Chapter 1015: A Job That Slowly Kills You

Jisung screamed, capturing the attention of everyone in the room. It was such a terrifying sound, and it made June, who was on the rooftop, stop for a moment.

"June, right here!" the photographer exclaimed.

He paused for a moment and held up his hand. "Please wait," he said.

The photographer frowned. "Is there anything wrong?"

June could feel it. Something bad had happened. He just didn't know why.

For the past couple of days, there really has been some tension in their group. It wasn't anything internal. The feeling of being followed was just really strong.

It was strange since no one really knew about his apartment, so it has been their safe haven since. However, someone managed to break the peace.

Aside from that, they even felt it inside their company.

June knew that he was being overly wary. He had checked plenty of times, and he hadn't found anything tangible. However, the thought of someone following them was putting him on edge.

Just then, he heard the faintest scream, making him stand.

"Uhh," the photographer muttered. "Are you really okay?"

"Please excuse me for a moment," he said as he ran to their room. The others were confused, with Jaeyong trying to stop him. However, he continued his journey to their room.

Meanwhile, the makeup artists had also noticed the presence of the person inside the vent, and they were screaming their heads off. Jisung was crouched on the ground while Ren called for the police.

The sound of someone crawling on the vents was heard inside the room, making the situation feel more real.

Finally, June arrived at the room and saw the chaos that they were in.

Ren stopped speaking for a moment and sighed in relief when he saw June. Somehow, having him there felt really reassuring.

"What's happening?" he asked.

Ren clicked his tongue. "Someone was in the vent trying to take photos of us."

June clicked his tongue and ran to where the vent was. He was about to go up and open it with his bare hands, but the security personnel had arrived, and they stopped June before he could ruin the property.

"Allow us, sir," one of them said. "Someone is already on the other side of the vent, waiting for the stalker to come out."

June sighed and massaged the bridge of his nose. "How does a person even get up here? It's the 14th floor," he muttered.

The security personnel scratched the back of his neck. "Apologies, sir. We'll look into it."

June nodded and went to where Jisung was, placing a hand on his shoulder.

"Are you alright?" he asked.

Jisung kept muttering something under his breath.

"They're out to get me," he said, his eyes wide with shock.

June bit his lip as he watched him. This wasn't good. He sighed and firmly pressed on his shoulder, snapping him back to reality.

"Jisung, we're here," he assured. "You're fine. The stalker is gone, okay?"

Jisung finally snapped out of his daze and looked at June.

"The stalker is gone?" he muttered.

"Hmm," June hummed. "The police are on their way."

Jisung sighed in relief. However, it still didn't take away his worry.

"For how long, though?" he whispered.

June pursed his lips since he also didn't know the answer to it. Having obsessive fans was something that every group had-it was especially worse in K-pop since idols mostly keep the topic under the rug.

It had been going on forever, and although it had become better, it was still awful.

The other members, along with the staff members, had also been informed, and they were worried about the outcomes of the photoshoot.

"Our concert is in two weeks," Jaeyong said. "Can we reschedule the photoshoot?"

Their assistant manager looked at their timetable and sighed in disappointment. "I really wish we could," she said. "However, the other days are filled with other promotional videos for the concert. You guys have to be a guest for shows, too. I'm really sorry." Jaeyong sighed and massaged the bridge of his nose. "Can you continue?" Akira asked.

Akira nodded. "Yeah. I'm just worried for Jisung."

"I'll talk to him," he muttered.

Jaeyong went to where Jisung and June were. After the incident, they had opted to continue prepping at the rooftop as it was more open.

Jisung was getting the last details of his makeup finished, with the makeup artist still a little bit traumatized from what happened just a few moments ago.

Jaeyong gently patted Jisung's shoulder. "Hey, it's alright if you step out. I can ask Jay to move your photoshoot."

Jisung shook his head and smiled. "I'm fine," he said. "Just a little bit shaken up, but I'll live. I don't want to repeat this again."

"Besides," he continued. "We still have our group shots. I don't want to be a hassle to you,

guys."

June sighed. "We can do it on another day if you'd like. We don't mind."

"Yeah," Jaeyong agreed.

"Nah," Jisung said, finally standing from his seat. "Let's just get this over with."

With that, he went to the photo zone without saying another word. Then, the photographer

snapped his pictures.

Meanwhile, Jaeyong and June watched the scene before them with pursed lips.

"Harsh, isn't it?" Jaeyong asked.

"Hmm," June merely hummed.

"It's truly the nature of our job," he continued. "We have broken away from a toxic company, but this is one thing that we can't truly control-our fans."

"They're the ones we love yet hate the most."

June shook his head, crossing his arms in front of his chest. "Can you call stalkers as fans?"

Jaeyong chuckled. "Well, they started as fans, if you think about it. Ah, this is truly difficult. Jisung is the sweetest guy in the industry. He loves being an idol so much. He also loves

meeting his fans."

"I would hate for him to lose that passion," he muttered.

June bit his lip and looked at Jisung. He was professional as usual, but there was something

missing in his gaze. They lacked the spark that they usually held.

June didn't want to see it a bright person slowly losing their spark.