My alarm woke me up at six. It was a Saturday. And from my studies about Jongin yesterday, he would appear in a dancing studio every Saturday at eight o'clock. I packed everything I needed and took the bus to the studio. On my way I planed everything. I would look for a building next to the studio where I have a good sight and enough distance. That's why I was there so early. If there was not such a nearby building I would have to stick to plan B and that was direct attack.

I got to the address and there was enough time to prepare everything. I quickly got on the roof of the building across the studio. Unfortunately, I could not see very well. I packed all of my things again and moved downstairs. This was just great...

I had to get into that studio. Maybe I could just convince Jongin to let me in. He would arrive in half an hour. Altough I decided to wait, I tried to knock and noticed that the entrance door was not even locked. The feeling that this could be a challenge was gone and I felt bored. It was too easy.

I sneaked in, maybe there was someone inside but I was proven wrong. No one was here.

Suddenly I heard voices. More than just a few. Instinctively I hid in a closet. Good old times, I thought. The voices were coming closer and I could not identify even one.

"Good job, guys!", one of them said. It was a male voice. "Except for you, Changsun!"

"Hey! Don't be so mean, Seungho!", another guy screamed back.

"But Hyung is telling the truth!", a third one joined the conversation.

"Okay, let's get our stuff and go before Jongin comes", the first one, Seungho, said.

"Hyung, it seems you don't like him", someone giggled.

"No, I don't, Byunghee", he responded. "He is... weird. Haven't you ever noticed?"

"Noticed what?", Byunghee asked and I was thinking the same. Was there anything wrong with Jongin?

"Man, I don't know but he is alone all the time and have you ever seen him with friends? Maybe there is a reason for that...", he explained.

"Maybe you just don't like him because he is a better dancer than you", one of them said and laughed.

"Aish, just shut up, Sanghyun! You'll lose one arm!", Seungho threatens his friend.

The voices got quieter, they seemed to move away. "I talked to him once and he seemed like a nice guy."

With that they were gone. I slowly got out of the closet.

Was he really that weird? Were they speaking the truth? This situation kind of reminded me on my own. Not now but in former times when I was a kid. It seemed like I was even more lucky than Jongin. I had a best friend.

I pushed that thought away, I had to concentrate. Thinking of my best friend only made me get sensitive.

Suddenly I heard the door move. Again I hid in the closet. That must be Jongin. I could not see him due I was hiding but it had to be him.

He quickly moved to the dancing room and I came out of the closet again. I decided to watch him and try to figure out how to take him out. Jongin must be a quick dresser because I already heard his shoes squeak. I opened the door slightly and had a look. That person in front of me was moving quite elegant and it was just beautiful to watch. Somehow, I had a weird feeling. I had to kill this creature dancing in front of me.

I managed to trip and was now in the dancing room, fully visible for Jongin. Usually this did not happen to me. I was one of the most careful and exact people alive. You could also compare me to a ninja.

I looked up. Afraid he was standing right in front of me. He did stand right in front of me.

I forced myself to smile. Gosh, this was embarrassing.

"Hello?", he asked and I could see that he was sceptic.

"Hi!", I greeted him with a bright smile.

"Can I... can I help you?", he asked curious.

I was not able to speak. I was overwhelmed with feels. It was the first time I did not want to stick to my orders.

"Are you Jongin?", I asked carefully. Of course, I knew that the confused person in front of me was Jongin but I still asked.

"Yes", he said. "And who are you? What do you want?"

I had never been in a situation like that. I didn't know what to say or what to do. I had never been caught and my victims had not even been able to talk to me until now.

"Okay, look you stalker. I'll call the police now", he said and walked back to the wardrobe.

Quickly I was up and ran towards him. Now he was the one that was overwhelmed. I had pressed him against the wall. We were now centimeters apart.

"I would not recommend calling the police", I said and regretted my choice of words. It sounded a bit embarrassing. What am I trying to do?

"Who are you?", he asked and I glanced at his furious eyes. He tried to push me off but I was too strong. "Why are you doing this? What do you want?!"

He started screaming now and I noticed that the anger went away but he started worrying instead. He knew he could not escape.

I forced myself to grab something from my pocket and held it against Jongin's head.

"Please! No! Don't shoot! PLEASE!", he screamed as he noticed the gun in my hand. "Please! I'll do anything, but DON'T SHOOT!"