Sangwoo

It's been a while since you spotted him on the streets. It's been a while since you've been following him and watching him. It's been a while that you've been obsessed with him. He is handsome, successful, smart. One of those guys that everyone likes and admires. But you see something else, something mysterious and unattainable.

One evening it's no longer enough for you to just watch and follow him. You're sure he won't be home early that night and before you know it you're already putting your first foot through the open window.

Finally! Your heart beats faster, your palms get sweaty, and your eyes dart around wildly. You slowly start moving and walk through the living room, your fingers lightly brushing against the back of the sofa as you pass. You notice a striped sweater lying on the sofa, your hands automatically grab it and bring it to your face. You inhale the smell with your eyes closed. What a fantastic scent.

After inspecting almost every room in the house, you come to his bedroom where you notice some photo albums. You sit on the floor next to the dresser and leaf through the album. Maybe there is a photo that you could take with you...? You're so absorbed in his pictures that you don't notice someone walking up the stairs behind you. Your eyes widen in shock as you feel a rush of cold air and before you can flinch you feel the thud and everything around you suddenly goes black.

A sharp pain twitches through your head as you slowly come to. With a deep groan, you rub your wound and open your eyes a crack. It takes a while to get used to the darkness, but you realize that you are in an almost empty basement. Your instinct tells you to run, but you don't get far. One of your arms is chained to a wall and your legs are tied together. Panic gradually rises within you and your eyes search the room until they land on one person. He just sits there. Looks at you. With that grin on his face.