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TW for stalking. Inspired by videos like the one in the source link.

Despite being closer to nugudom than BTS-level fame, Fable’s Haksu has been the victim of numerous sasengs ever since his debut. They range from more annoying than normal fans to people committing crimes, with a stronger emphasis on crimes.

MARCH / @haksubak

The most is known about Twitter user haksubak, who once posted her entire government name in a picture of her passport and a plane ticket to Seoul. To protect some of her privacy, her first name is Michelle, though she goes by March online. She’s presumably Chinese American, based on her Chinese middle and last names and American passport. As the biggest name in Fable’s English-speaking fandom, she’s seen as an authority on most things related to Fable. She’s supposedly OT8-biased, but anyone who’s ever followed her knows that she likes Haksu the most. She probably doesn’t even know Intak’s name. What most people don’t know is that her reputation was built on some very sasaeng-like behaviors. From the creation of her account in early 2021, she’s always known everything there is to know about Fable’s official schedules and some of their unofficial ones. She used to post about university performances and filming schedules before the fancafe ever did. No international fans ever fact-checked her on those tweets until she jumped on the Zenith Entertainment leaks bandwagon at the end of last year and correctly predicted all the stops and dates for Fable’s world tour.

March is most commonly associated with a GoFundMe scam from the end of 2022, where she posted about needing to pay for surgery for her dog. She surpassed her goal of $3500, and everything was fine for a while. A few months later, one of her friends fell out with her and posted DMs where March bragged about scamming other fans to extend her stay in Korea. She doesn’t even have a dog. She’s been exposed multiple times for both her sasaeng behavior and for scamming people, but her status as the most popular international Fable fan account continues to remain untouched.

EUNMYEONG / @eun__myeong

One of the earliest sasaengs on the scene, Eunmyeong has been a constant and constantly disliked presence since Fable’s debut. Her account dates back to late 2018, and her username is an obvious play on the word 운명 (unmyeong), or destiny. It was also one of Haksu’s most used words shortly after his debut. It was his destiny to debut. It was his destiny to meet his fans. It was his destiny to piss Mingeun off so badly in their debut era that they didn’t speak on camera for two months. You get the point.

Since then, Eunmyeong has proven herself extremely dedicated. She attends multiple fansigns every era, and is probably a good percentage of Fable’s total sales. She’s posted pictures of the stacks and stacks of albums she’s purchased and the shreds of the inclusions featuring members other than Haksu. In the short promotional period of Fable’s last release, she attended all four fansign events. In comparative fansite photos, Haksu looks a little less pleased to see her each time.

Opening her Twitter media at any point subjects you to dozens of pictures of one of Haksu’s photocards held up in front of an apartment building at all times of day. She’s confirmed multiple times that the building she loiters in front of is Fable’s and offers to give other sasaengs the address for a certain price as long as they don’t bias Haksu. Most pictures of the inside of their building, all the way to right outside their apartment doors are her doing. She’s stated multiple times that she also knows what the interior of their apartments look like, but she’s never posted any proof. Not that we want to see any proof.

H.VEN / @chunguk97

H.ven, pronounced “heaven,” is among the most infamous of Haksu’s sasaengs. She first went viral in late 2020 for attending a fansign in a wedding dress. While it seems like that could be the action of a normal but intense and slightly deranged fan, she re-appeared in different wedding dresses multiple times over the next couple of years. She’s also attended all the stops across both of Fable’s world tours except one: the one where Haksu wasn’t there. She posted a picture of her collection of VIP badges, which could probably pay for a year or two of my college education. At the end of their tour, she was the main character of a now extremely iconic airport video of Andrew stepping in front of Haksu and shoving her aside. He shouldn’t have to do that, but I wouldn’t complain if he did it more often.

As if all of that wasn’t enough, H.ven has also thrown hands with airport security not once, not twice, but at least three separate times. Other fan accounts have reported times where she was literally dragged, kicking and screaming, out of the airport. Oh to be a fly on the wall when that happened. During the pre-recording of one of Fable’s music show performances last year, she reportedly fist-fought a fan of another group for a spot close to the stage. According to hearsay, they were both removed from the venue and restarted their brawl the next day at the next pre-recording.

The mainstay of her Twitter account is an ongoing thread of her appearances in the background of official Fable content. She’s been featured in over half of Haksu’s vlogs since he started uploading them in 2019, usually standing around somewhere in the background with her face blurred out. She compiles screenshots and video recordings in tweets anyway. Her thread has gained enough infamy within the fandom to be compiled in YouTube videos running twenty to thirty minutes long.

