackmail him with the embarrassing, loving, manipulative things he told you? Done. He won’t mess with you ever again, not as long as you’ve got this on your side.”
You stared at him. His proposal was intriguing to say the least. You knew Krystal would approve, but you also knew that he would access a lot of vulnerable things about you. You had some rather revealing photos in there, and while that did bother you, it didn’t bother you as much as the awkward and embarrassing photos you sent or the things you had confided in Jason. But you knew that he may never stop unless you made him stop, and you’d rather it be in your hands than in the authority’s hands. You looked at him, bit your lip, and then agreed.
“You promise you won’t judge me?” you asked.
“I promise,” replied Wonwoo softly. He gave your hand a gentle squeeze to reassure you. “You’re a good person. I can tell by just how you are. Texts between some manipulator and you aren’t going to make me change my mind.”
“Okay.” You handed him the phone. “But can you walk me home and then take my phone? I don’t want to be without my phone in the city.”
“Sure,” he said. He began packing up his things and then wrapped an arm around you. “It’s going to be fine. I’m good at what I do, and I don’t care about what you said. I only care about what he said.” He squeezed your shoulder gently. “It’s going to be okay. I’m not him.”
“You don’t need to tell me that,” you laughed as you detached yourself from him. “I know you’re not him.”
“Okay, good.” The two of you began the short walk from the university, through a bit of town, to your apartment. Once you neared your apartment, you reluctantly placed your phone in his palm.
“When will you be back?” you asked. “I kinda need my phone back.”
“I’ll come by tomorrow, how about that?”
“Okay.”
“We can go through what you think would affect him most tomorrow. I’ll just download it all to my laptop. Since you won’t have your phone, just expect me to come over sometime between noon and one, okay? I have some actually IT work to do tomorrow morning but I’ll just have it download while I sleep tonight.”
“Alright,” you said softly. “Thanks for doing this for me.”
“I’m an internet vigilante. It’s what I do,” responded Wonwoo with a wink. “See you around, ______.”
He watched as you entered your apartment building and stayed until he saw that you were safely inside. Once you were back inside your apartment, Krystal jumped to ask questions.
“What’d they find out?” she asked.
“He’s been stalking me,” you said shakily.
“Well, are you going to report it to the police or what?” she asked, playing with her fingers.
“Actually… about that,” you began, “I’m not going to the police.”
“Are you stupid?”
“Well, Wonwoo-”
“Wonwoo, huh?”
“It’s not like that. I literally just met him.”
“Oh, really? Then why’d he walk you home? And stay until he knew you were in the building?”
“Shut up,” you replied quickly. “We’re going to give Jason a taste of his own medicine. Wonwoo’s keeping my phone for the night to download everything I had regarding Jason and to retrieve all of the old messages and stuff and then he’s gonna… well… blackmail him, I guess.”
“No way,” laughed Krystal. “You’re blackmailing the psycho? I didn’t realize you were that ballsy.”
“It wasn’t my idea,” you clarified. “Wonwoo says he’s like some internet vigilante or something and it’s similar to stuff he always does.”
“Wait, so he walked you home because?”
“He needed to take my phone but I didn’t want to go home without it. And I think he’s honestly a little afraid for me.”
“He’s nice. Kinda quiet but nice.”
“Quiet?”
“Yeah. He’s said maybe ten words total to me.”
“We spoke a lot.”
“Maybe he likes you better than me.”
“Maybe.”
“Well,” Krystal said while lightly punching your arm, “aren’t you afraid of what Wonwoo is going to find on your phone?”
“It doesn’t matter to me,” you responded. “All that matters is that Jason leaves me alone. And I don’t think he’ll care much anyway. He knows what he’s seen when he’s being a vigilante or whatever.”
“Yeah, sure,” Krystal said sarcastically. “Whatever. You know what I think you should do? Get drunk.”
“I’m not going to get drunk,” you laughed. “I think I’m just going to sleep until tomorrow morning. I don’t want to think about this.”
