Watched — Creepy Allen Pt.8
→ pt.7 ↳ pt.9
────────────
Synopsis:
Y/n thought her life was completely normal.. work, sleep, repeat. What she doesn't know is that ever since she signed up for the mysterious I.K.F.C. site, someone has been watching her every move. Allen knows her schedule, her habits, even the little things she posts online. But when a night out suddenly turns dangerous, the line between stalker and protector starts to blur.
────────────
Warnings:
stalking, obsessive behavior, invasion of privacy, hacking, dark themes, attempted assault, paranoia, jealously, creepy behavior, manipulation, non-consensual surveillance, swearing, masturbation and dirty thoughts.
────────────
A few days had passed since the diner.
Somehow, without either of you really talking about it, you and Allen had fallen into a routine.
Good morning texts.
Random messages during work.
Memes at ungodly hours.
Goodnight texts.
It was strange.
You weren’t usually this attached to your phone.
Yet lately, every time it buzzed, you found yourself hoping it was him.
You were currently cleaning your room on your day off, music playing softly from your phone while you sorted through a pile of clothes on your bed.
Allen sat in front of his monitors.
Watching.
As usual.
He rested his chin in his palm as he watched you fold shirts.
God, you were adorable.
How could someone make cleaning look cute?
Then your phone suddenly rang.
Allen glanced at the screen.
A contact name.
Woo-ju.
His eyebrows immediately furrowed.
Who the hell was Woo-ju?
You walked over and picked up your phone.
“Hello?”
Allen turned down the volume on his game.
“Hey, Y/N.”
A guy.
Allen’s face immediately soured.
A guy.
Fantastic.
Just what he needed.
You balanced the phone between your shoulder and ear while continuing to clean.
“Oh. Hey, Woo-ju.”
Allen sat up straighter.
You knew him.
Even worse.
“Sorry for calling randomly,” Woo-ju said. “Did I interrupt anything?”
“Nope. Just cleaning.”
You tossed a hoodie into your laundry basket.
Allen watched your every movement while listening carefully.
Way too carefully.
“Actually,” Woo-ju began, sounding nervous, “I was wondering if you’d maybe want to grab dinner sometime?”
Allen froze.
Completely froze.
The room suddenly felt very quiet.
You paused too.
“Oh.”
Allen narrowed his eyes.
Why were you thinking about it?
The answer should’ve been easy.
No.
Just no.
“I’m sorry,” you said. “I can’t.”
Allen relaxed slightly.
Good.
Smart girl.
“I already have plans.”
Woo-ju laughed awkwardly.
“Oh. Right.”
A brief silence followed.
“Maybe another day then?”
You bit your lip.
Allen immediately noticed.
His eye twitched.
Why were you biting your lip?
“No promises,” you said with a small laugh.
“But maybe.”
Maybe.
Maybe?
Allen nearly choked.
What kind of answer was maybe?
That wasn’t a rejection.
That wasn’t a yes.
That was the worst possible answer.
The conversation ended shortly afterward.
You tossed your phone onto your bed and continued cleaning.
Meanwhile Allen had already opened three different windows.
Woo-ju.
Phone number.
Work contact.
Social media.
Let’s see this idiot.
Within minutes he found everything.
He clicked on a profile picture.
Scoffed.
“Ugly.”
Another picture.
“Definitely ugly.”
Another.
“Who stands like that?”
He clicked again.
“…”
Allen frowned.
Okay.
Maybe not ugly.
But still annoying.
Very annoying.
He closed the tab.
Nope.
Ugly.
Final decision.
Ugly.
⸻
The next morning Allen texted you first.
Good morning.
A few seconds later your reply came.
Morning :)
Allen smiled immediately.
Pathetic.
Absolutely pathetic.
You had typed a smiley face and suddenly his day was better.
After a few more messages he finally typed:
Want to hang out today?
Your reply came almost instantly.
Sure :)
Allen grinned.
Perfect.
⸻
Later that afternoon you arrived at a small café.
Allen was already there waiting.
You smiled when you spotted him.
He immediately stood up.
You noticed that.
You always noticed that.
For some reason Allen always stood whenever you arrived.
It was weirdly sweet.
“Hi.”
“Hey.”
You sat across from him.
The conversation started naturally.
Work.
Movies.
Games.
Random nonsense.
The usual.
Yet Allen couldn’t focus.
Not completely.
Because one thought kept circling inside his head.
Woo-ju.
Woo-ju.
Woo-fucking-ju.
Finally he couldn’t take it anymore.
He stirred his drink.
“So.”
You looked up.
“So?”
“Anything interesting happen yesterday?”
You thought for a second.
“No.”
Allen stared.
Nothing?
Seriously?
The guy asked you out.
How was that not interesting?
You took another sip of your drink.
Completely oblivious.
Then suddenly—
“Y/N?”
Both of you looked up.
Allen already recognized the voice.
His stomach dropped.
No.
No way.