RIA / @a2uz7ha3k1

With a keyboard smash username that strikes fear into the hearts of kpop stans and idols the world over, Ria is known for buying and selling phone numbers. Her journey as a Fable sasaeng around 2022, when she started offering Haksu’s cell number for sale. She was probably annoyed by H.ven in her mentions every day asking about him. She also offers Byeonghwi, Kiyoung, and Andrew’s numbers for lower prices. Her accounts usually don’t last more than a few days or weeks before being mass-reported by sudden alliances of different fandoms and then deleted. It does nothing to deter her. She hits her keyboard again and is back to selling phone numbers within the hour.

She seems to specialize in doxxing. She was the first to announce that Jaeseop moved out of the Fable dorms and in with his girlfriend, later adding on her full name, workplace, and parents’ names. Eunmyeong didn’t have anything to say about that and she spends all day outside of Fable’s building. Ria was also responsible for a leak of Haksu’s private Instagram that made few waves other than outrage over the invasion of privacy because everyone discovered he was pretty boring and he didn’t post anything too different from his public Instagram. Somehow this did nothing to curtail anyone’s interest in him.

#i wake up in a daze. people are banging on my door & my house is surrounded. i stumble out of bed. check my phone. ria js leaked my address #wait the scamming is kinda funny though.. i dont condone it but i respect it!#she doesnt even have a dog 😭😭#haksu get behind me i’ll sort the problem 🙏

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IN WHICH ... The hopelessly devoted comes face to face with their idol only to find she is not as kind as she seems.

FEATURING ... CHLOE LEE + JUNG JUYEON

TRIGGER WARNINGS ... Self-harm. Abuse of power. Blood. Manipulation. Mentions of past sexual abuse and abusive relationships. Fan x Idol relationship. Juyeon is kinda lowkey a sasaeng, but that's neither here nor there. Mentally Ill Characters.

WORD COUNT … 3K

WRITERS NOTE … This is a dark piece and Chloe is not a good person in it! Finally, got around to finishing this after starting it in March lol I want to say timeline wise this fits right before they left Flowerbank so earlier this year! Not proofread btw! rbs, comments, and asks are always appreciated ♡

“I know everything about you.”

“Oh yeah?”

Juyeon nods like a dumb dog, with wide eyes yet a stoic expression, making Chloe smile brighter at him and tilt her head.

“What’s my favorite color?”

“Purple. Lilac.” He barely even needs a second, causing Chloe to give him an impressed look, nodding. Her eyes scan him slowly as if she’s a snake watching her pray nussle his way through the garden so unaware, so unexpecting.

Chloe hums, inching closer to him. Juyeon’s breath caught slightly at their knees, barely brushing as they sat on her bed. He hopes she doesn’t notice, but she does. Chloe notices everything. She has to. Bad things happen when she doesn’t pay attention. At least that’s what she tells herself, hoping never to repeat her past mistakes.

“What’s my mom’s name?”

“Kimberly. She’s a lawyer. And your dad’s name is Jeff. He’s also a lawyer. He adopted you when you were six.” Chloe is so intrigued by how someone could know so much about a person they never met. Sena is like that with her little celebrity crushes, but Chloe thinks Sena is a loser. She tries not to view Juyeon in such a harsh light, but it’s hard with how he is. He’s a kind loser, though. A kind loser dedicated to her and only her. That makes him different.

Chloe reaches out and puts her hand on his knee. Juyeon blinks down at her hand like he can’t believe she’s really there. Chloe wonders what he’s thinking as he sits in her room in the middle of the night. He looks like a small and fuzzy animal that Chloe can’t think of the name of right now. She bets his heart is beating like crazy, and his mind is racing trying to rationalize how he got here.

He’ll never conclude because there is no rationale behind it. Nothing Chloe does when it comes to men is rational.

“You’re so special, Juyeon. You make me feel safe,” Chloe tells him in a sickly, sweet voice, smiling at him. Juyeon smiles proudly at her words, looking as if he has gained an ounce of confidence right in front of her. Chloe likes that. She likes that a lot.

“Good,” Juyeon nods. “You deserve to feel safe, Chloe.”

Those words strike something in her that makes her lips twitch. It’s true; she deserves to feel safe, so why didn’t she get that liberty years ago? Why did she go through what she did? Why can she still feel the crisp air from that night? Why doesn’t she actually feel safe years later and in the privacy of her own home? Chloe has so many questions she can’t answer and knows no one else can either.