“It’s only noon.”
“I don’t care. I don’t want to deal with this.”
“You don’t want to deal with this stalker drama or you don’t want to deal with knowing Wonwoo will go through everything on your phone?” suggested Krystal.
“Shut up,” you said. “For real, I’m going to sleep.”
You headed to your room and decided to sleep for the rest of the day. You finally woke up around two am after hours upon hours of sleep. Krystal was still awake, and she had her boyfriend Kai over. They were talking on the couch when you came out.
“Hey, guys,” you said with a small smile. “I didn’t know you were going to be over, Kai.”
“Krystal was just telling me the rundown on your stalker,” explained Kai.
“Oh,” you mumbled. “Yeah.”
“Jason will get what’s coming to him. If not now, when he’s thirty-five and his future wife leaves him,” he laughed.
“Kai, that’s rude,” Krystal said.
“Okay and?”
Krystal moved a little closer to Kai and smiled. It made you miss the days of having a boyfriend, but you knew that missing Jason was detrimental to yourself.
“So are you really having some hacker kid go through all the stuff on your phone just to blackmail Jason? Someone you don’t know?”
“At this point, nothing is really worse than knowing Jason wasn’t leaving me alone, so yeah, I am,” you replied. “He’s gonna be over around noon, by the way.”
“I’m gonna be out,” Krystal said.
“Where?”
“I don’t know. Kai, can I come over to yours?”
“Sure, babe.”
“You just did that so Wonwoo and I would be alone!”
“Also so I won’t have to see Jason’s nudes. I know that Wonwoo will be able to dig some up.”
“Fine.”
“Well, it’s two in the morning and I’ve got to be up at six, so I’ll see you tomorrow,” Krystal said. “C’mon, Kai, we’re going to bed.”
You watched Kai and Krystal leave the room and decided to clean the small apartment. By the time you were finished, the sun was starting to rise and Krystal would be waking up soon to head to the gym for her early morning workouts. Once Krystal was awake, she made some food for the both of you.
“Hey, it’s going to be okay,” she reassured you. “Jason will get whatever’s coming. Don’t worry about it. And you should probably catch a few hours of sleep before Wonwoo comes over, too.”
“Okay,” you agreed. “I’ll go to sleep in a few.”
A few hours later, you were awoken with the sound of Kai attempting to make Krystal a proper breakfast. It was nine in the morning, and you rolled back over only to be bombarded by the pair running into your room with sad looking pancakes.
“Cheer up!” Krystal said. “Just because you have a psycho manipulative stalker ex-boyfriend doesn’t mean you get to act like the world is ending!”
“I think it does mean I get to act like the world is ending,” you replied.
“I tried really hard to make these,” Kai said, shoving the plate in your face. “Come out to the kitchen and eat them, please.”
“Fine,” you grumbled. You got up and followed Kai to the kitchen table. His pancakes weren’t too bad, but they definitely not good. Once you took a bite and gave them a thumbs up, Kai backed off.
“I’ve got to get to work,” he said. “See ya later, guys. I left my keys to my apartment on your nightstand if you still want to go over there when Wonwoo’s here.”
Krystal nodded and smiled at him before leaning over to give him a peck on the cheek. “Okay, be safe.”
The next few hours passed rather quickly, with Krystal running around doing random things and you eating more food than you probably should. Before you knew it, Krystal had left to Kai’s and you were alone, waiting for Wonwoo’s arrival.
Just before noon, there was a knock at the door. You opened it quickly, and there was your expected guest. He had takeout in one hand and your phone in the other.
“I hope you don’t mind,” he said shyly. “I thought it would be good to have lunch since…”
“Oh, thank you!” you replied, taking it from him. You grabbed chopsticks and you both settled down on the couch. There was a gap between the two of you and an awkward silence filled the room. Finally, Wonwoo cleared his throat.
“You know, I don’t think much different of you,” he said quietly. “Except that you’re maybe kinda dumb.”
