Paparazzi - Cop

The spotlight had always been on you for a long time now; the lights and camera flashes were like an everyday occurrence.
–although ironically your diet didn't allow you to eat bread– Things that come with being an Idol.

Although... recently a small light had become more present, even insistent. Perhaps it was just another journalist, too good at his job, really, messing with me.

–Not in a good way–

Whether you were in your backyard or out shopping at a convenience store, you could feel that pricking sensation on the back of your neck. It wasn't that feeling you get when you're at a photo shoot or performing a concert. No. This was just a stare. Intense and suffocating.

Luckily for you, today seemed like it would be a quiet afternoon; the weather was mild, the neighborhood was silent, and best of all, you hadn't had rehearsal, so you could laze around. Finally, your vocal cords would get a break.

'Ding Dong'

The doorbell rang. A package? You didn't remember ordering anything; perhaps it was just a neighbor, or Jehovah's Witnesses. Curiosity got the better of you, and you went to see who had interrupted your rest.

You looked through the peephole, there was no one there –strange…– you thought, but you opened it anyway and, on the floor, you saw a bouquet of flowers, your favorites, along with a small note in cursive.

"'You shine brighter than usual today♡'"

As soon as your hands held the flowers –FLASH– A photo, followed by the sound of someone hidden in the bushes.
At least he wasn't a fan with a knife.