The only person who could give her maybe some closer is dead. A pile of ash remains in the dirt. It’s not like Hyojin would’ve given her the relief of a reason anyway. He wanted Chloe to suffer for as long as she could, and she has.

Chloe inhales deeply through her nose, trying to get out of her head as she looks at Juyeon, who stares at her with nothing but awe and admiration. Chloe tilts her head, reaching out and touching his cheek. He gives that same look of shock as he did when she put her hand on his knee just a moment ago, making her chuckle quietly like she’s endeared.

“Juyeon,” Chloe sings playfully as she leans in closer to him, “Have you ever been touched like this before?”

He’s a grown man, but Chloe isn’t naive. He’s been her fansite for three years. She can’t imagine many women throwing themselves at him, even with his cute exterior. Juyeon is awkward and at times off-putting, but not to Chloe—No, to Chloe, it’s endearing because he only wants her. No one else could want Juyeon because he only wants her. That’s what made him special. That’s what made him safe.

Juyeon shakes his head with a sheepish laugh.

“N-No. I study a lot, and when I don’t study, I…” He motions towards her, tilting his head slightly to lean into her palm, obviously liking the touch. “I’m taking pictures of you…I don’t really talk to girls like this.”

Chloe rubs her lips together, smiling.

“Why not?”

“Hm?” Juyeon raises his brows. Chloe hums. She wants to hear him say it.

“Why don’t you talk to girls? You’re a really handsome guy, Juyeon. Girls probably throw themselves at you.”

Juyeon genuinely laughs at that, shaking his head.

“Oh no. No…Not me. They don’t–Girls don’t notice me.” Chloe pouts almost mockingly at Juyeon’s confession, clicking her tongue with a pitiful ‘aw’ as she drops his hand from his cheek. For a moment, he looks disappointed until Chloe climbs in his lap, a surprised expression taking over his face, and her hands find purchase on his shoulders.

“Why don’t girls notice you, Juyeon?” Chloe asks with a voice feigning pity as she situates herself in his lap. Her smile slowly turns into a smirk the more she watches his face. She can see his Adam’s apple bob as he swallows audibly when their hips touch, keeping his eyes locked with hers.

He doesn’t know what to do with his hands, leaving them hovering awkwardly over her hips like he’s not allowed to touch her. Chloe likes that. She likes touching him without asking, but he wouldn’t dare do the same to her. Chloe likes being in control.

Juyeon shrugs his shoulders, causing Chloe’s hands to slide to the side of his neck. She can feel his pulse racing beneath her fingers. It makes her nearly giddy that she is right about that.

“I…I don’t know.”

“Do you want them to notice you?” Chloe asks, voice soft like they’re sharing secrets. She supposes they are. At least, Juyeon is.

“Not really,” Juyeon answers swiftly, almost sounding eager. Chloe hums, taking his face into her hands and running her thumbs across his sharp jawline.

“Tell me why.”

Juyeon blinks up at her, gulping quietly.

“Because…I only…” There’s a long pause, but Chloe waits, knowing she’ll get the answer she wants if she lets him work it out in his head. Juyeon reaches up to where her hands rest on his face, hovering over Chloe’s but not touching her.

“I only want you.”

It's like a switch was finally flipped in Chloe’s brain. She smiles proudly, nodding at him and leaning forward to press her forehead to his.

“You’re such a good boy, Juyeon.” Chloe kisses his cheek at that, leaving behind a pretty pink lipgloss mark as she does so. Juyeon makes a small sound when she kisses his skin, hands still awkwardly in the air as they ball into fists, unsure how to cope with the emotions inside him. Chloe looks at his hands, taking his wrists into her palms and guiding him to where they should be on her waist. His breathing stops for a second, taking a second before fully holding her in his palms for the first time. Juyeon looks up at her like she’s an unspoken God, his full lips parted like he’s about to say something, but the words just don’t come out. He’s so pathetic, Chloe thinks with a coy smile.

“Jueyon,” Chloe whispers like a soothing siren call, taking his chin between her fingers to keep him looking up at her. “What would you do for me?”

“Anything,” Juyeon answers with an ounce of hesitancy, making Chloe bite her bottom lip with a low hum. She smiles, her eyes darkening slightly.

"Anything?" she asks again, her voice warm and inviting. Juyeon nods, his heart pounding in his chest.

Chloe leans in closer, her breath hot against Juyeon's ear. She whispers a single question, barely audible but laden with promise.