“I’m dumb?” you questioned.
“Yeah, you’re dumb.” He chuckled softly to himself.
“Why?”
“Because you had barely started texting this guy and you told him everything about yourself. And I mean everything. I think I know you better than I know my brother, now.”
“I don’t know why I did it. I guess he made me feel important.” You sighed and bit your lip before looking up at Wonwoo. “We can see how well that turned out.”
“It’ll be fine. We’ll get him back,” Wonwoo reassured you.
“I honestly thought it was love at first sight. Or something of the sort. I just saw him and knew ‘you’re going to be important in my life.’”
“I don’t believe in love at first sight.”
“Really?” you asked.
“I think you’ve got to know them really well before you can love them,” he said. “Anyway, let’s choose what we want to get started with.”
He pulled out his laptop and opened it up to reveal a file containing every interaction you had with Jason on your phone. “Do you want to start small or start big?”
“Start big,” you said.
“Let’s start with the nudes, then,” he said. “Here’s my idea, but if you don’t like it, we won’t do it.” You nodded in response. “Okay. I have a program on here that creates a protected fake phone number. Almost like a prepaid that you can’t pinpoint. But there actually is no number that exists. It’ll just show up as unknown. I’ll begin sending him pictures he sent you or tell him his own secrets. Just to mess with his mind a little bit, and after that, we’ll tell him to stay away from girls or we’ll leak it all on the internet.”
“Will you really?”
“No, of course not. I’m not that terrible of a person.”
“Okay,” you acquiesced. “But if it gets shady at any moment, we’re stopping the whole thing.”
“Not to be rude, but it’s already shady.”
“Fine. If it get shadier.”
He nodded and began typing rapidly on his computer until he was at the program that allowed for him to send the messages. He went into the file where he had stored everything from your phone and began clicking until he got to the bad stuff: the pictures.
“Hey, Wonwoo, I have a question,” you said softly. He nodded in reply. “Did you by any chance… see any of me?”
Wonwoo began coughing and refused to make eye contact with you. His cheeks were becoming rosy, and he looked at you. “Yeah. But don’t worry about it. I’m not like that, I swear. I’ve never even had a girlfriend.”
It was your turn to be uncomfortable. “You’ve never had a girlfriend? How old are you?”
“I’m almost twenty-two…”
“Why not? You seem completely normal. If a psycho like Jason could get a girlfriend, you easily could.”
“But a psycho like your ex also goes out and talks to people. This… this is my life. I don’t talk to people unless it’s over the computer. How am I supposed to meet someone?”
“Haven’t you ever heard of online dating?”
“God, I’m not that pathetic.”
The computer pinged, and you both turned to look at it. Jason had replied.
who is this
IT DOESN’T MATTER. YOU’LL NEVER FIND ME ANYWAY
who tf is this i swear to god i will find you and beat your ass
YOU MIGHT BE SMART BUT I AM SMARTER.
how did you get that picture of my dick
I HAVE MORE
who is giving this to you
NO ONE OF ANY IMPORTANCE. STAY AWAY FROM ________ OR I’LL LEAK THEM
nice try
Wonwoo looked at you expectantly. “What do you want to do?”
“Keep it up. Send in more.”
image: sent
wtf
I HAVE MORE
leave me alone
NOT UNTIL YOU LEAVE _______ ALONE
who are you you’re not her she’s above this
IT ISN’T RELEVANT
ok fine but ur fucking weird
LEAVE ________ ALONE
nah bro. I gotta have fun in mexico with my fam but this conversation isnt over be back in two hours
“Now all we can do is wait,” he said.
“I don’t know why he’s so dumb. If someone was blackmailing me, I’d just stop whatever I was doing.”
“Not to be rude, but apparently you don’t have good taste in intelligent men. Or in men in general.”
“You’re kinda rude, you know that?”
“I’m more socially awkward than rude. It’s usually pretty hard for me to talk to someone like we are now.”
“Aren’t I special?”
