You’d heard about crazy fans, even seen a few of your bandmates on the receiving end of some concerning letters, but you never thought it might happen to you.
TW: Stalking, unhealthy parasocial relationship, harassment
♡ - You see countless fans at meet and greets and it’s impossible to remember them all, even if you make an effort. When some girl named Laura comes around, she’s nervous, trembling, chewing her nails. She can barely stammer out a greeting.
♡ - Hi. My name’s - my name is, erm. I’m… I’m Laura.”
♡ - You give her a sympathetic smile. It’s nothing you aren’t used to - in fact your manager ensures you and all your fellow idol bandmates are coached on how to deal with nervous fans.
♡ - You greet her, tell her it’s so nice to meet her, thank her for all her support. Nothing special, just what you tell every fan. Yet her eyes seem to light up, as her face goes red with a fierce blush. Security ushers her along, and she’s gone. You’ve forgotten all about her by the time the next person in the queue comes along.
♡ - And it would have stayed that way if she hadn’t come back.
♡ - Several fans later, you’re surprised to see her in the queue again. She’s just as nervous before, maybe even more so, and she’s wringing her hands.
♡ - She looks as though she’s about to burst into tears.
♡ - You chuckle and make a joke to try and cheer her up. “Back so soon?” You ask her, to which she gives you another nervous smile.
♡ - But there’s something off about it - too much teeth in her grin, her eyes too wide.
♡ - She says something to you, but it’s incomprehensible. You politely nod and try to rush her along, feeling the hairs on the back of your neck standing on end.
♡ - You see Laura a third time that night just as you are leaving. She’s sobbing and begging a security guard to be let in somewhere. Your manager ushers you away quickly.
♡ - It’s weeks afterwards and slowly you have put the strange occurrence out of your mind. These things happen - overzealous fans aren’t uncommon.
♡ - You sit down to open some of your fanmail, and scan over the first letter you pick up, freezing when you see the name underneath - Laura.
♡ - Thinking perhaps it’s just a creepy coincidence you open another, then another, then another.
♡ - Hundreds, all in the same writing, with the same colour ink, all signed Laura.
♡ - The postmarks on the envelopes show that many were posted the same day. Some are short, some are longer, yet all of them amount to the same message. You pick up the first letter again, this time reading it properly, your stomach twisting with nausea.
♡ - “I’m sorry I was a coward and couldn’t confess my love for you at the meet and greet. I was so nervous seeing you again. But I shan’t give up. We’ll find each other again soon. - Laura xxx”
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