"Want to prove it?” Her words are taunting and even daunting, making Juyeon’s throat tight. He nods regardless, waiting for her word to move. Chloe easily crawls out of his lap, moving swiftly towards her desk.

She’s had this planned before she invited Juyeon over—the ultimate test of his devotion. It’ll prove not only how loyal he is to her but how far he’ll go for her. Chloe likes pushing people, especially men, even sweet ones like Juyeon. She figures she likes them more when they’re sweet like she’s preparing them for how cruel and harsh the world is, something she wished someone had done to her before she collided with Hyojin.

Often, there are days when Chloe sits in her room and stares at the floor, remembering who she used to be. People talk about the person Chloe once was with sorrow, mourning her despite her still being alive. Chloe was sweet, Chloe was kind, and Chloe had a light inside her that burned brighter than a thousand sunsets, but that Chloe died in a field at the hands of several men who didn’t care how hard she cried and pleaded for them to stop touching her. That Chloe was so decomposed by this point she was not even bones; she was nothing but dust in the dirt, waiting to be blown away by a gust of wind that never came.

Chloe puts out a pink boxcutter to Juyeon, pushing up the blade with her thumb, filling the room with several clicking sounds. She raises her brows at him, smiling warmly at Juyeon’s widened gaze on the blade in her hand.

“I want my name on you.”

Juyeon takes a deep breath through his nose, shaky and uncertain, before his gaze lifts to Chloe’s face. He still looks like a dumb dog to her, eyes wide and full of something Chloe can’t pinpoint, but she thinks it’s fear. It feels like she’s holding her breath in the best way, her head feeling light and her stomach in the tightest knots. She raises her brows at his look, letting out a hum of disappointment that makes Juyeon quickly shake his head before she can even voice any discontentment.

“Where? Where do you want your name?” His words are choppy, overthinking each one as his eyes dart around before deciding to settle on the carpet where Chloe stood. Chloe smiles, striding towards him, causing Juyeon to lean back slightly to stay out of reach of the blade. Chloe’s dark brown eyes scan Juyeon’s body, taking in his near-perfect posture. Her eyes linger over his chest, puckering her lips as her gaze rakes over his arms like he’s a piece of meat she’s inspecting at the market for dinner.

Chloe jabs a pink polished nail into his bicep, nodding as an excited smile grows on her lips. Juyeon’s head follows her finger, thick lips curling in, but he says nothing. Slowly, he reaches for the box cutter in Chloe’s hand. Chloe can see his hand shaking as it extends in midair, reaching to meet hers. Her eyes widen in excitement, flicking up to watch his face as he wraps his hand tightly around the tool.

Chloe knows he doesn’t want to do this. She can see it on his face, how his body tensed, and how hesitant he is to roll up his sleeve, but she doesn’t care.

The first cut is too shallow for Chloe. He barely breaks the skin but still hisses at the sensations. Blood barely beads from the cat's scratch, making Chloe shake her head disapprovingly.

“Don’t be a bitch about it,” Chloe tells him gruffly, grabbing the hair at the crown of Juyeon’s head, shaking him by it as if to physically shake out the worries and doubts filling his head. Juyeon lets out a pathetic sound that Chloe can’t decipher if it’s a moan or not. Either way, she smirks, letting go of his hair to smack the side of his head like she’s hitting a beach ball. “Do it right. I want to see you bleed. That’s the point. You’re supposed to prove how much you like me–”

“I love you,” Juyeon corrects, breathing heavier than Chloe thinks he should, so she smacks the other side of his head, laughing at how he just takes it, moving in every direction Chloe pushes and pulls him. Chloe coos at his whiny words, grabbing him by the hair again and pulling his head back to look up at her as she leans closer to him. He smells like oranges and cedar. It makes Chloe hum, tracing the bridge of his nose with the tip of hers.

“Then prove it,” She whispers, pulling his head back with a final tug before letting go of him. She stands in front of him with her arms crossed over her chest in refusal to touch him until he gives her what she wants.

Chloe proves to be a bloody name to spell into the skin.

Blood drips and pours from the cuts on Juyeon’s bicep, running down his forearm and tangling in the hair. The arm with her name now forever etched into it twitches and shakes as she runs a wet washrag over the wound. He takes shaky breaths with every swipe, eyes wet and dripping with tears that run down his high cheekbones. Chloe thinks he looks cute like this, a gentle smile on her lips as she tends to his wound. There’s blood on her sheets, but Chloe doesn’t care. There’s a sick sense of pleasure winding inside her at the sight of the crimson staining her once spotless pink sheets. They’re now like her, she thinks, like Juyeon too. Juyeon is forever marked with her, a mark he can never get rid of even if he tries.