“Yeah, actually, you kinda are.”
“Aw, you say I have shit taste in men and then tell me I’m special. My heart is melting,” you deadpanned.
“It’s true. This guy doesn’t have common sense, sends shitty dick pics, treats you like shit, and did I mention that he’s also not that much of a looker?”
“You think I don’t know that he’s a terrible, ugly, dumb person?”
“I think you’re way out of his league.”
“Oh,” you said quietly. You felt your face flush but refused to look at him. “Can we talk about anything else? You know basically everything about me; it’s my turn to know everything about you.”
In most cases, Wonwoo would’ve objected completely. This wasn’t comfortable for him, it wasn’t fun, either. But when it came to you, he was okay with it. You were open about yourself with him, so he didn’t see any reason not to be open with you. Besides, he’d practically seen you naked at this point, so he knew you couldn’t judge him.
The conversation flowed easily, the both of you talking about your family, your lives before college, the college experience, your friends, your interests, the things that made you happy, the things that made you cry. With every sentence exchanged, you felt a stronger connection to Wonwoo. This time when you felt that he was going to be important in your life, you knew that it wasn’t your brain being dumb and desperate. It was honest, and it was real.
Before the either of you realized it, the two hours were up and Jason had replied. Again, it was something stupid.
I’m not fucking dumb. I know how to hack too. I swear on my life that i will find out whoever you are. you can’t hide from me
This time Wonwoo looked genuinely concerned. He turned to you and asked, “Do you think he actually is good enough to find me?”
“Why are you asking me!” you exclaimed. “You told me we wouldn’t be caught. I swear to god, Wonwoo, if we get caught, I’m going to beat you up.”
“I know, but he seems smart enough technologically. And if he knows people…”
“The only people he knows that are into IT are the people at this school. And anybody that could help him already knows how insane he is, so I think we’re going to be fine.”
“Okay,” he said as he processed what to do next. “Also, for the record, I don’t think you could beat me up.”
“You’re a literal string bean. I probably weigh way more than you. Just because you’re tall doesn’t mean you can’t get your ass whooped.”
Wonwoo laughed. “I’m starting to really like you,” he blurted. His eyes widened as you looked up at him. “As a friend, of course.”
“Of course.” You took the laptop from hi shands and began typing a message to Jason yourself in an attempt to ease the awkwardness of the situation.
I DON’T THINK YOU’LL BE ABLE TO FIND ME, BUT YOU CAN TRY. DON’T FORGET, I HAVE MORE. I CAN AND WILL USE IT AGAINST YOU IF YOU DON’T TURN YOURSELF IN FOR MANIPULATING, ABUSING, AND STALKING _______.
“Is that really going to work?” asked Wonwoo.
“Of course not,” you laughed. “He’s got his head up his ass. But it will let him know that we’re serious, and when people make it repeatedly obvious that something really bothers them, he stops. But it takes a long time. I don’t know how long you’ll have to do it.”
“He’s such a jerk. I can’t believe you dated him.”
“I didn’t just date him. I told the boy I loved him. Even worse, I slept with him!”
“Spare me the details,” laughed Wonwoo. “What do you want to do now?”
“I think that we’ll just have to top for now. But if I were you, I’d send him one embarrassing secret or picture a day. Don’t say anything, just send it so he knows that it’s you. And then we can meet up sometime soon and actually talk and mess with him.”
“Okay,” he said. “That’ll work. I’ll text you whatever I send.”
“Please don’t,” you said. “I never want to see his nudes ever again. Or his face. Or a drunken video of him professing his love to me.”
“Okay then. I’ll text you when I send him something.”
“Much better.”
“Well, I should get going now,” Wonwoo said quietly. “I’ll see you around.”
“Thanks for this,” you said, “and the takeout.”
“My pleasure.”
