➴ broadcasting station。

@son seungwan. Backing up he tilted his head at her, "Creep? First of all, I am not a creep, I don't even know who you are. A LAWYER FOR WHAT?! I didn't do anything illegal, the only illegal thing being done here is the person following you, that was not me!" A little bit of anger singed through Youngkyun at this point, who did this woman think she was? Sighing a bit he looked back at her, looked around at the phones, and said quietly to her, "I think you should calm down a bit and notice that people here are recording us, so maybe me and you call it a misunderstanding and we go someplace where we can converse together and straighten this out and maybe fix this whole mess. But if you think that I am truly the person that you are mentioning, then continue with your temper tantrum Miss?" Tilting his head curiously, he never got her name actually and he wanted to know it so he could at least address her correctly.

"You are going to tell me your name right? I mean we should at least get to that point before you go all PSYCHO on me." Whispering a bit loudly, he said this part and laughed at the word "Psycho" That is what she was to him a completely psychotic person just randomly calling him out in the middle of a crowd and now it has created a spectacle. The whole block was quiet you could hear a snail crawling against the ground and the grease that it leaves behind just like the grease on the city streets, that stays here forever, this moment will be here forever too. "I also can tell that I am very much so taller than you in this situation too, and I let you bring me down to your level because I am not a violent person, I just want to show you a photograph of a hooded man wearing glasses looking like he was following you, is that too much to ask for? I was only taking photos of the new broadcasting station that got put up and of the city life as well. I make it into a leisure photo album that I post on social media, so people can see what it is like to live in the city. I can show you my Instagram handle if you don't believe me."

Sighing he took out his phone and shook his head, of all the dumb things that he could get caught up in, why did this have to be how he was spending his day off, he should have just become a janitor, then he would just clean the messes not make them. Such a random thought popping through his head in a serious time caused him to laugh again, "Sorry I was thinking of a funny scenario, anyways, here look at my phone." He handed her the phone and showed her the albums that he makes of people in the city and how he edits them in a certain amber hue.

@kim youngkyun. "hey! wait!" she should have anticipated the man to bolt. anyone sensible would if they were shouted at, especially if there was something to hide or guilt to run from. unfortunately for him, she had nothing but time and the last remnants of afternoon caffeine coursing through her veins. her bag slides off her shoulder, dropping it where the sprinter once stood, as she takes off after him. no longer burdened by the weight and ignoring the strain in her legs from months — honestly, years — of a sedentary lifestyle, she is leaps and bounds lighter and faster than before.

however, that is not enough to accommodate the increasing distance separating them. curse her height! curse /his/ height! she can feel her heart racing and lungs begin to tighten and burn, and as he shows no signs of slowing, she fears losing him for good. however, if not by the grace of fate, she can only count her blessings when the man stumbles over his second mistake of the day. the first, of course, keeping the flash on to where she could catch him in the act. and catch him she did.

as her feet slow to a stop, her shoulders rise and fall in erratic succession to compensate for the oxygen lost. a humorless chuckle escapes her as she heaves another breath and rolls her eyes before narrowing them back at her perpetrator. "who am i? i think you very well know who i am." was this man trying to act coy now? did he think she was stupid? if anything, he just confessed to his crimes, blatantly admitting to his sick acts. she raises a hand to his shirt, bundling a fistful of the fabric in her knuckles and dragging the man — allegedly named 'kim youngkyun,' if that wasn't a pseudonym meant to throw her off — down to meet him face to face. "i don't need help. but you will. better hope you have a good lawyer cause i'm taking you right to the police. you can't torment me anymore, you sick ing creep!"

caught up in the moment, she doesn't realize the swarm of bystanders that begin to surround them, whispering amongst themselves and pointing their phones at the sidewalk spectacle. nor could seungwan give a damn even if she had noticed. she finally had the man who had been controlling her life within her grasp and, once and for all, she would be able to sleep soundly tonight, knowing he was going to rot behind bars.

