Confronting the Stalker

"Want me to tear your ass?"

I looked at her phone together with my sister. The content was right there.

This ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠guy was a real psycho. A 100% obedient lunatic. Well, no wonder he was pulling stalker shit like this.

Words failed me. Amazing, really. Was this guy even born human? I couldn't help but be stunned.

The number had the same structure as the previous ones. All the attached photos were of my sister. She was trembling, her face crumpled in tears.

"Ah, ahh, what do I do? What do I do? This guy's still at it!"

"This is a legit psycho. Hyaah."

I slowly scrolled through the photos. Something felt off the more I looked. I went back and examined each one carefully. I was speechless.

These photos... the timestamps and locations are all different? And the last one—she's in that blue dress from the awards ceremony?

I wet my dry lips. The stalker might be closer than I thought. These were snapped so casually. Did that mean the stalker was at the awards ceremony?

There's only one photo of her in the dress, coming out of the building, but still... better safe than sorry.

And there was even a photo of her heading into the bathroom. You can't take that unless you're right up close. It didn't seem like he'd attached every photo the stalker had taken. Probably just sent a few to intimidate or pressure her. No need to send them all—might give away his identity.

"Ahh, what am I gonna do..."

"Sis, it's okay, it'll be fine."

I pulled her into a warm embrace. I stroked her cheek as we shared our warmth. She burst into tears in my arms. My chest grew wet with her tears.

Hoseong hyung will probably fill me in soon anyway. What a mess.

I sighed and rubbed her back. The whole situation was bizarre. Just moments ago, we'd been face-fucking, and now here I was comforting her.

Anyway, when I catch this bastard, he's dead. I'll fuck him up worse than I did Kang Ji-hoon.

Guys like this shouldn't get lenient punishment for society's sake. Rehabilitation? Hell, some dude who got an ankle monitor for child rape just reoffended not long ago. Rehabilitation for who?

If the law and cops won't protect us, we have to do it ourselves.

I clenched my fist tight. First, I faced her and wiped away her tears with a smile. I could see her finally stopping her sobs as she looked at me.

"Sis."

"Y-yeah? Hic."

"I'll handle this somehow, so don't worry too much. I'll catch this fucker for sure."

"Y-yeah, hic."

"Go rest for now."

I finally calmed her down and sent her to her room. With a sigh, I went to the window and scanned the surroundings—just in case. No one there.

At least he's not nearby. We'll see where you are.

I lay down on the bed. Letting out a long sigh, I resolved myself. I'd protect my sister no matter what. From that filthy stalker.

The next day at noon, I went to meet Hoseong. No schedule today, so no manager duties.

I entered Hoseong's place. Third time here? Might actually get attached.

Hoseong was already waiting. Delicious smells filled the air.

"Yo, you made it? It's about lunchtime, so let's eat first."

"Jajangmyeon and tangsuyuk?"

"Ordered it to arrive right when you'd get here. Want anything else?"

"Nah, this is plenty—thanks. Look at all this. Jackpot."

Somehow, I ended up eating with Hoseong. I chuckled during the meal. Yeah, this was the friendly guy Hoseong was. Wonder when the world would ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠recognize him.

He even asked me casually.

"Bu-sik or jjak-sik?"

"Jjak-sik!"

"Knew it!"

We grinned and dug in. Surprisingly good. The tangsuyuk was perfectly crispy outside, tender inside. The jajangmyeon was light yet deeply flavorful.

"Hard to find good jajangmyeon these days. This place is killer."

"Right? Been around 15 years. The chef's got real skill."

"Hyaah."

"And delivery fee's just 1,000 won—real man's shop."

"Nice."

Way better than those chain places on another level. We chatted amiably with smiles. Finished the meal happily. Cleaned up, then had some coffee.

Man, haven't been this full from Chinese food in ages.

There used to be a great spot nearby, but it closed last year. Thought I'd never taste good jajangmyeon again. My heart weeps.

Hoseong sat down and gestured.

"Anyway, I dug it all up."

"Ooh! What'd you find?"

"Check this out. Traced the number, and bam—location pinpointed right away."

"Where?"

I saw a cluster of monitors in front of me. A map section popped up in one spot. A small address showed, but mostly coordinates I didn't recognize.

"Wait, where's this? Coordinates?"

"Gangnam. Specifically, not far from Hangang Park."

"Huh?"

"You know, that area with all the big buildings clustered. Right there."

I was shocked. Looked like my sister's agency building.

My heart raced unnecessarily. "Can't zoom in more?"

"Can do! Here."

Hoseong zoomed in. Yep, confirmed. Speechless. Why this address?

Hoseong spoke leisurely. "Address locked here. Added a few extra features myself."

"Extra features?"

"Told you last time—the system's not perfect yet."

"Yeah."

"This system I built? It's evolving. Call it growing."