As Wonwoo left the apartment, you began to wonder what this all meant. He couldn’t like you, could he? He didn’t believe in loving right away, but did that spread to liking? You waited until Krystal got home to discuss it. She was far better versed in this area and would be able to give you good advice. Krystal texted you around six saying that she was finally leaving Kai’s since Taemin would be back from vacation and that she was heading home. You were waiting for her in the living room, and the moment she walked through the door, you began blurting out everything that happened.
“Oh my god, does Jeon Wonwoo have a crush on the ______ ______?” asked Krystal.
“I don’t know, that’s why I’m asking you!” you replied.
“I think he does!” Krystal said. “Actually, I know he does. Keep up the good work, tiger.” She winked at you and walked away.
“Wait!” you called out. “What do I do?”
“I don’t know,” she replied. “Wonwoo’s… he’s quiet, shy. You’re going to have to take this slow.”
“Okay,” you said. “I think I am more than capable of doing that.”
The weeks went by of blink-and-you-miss-it flirting over text messages with Wonwoo. The texts were pretty mundane, but you had found yourself loving every time your phone pinged with a notification from Wonwoo. You met up once a week to message Jason together, and each time something would happen. The brush of fingertips, an arm around a shoulder, a shared laugh, thighs touching while you sat. Nothing about what the two of you had was platonic.
After a few days, Wonwoo asked you two to meet up again. This time, it was at his apartment rather than yours. Krystal and Kai were throwing a small party, and Wonwoo didn’t want to be there, so you obliged to meeting with him at his home.
Wonwoo’s apartment was vintage, beige, and filled with things you never would’ve imagined it to be. There were books everywhere, a record player, and a leather sofa that looked straight out of a fifties movie.
“So you know we’re pretty close to cracking him,” Wonwoo said. “I mean, did you see those last messages? He sounded like he was going to have an emotional breakdown.”
“Yeah,” you muttered.
“Did I do something wrong?” asked Wonwoo, noticing the hesitation in your voice and attitude.
“No, no,” you said. “I just wonder if I did.”
“What do you mean?”
“Am I any better than him by blackmailing him?”
Wonwoo was at a loss for words. He looked at you, and then back at the ground. “I honestly don’t know” was his response. He took your hands in his and gave them a gentle squeeze. “Maybe what we did was wrong, but he also did something wrong.”
“Two wrongs don’t make a right, Wonwoo,” you replied. “I feel like a terrible person. I know I hate Jason, but I also know I’m better than this.”
“Well, we can stop,” he said. “We’ll stop right now.”
Wonwoo pulled out his laptop and opened the program he had been using to communicate with Jason.
I’VE DECIDED TO LET YOU BE. WHAT I AM DOING TO YOU IS JUST AS BAD AS WHAT YOU DID TO ______.
nah its worse fuck u tho
GOODBYE
ya know idk u but u got balls. ______ is lucky to have u ik im psycho when it comes to her but i want her to have the best. I mean the best is me but u seem pretty good too
GOODBYE
You looked up shyly at Wonwoo. “So he thinks you’re my boyfriend, huh?”
“I mean, I’ve been at it for weeks. Almost two months, even,” he said.
“Wonwoo,” you said, getting up. “I think I should go.”
“Why?”
“Well, we did what we meant to do. Blackmail Jason, and now it’s over, so I should go.”
Wonwoo stood up with you. “Okay.” He walked you to the door and watched you put on your shoes before he did the unthinkable. He grabbed you by the arm, pulled you up to him, and placed his mouth on yours. It’s sweet, but it’s short lived because Wonwoo immediately pulled away to look at you.
“I’m sorry,” he mumbled. Instead, you just laugh, and you pull him down to you. Suddenly, your arms are around his neck and his hands are in your hair and you are feeling everything and nothing at the same time. And then you’re laughing, and he’s laughing, and you pull away to catch your breath.
“Wow,” he said. “That’s…”
“That’s what?”
“Wow.”
“Yeah,” you muttered, pulling him in for a hug. He buried his face in your hair and then lifted your chin up for one more kiss.
“Are you sure you want to go?” he asked.
“I’m sure I want to stay.”
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