@son seungwan. Youngkyun was just minding his own business, left foot then right foot, right foot left foot, left is right, right is left, all of that good nursery rhyme jazz that he had in his mind for some reason. He had a weird way of keeping his mind off of things, and because of that it got him into trouble, and on this particular day, he wished he was paying attention more. He was taking pictures of the scenery by the broadcasting station, it was a new one that was built and it had some nice aesthetics that he figured he could use in a leisure album that he could create about the city, something that he had been planning for a while. He had heard about some weird shenanigans happening around the city but that was nothing new to him, he enjoyed the chaotic nature of the city, it made for some great content for his photos.

Taking some photos of some people coming out from the broadcasting station, he got some smiles and some people were just annoyed he was taking a photo, nonetheless it was all fun to him and he would never use or develop someone's photo that looked like they were not having fun, there was a particular looking fellow in a hoodie with some glasses that was following close behind a female that caught Kyun's attention. "How odd, he is following quite close isn't he?" He took out his Fujifilm that can instantly print photos, clicked the capture button, and took a photo in a frame of the girl and the man, the girl looked like she was a bit paranoid and the second the camera flash went off the male ran right by him and Kyun fell to the ground. "Hey! Watch where you are going!?" Shaking his head he stood up and he noticed a girl pointing at him. It was the girl he took a photo of, "Wait what? Do I know you or something?"

Youngkyun put the photo in his back pocket and looked straight into the eyes of the woman that was walking up to him and she had a death stare that can stop a lion or a bear in its tracks. Feeling his flight or fight ready to kick in, his friends would not be proud of him.

He ran, he is a coward after all, running down the corner of the street, he bumped into a hotdog stand and he fell to the ground. "Sorry, sorry! Crazy lad-" He stopped as he approached her again. "Hi, I am Kim Youngkyun, I am a photographer, and uh.. who are you exactly?" He looked up at her sighing and standing up, his tall stature of 179 centimeters towering over her and looking down as he stood up straight. "Are you lost, do you need help at all?" He is know remembering the photo in his back pocket that he put there before running off. "I have a photo for you, do you want it, I took it of-" He stopped fearing he would get cut off and how stupid he sounded also.

@kim youngkyun. when seungwan leaves the station, it is not without caution. regardless of where the sun sits in a cloud-clad sky, she holds her bag that much closer and her body that much straighter — a poor attempt to appear intimidating at a staggering 160 centimeters. it wasn't always like this, living in wariness of her surroundings. or at least, not to this degree. but after heavy-breathed phone calls in the middle of the night and chilling letters sent to her home and workplace, it seemed only natural to be consumed by fear.

and the police weren't going to do anything. 'call us again when the person takes action,' they said. yeah. sure. if she's not dead by then. if her body was still recognizable and not stuffed in some suitcase and stashed under layers of wooden floorboards and cement. god, those nightly true crime documentaries were not doing her psyche any favors.

what has gone on for weeks, if not a little over a month, has resulted in only petty threats and creepy behavior. however, she would not be so foolish to believe that is the extent of what this person could do. would not allow herself to, for a moment, be lulled into a false sense of security. but, where one might believe concern to weigh heaviest on her shoulders, her ire has begun to boil.

though not to mistake herself or anyone, trepidation still loomed not far behind. that was telling enough from every chill that shot up her spine or stare that lingered for a second too long. but she could not live in these conditions anymore. she had already let it rule her waking moments and run through reels of nightmares.

as she walks to join the mass heading home after another day's work, a glimmer catches in the corner of her eye. blinding, in all respects. her nose wrinkles and eyes squint at the light as she turns to face the offender. it takes a moment to adjust to the fragment reflected in her direction, but as her pupils adjust and narrow in, all she makes out is the silhouette of an unfamiliar man and — a camera! before logic can take over, she is already stomping over in the man's direction, weaving through bodies heading in the opposite direction. she doesn't want to scare him off, lest she lose sight of him, or lose him altogether. but as she nears, she is unable to subdue the rage that bubbles forth from weeks of pent-up irritation and lost hours of sleep, shouting out: "you!"