Standing beside the table was a familiar face.
Woo-ju.
Smiling.
Of course.
Of fucking course.
“Oh!” you said.
“Woo-ju!”
Allen’s grip tightened around his coffee cup.
“What are you doing here?” you asked.
“Meeting a friend.”
Woo-ju smiled.
Then noticed Allen.
“Oh.”
You immediately brightened.
“Oh right! Allen, this is Woo-ju. He works with me.”
You turned.
“Woo-ju, this is Allen.”
The two men shook hands.
Allen smiled.
Woo-ju smiled.
Both smiles were completely fake.
“Nice to meet you.”
“You too.”
Liars.
Both of them.
You somehow noticed absolutely nothing.
Woo-ju glanced between the two of you.
Then looked at you.
“So this is the reason you couldn’t do dinner?”
Allen’s eye twitched.
You laughed nervously.
“Something like that.”
Woo-ju nodded.
Allen wanted to launch himself through the window.
Instead he smiled politely.
The conversation lasted only a few minutes before Woo-ju finally checked the time.
“Well, I should get going.”
“See you Monday,” you said.
“See you.”
Woo-ju waved goodbye.
Then left.
Allen watched him walk away.
Good.
Keep walking.
Keep walking.
Don’t come back.
Eventually he disappeared.
You looked back at Allen.
“…You okay?”
“Yeah.”
“You seem annoyed.”
“I’m not.”
“You are.”
“I’m literally not.”
You laughed.
Actually laughed.
Allen immediately looked away.
His ears were turning red.
“You were jealous.”
“No.”
“You totally were.”
“No.”
“You were.”
Allen stared at his drink.
You grinned.
Oh my God.
He was.
That was actually kind of adorable.
“You know I turned him down, right?” you asked softly.
Allen looked up.
“…What?”
“I said no.”
“Oh.”
You smiled.
“Besides.”
Allen immediately paid attention.
“Besides what?”
You leaned forward slightly.
“I already had plans with someone else.”
His brain stopped working.
You smiled into your drink.
Allen looked away.
Completely flustered.
Allen tried to act normal after that.
Keyword: tried.
You were still sitting across from him, stirring your drink slowly, watching him with that same amused look like you knew something he didn’t.
He hated that look.
He also kind of liked it.
“You’re still thinking about it,” you said suddenly.
Allen blinked.
“Thinking about what?”
“Woo-ju.”
“I’m not.”
“You are.”
“I’m literally not.”
You hummed like you didn’t believe him, then leaned back in your seat.
Allen took a sip of his drink just to avoid your eyes.
A few seconds passed.
Too quiet.
Too normal.
Then your leg shifted under the table.
At first, Allen didn’t think anything of it.
Until your foot lightly brushed his.
He paused.
Looked down.
Your foot stayed there.
Not moving away.
Just resting against his.
Allen slowly looked up at you.
You were casually sipping your drink like nothing was happening.
Like you weren’t absolutely messing with his head on purpose.
His ears went red instantly.
You finally looked at him over the rim of your cup.
“What?” you asked innocently.
Allen swallowed.
“Nothing.”
But his voice came out tighter than he meant.
Your foot gently pressed against his again.
Allen’s fingers tightened around his cup.
He looked away immediately.
“You’re—” he started.
“What?” you interrupted softly.
He stopped.
Because you were smiling.
That small, knowing smile again.
Allen cleared his throat.
“You’re distracting.”
You tilted your head.
“Am I?”
The way you said it made his brain stall for half a second.
He exhaled slowly.
“You know you are.”
You hummed in satisfaction.
Your foot stayed there.
Allen gave up trying to pretend he was focused on anything else.
A few seconds later, he leaned back in his chair, rubbing the back of his neck.
“…You’re enjoying this,” he muttered.
You didn’t even deny it.
Instead you just smiled.
That was worse.
Allen looked away again, trying to calm himself down.
Then you spoke casually.
“Hey.”
“Yeah?”
You tapped your finger lightly on your cup.
“Want to come to my place?””
Allen blinked.
“…What?”
You leaned forward slightly.
“Want to hang at my place?”
Silence.
Allen stared at you.
“Right now..?”
“Yeah.”
You said it like it was nothing.
Like it didn’t completely wreck his ability to think straight.
“…really?” he asked carefully.
You nodded once.
“Unless you don’t want to.”
“No— I mean—” he stopped himself, immediately flustered.
“I didn’t mean it like that.”
You smiled again.
“So do you?”
Allen opened his mouth.
Closed it.
Then sighed, dragging a hand down his face.
“…i do.”
You smiled.
Your foot still lightly against his under the table.
“Let’s go.”
That did it for him.
He looked away again, completely losing his composure for a moment.
“…Okay,” he said quietly.
Allen nodded quickly.
Then you stood up, grabbing your bag.
You leaned slightly toward him before leaving.
“You coming or not?”
He groaned immediately but quickly got up.
Of course, he followed behind you.