Their toxic love | PJM

Prologue

Yoona Grey.
That is the love of his life, his desire and his biggest obsession.

He eagerly watched each student walk inside the classroom and tried to contain his excitement when he finally saw his girl.
His most precious diamond or in other words,
His Goddess.

He watched her take a seat in her usual placement. The seat he assigned for her
He has been waiting for this moment for a very long time. Since the day he laid eyes on her.

That day was where he met the most beautiful person he had ever seen in his entire life, she looked so precious, so sweet and so damn beautiful. She looked so damn beautiful that it made him have the urge to take a picture of her
And he did, he raised his camera and pressed the button.

Snap

The first picture of her. The beginning of his obsession, desire and his addiction.
The very first picture of her on his wall and many others joined quickly.
He began following her, stalking her at school, home and everywhere she went.

He would spend days and nights watching her, following her, making sure she was safe.
Seconds would turn into minutes, minutes would turn into hours, hours would turn into days.

He even bought a house in-front of her house to watch her and admire her.
He admire the way her eyes would turn into tiny little moons when she smiled. The way she bit her lip when she was nervous or anxious. He loved the way she scrunched up her nose when she disliked something. He loved the way she would do her happy little dance when she got excited. He loved the way she would run her fingers through her hair when she was frustrated. The way she would pout when eating. He loved everything about her, her personality, her smile, her eyes, her lips, her , he loved her.

He was obsessed with her.

He wanted to do many things with her, to her.
He wanted her to be his, and only his. He wanted to mark her as his and to let everyone know that she belonged to someone already, him.
He wanted to feel her lips against his, feel her skin, he wondered if it was as smooth as it seem to be. He wanted hold her hand, he wanted to hold her in his arms and never let her go. He wanted to bite her beautiful neck.... Oh god he wanted to do that so bad . He wanted to leave hickeys, a lot of hickeys. Decorate her neck. For him she was a beautiful canvas that he wanted to decorate and to paint on, he wanted to make beautiful creations on that canvas.

The sound of the bell ringing indicating that it was time to start the class interrupted his thoughts. Everyone sat down now paying attention to the man standing in front of the class room. He cleared his throat before speaking.

"Good morning everyone, as you can see your Art teacher isn't here, that's due to her leaving the school." Said the man in a deep voice looking around the room and stopping his gaze at one specific person.
"That being said, let me introduce myself." He said directly looking at the shy girl in front of the class room.

"Hello, I'm Mr. park your new art teacher"