He’s tainted. No one wanted tainted meat.

Chloe leans in to kiss the side of his head, feeling Juyeon lean into her touch almost instantly. He keeps leaning in, ducking his head down to rest on her chest with tightly shut eyes as his not-injured arm wraps around her waist to keep her close. Chloe smiles at that, running a hand through his silky black hair.

“I love you, Juyeon,” Chloe tells him because she knows he wants to hear it. She isn’t sure if she really does love him, more so she’s obsessed with him but not like he is with her. Juyeon moans quietly into her skin at her words, holding her waist tighter before loosening his hold. Chloe looks down at him before turning her head to look at his arm.

He’s still bleeding. Chloe figures it won’t stop until she puts a bandage on it. She stares at the cuts, a dull buzzing taking over her body as she reaches out and swipes her finger across the cuts, pressing down so the skin drags and rips further beneath her touch. Juyeon groans, wincing against her, but doesn’t lift his head, wanting to stay as close to her as possible. Chloe looks at the blood covering the tip of her finger, tilting her head at it like she’s never seen anything like it before. She presses the digit on the pad of her tongue, dragging it down to clean herself of Juyeon’s blood, leaving a streak of red behind.

Chloe hums at the taste, puckering her lips as she thinks about what to compare him to. He tastes sweet but metallic, reminding her of a not-yet-ripe grapefruit.

“So sweet,” Chloe hums, rubbing Juyeon’s back as a reward. Juyeon lifts his head just a bit to press into her neck, taking a deep breath, causing goosebumps to rise on Chloe’s arms. “You really would do anything for me, wouldn’t you?”

Juyeon only nods, the wetness of his face smudging against the skin of Chloe’s neck. Chloe’s eyes stare ahead of her, smiling as her fingers card through the man’s dark hair, soothing him and her. She pulls back, taking his strong jawline in her hands. Juyeon’s eyes are wet, still dripping with tears, but he looks at Chloe with unwavering love and devotion. She smiles at him like nothing is awry, leaning down to press her forehead to his.

“I love you, Juju. So good to me,” Chloe whispers, nuzzling her nose against him, watching as his eyes shut in bliss while a tear rolls down his cheek. Chloe thinks he’s had enough for one night, earning what he’s probably been dreaming about for years. She dips her head down, pressing her lips to his gently for a moment before pressing deeper, hearing a moan leave his throat and vibrate against her lips as she does so. The kiss is warm and still, Juyeon barely moving an inch as Chloe presses her chest against his for a second then pulls back, a small smacking sound filling the room.

Juyeon looks up at Chloe with hazy eyes, blinking up at her like she’s some kind of magical being that shouldn’t be visible to the human eye. He reaches up, holding her cheek in his hand with the arm that now has her name engrained forever. Her breathing catches, looking down at Juyeon with wide eyes. She expects violence, prepping for a strike that never comes. Instead, his thumb runs over her cheekbone and then drags down to run across her plump bottom lip. Juyeon could overpower her if he wanted to. Most people could. Chloe is small and frail, her hands bony and real nails brittle. It’s always been hard for her to put on weight, but that’s not a real issue in the industry in which she works. Juyeon isn’t violent, though. There’s not even anger in his gaze, only love.

“Anything for my Chloe,” Juyeon whispers like an oath. Chloe hated admitting it, but her heart skipped a beat at that, her hands delicately resting on his bicep. Her eyes fall down to the bloodied mess on the inside of Juyeon’s arm, rubbing her lips together at the messy sight before looking back at his face. She doesn’t say anything, only leans in and kisses his lips again. He tilts his head up to return the kiss, initiating a deepening, but Chloe pulls back before either of them can.

“Need to bandage you up,” Chloe hums, kissing his cheek as a parting gift as she moves off the bed to get the first aid kid from the same desk she got the boxcutter from. Even now, there’s a smile on her face.

#she's a good person to ME!!!! perfectly justified in everything she does ever!!#this was so yummy and sick and twisted she should be allowed to do this to anyone who wrongs her #you said small and fuzzy so i thought sea urchin but then i was like ??? boy they're spiky #“so she smacks the other side of his head laughing at how he just takes it moving in every direction Chloe pushes and pulls him.”#<- SHE'S SO EVILLL I LOVE HER?!?!?#Im literally not years late to venus guys haha i can totally catch up..

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