Amazing. Surprise spread through me like mint. Possible? Well, in an AI world that learns, sure.

Hoseong pointed to a monitor. "Boosted proactivity and intuition. Added some coding prompts."

"Hyung, explain it simply!"

"Sorry. Anyway, enhanced it to pinpoint the guy's location five minutes before and after sending the message."

I was purely awed. This was straight-up movie hacker level.

Several map snippets appeared on the monitor. Hoseong pointed them out one by one.

"See? All circling the same building."

"What?"

It was exactly my sister's agency building. Pretty much confirmed now.

That displeased look toward me, someone closer to her than anyone, that gaze that day.

The stalker was Do-hoon, no doubt. I let out a long breath. My whole body felt like it was boiling.

As I sighed deeply, Hoseong added, "But this stalker... kinda weird."

"Huh? Why?"

Weird? Yeah, how does a normal-born guy do shit like this? Criminals just think different. They'd cozy up in prison after this crap.

"Nah, look—the number changes right before and after the message."

"Some program?"

"Dunno if those exist for civilians."

"Anyway, seriously thanks."

"Hey, if you're grateful, wanna team up on a job with me?"

Sudden job offer. I don't do reviews. I tilted my head.

Hoseong glanced around, sipped his coffee, and grinned slyly.

"Remember what I mentioned before?"

"Yeah, janitor."

"More like urban fixer."

"Fixer?"

Sounded like something out of a novel. What was this hyung up to?

Not just cleaning, that's for sure. That'd be volunteer work. Did some in school—zero fun.

Hoseong shook his head. "Nah, ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠not that. Your thing's urgent—go handle it."

Now I was even more curious. But dealing with Do-hoon came first.

"Yeah, got a suspect. I'll hit you up after."

"Cool, waiting."

I left Hoseong's immediately. Took a deep breath and loosened up. Big fight coming maybe.

This manager prick pulling this shit. Unbelievable.

Should treat her like family, protect her. Instead, some promising agency talent does this? Can't forgive scum like that nicely.

Legal stuff? Sure, but forgiveness from a judge comes last.

You're getting beaten today.

First, called my sister. She picked up right away.

"Sis."

"That Do-hoon guy— he at the agency now?"

"Nothing much—just wanna get some manager advice. He seems cool."

"Got it."

Perfect timing—he was at the agency building. Served up on a platter. Hurried over on foot and arrived.

About to enter, but unexpected obstacle.

"Ah, shit."

Dial pad. Problem: no clue what code.

Was this ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠here last time? Probably trailed behind sis or others, didn't notice.

Stuck. No way in.

Makes sense in this day and age. Terrorism, knife attacks everywhere. Gotta secure it. But no turning back.

Was about to ask sis when—

"Hello?"

A bright woman's voice tickled my ears. Turned around.

"Yes? Oh."

It was that model colleague of sis's from before. Gal-like look stuck in my mind. And the one who seemed into me.

She asked me.

"What brings you here? Sona has no schedule today."

"Uh, wanna meet that Do-hoon guy."

"Huh? Why Do-hoon oppa?"

"Wanna be a better manager. Help sis however."

I scratched my head answering. Wasn't lying.

She looked surprised, eyes sparkling. Wow, she's really pretty.

"Whoa, such a cool little bro!"

"Haha."

"I'm An So-dam, by the way."

"Sung Si-hyeok."

"One sec."

So-dam punched the dial and went in. Followed her. Glancing, saw her figure. That ass swaying♡ Springy-looking. But the real star was her chest. Tanned, perfectly ripe body. Massive rack, no envy needed. Models aren't for just anyone.

No, focus!

Got in easy thanks to her. Lucky.

So-dam pointed up. "This time, he's probably chilling in the 8th-floor lounge garden."

"Thanks!"

"Hehe, follow my Insta sometime—come play!"

She winked and left. Took the elevator straight up.

Big building, lots of space. Curious.

How much to buy a place like this? Astronomical cash. Not that I want something flashy. But wonder what it's like ruling like a king here.

Heart's pounding.

Walked the 8th-floor hall, opened a big glass door—garden appeared. This was the lounge.

Bigger than expected. Thought it was like a luxury apt community space.

Looked around, spotted one guy. Just stubbed out a cig in the ashtray. Do-hoon.

Sensed me and turned. "You?"

"Hey. Got some questions for you today."

"Told you never come back here."

"Ha, you rent the whole place or what?"

Closed in till arm's reach. Stared him down. Dog-shit stalker bastard.

Do-hoon sneered. "Your mouth says you're poorly raised. That's how your parents taught you?"

"Better than you, right? Seems you're doing fine that way."

"Better than some fake manager swayed by a moment's emotion."

"Think carefully. Your ass might get torn."

I'll wreck you so bad you can't walk. Make you regret it.

He laughed, loosening up. "We'll see, kid."

We charged at each other.