⍣11⍣

little masturbation

Jaeyun

"First, know that you two are traitors." I said as Sunghoon, Sunoo and I collapsed on my couch.

"oh, we said sorry like 1000 times." Sunghoon said rolling his eyes.

"Dont roll your eyes at me, or I'll don't spill my tea." I said sassily, crossing my arms and my legs.

"fine." Sunghoon said leaning forward. "What happened?"

"My plan is working well." I smirked.

"Is he already in love?" Sunghoon asked me.

"Whipped." I answered.

"Does he knows that you stalks him too?" Sunoo asked me.

"Not at all, he even thinks that he won the game." I chuckled.

"good." Sunoo said and we all laughed.

—

Flashback.

Three years ago.

Obsession doesn't start as a wildfire. It starts as a spark.

A single, fleeting moment that burrows into your mind, making a home there before you even realize it.

For me, it was Lee Heeseung standing under the flickering light of a convenience store, rainwater dripping from his hair onto the pavement. His uniform clung to him, soaked through, but he didn't seem to care. He just stood there, staring at nothing, his fingers twitching at his sides like he was holding back something, words, anger, a secret.

I should've kept walking. I should've gone home.

But I didn't.

Instead, I stood there, just beyond the glow of the streetlamp, watching him.

There was something about the way he looked, like he was caught between existing and disappearing. He wasn't like the others, wasn't loud, wasn't desperate to be noticed. He was quiet, detached. Like he knew something the rest of us didn't.

Like he was untouchable.

And that's what did it. That's what hooked me.

I clenched my fists. I wanted to know what was behind those empty stares, what went on inside his head when no one was looking. I wanted to know why he always seemed like he was waiting for something, but nothing ever came.

I wanted him to notice me.

I wanted to be the reason his hands stopped shaking, the reason his mind wasn't so far away. I wanted to be inside his head the way he was already inside mine.

The rain pounded harder, masking the sound of my breathing. Heeseung exhaled, his breath fogging up in the cold, then turned, walking straight into the downpour without a second thought. No umbrella. No flinch.

Something in me snapped.

It wasn't admiration. It wasn't curiosity. It was hunger.

I took a step forward, then another.

And as I followed him into the dark, I realized, I didn't want to just watch him.

I wanted to own him.

—

Since this day, I made all my possible to own him, working to this cafeteria wasn't in my plan, but when I realized that he was stalking me too, I decided to play it along, playing the dumb, playing the victim.

I made my way to my room, running my fingers across the cold metal of the little locker on my desk.

"Ah Heeseung hyung, if you knew." I opened the locker, letting all my files about Heeseung appeared.

Docs to USB stick, to his t-shirt that he forgot today. Everything about him was in this locker. I took my journal, opened it and writing in details what happened with Heeseung. Kiss to Sex, everything.

Shit, it turned me on.

I sighed, grabbing one of his photos, closing the locker and heading to my bathroom.

I put his picture on my sink, sitting on my bathtub, jerking myself on his picture. "You make me crazy." I moaned.

-

"Are you sleeping here?" I asked Sunghoon as we were lying down on the couch, watching TV.

"no, I'll sleep at Sunoo's house." He answered.

"So Jay Hyung and you are abandoning me." I pouted.

"Nooo, we don't, at least you have the house, for you alone. Why don't you invite Heeseung over again?" He asked me.

"I don't want to, he will be suspicious." I answered, eating a chips.

"you right." He said.

And we both watched the movie back, after some hours, they eventually left and I took my laptop, continuing my story.

I still needed to submit it before the last day, and summer break were in 1 months.

-pt.11

So who is the real stalker?

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