The View// JeongChan FF

1. New Neighbour

"Go and say hello!" My short Mother placed her hands on my back. She pushed me forward, gently, towards the boy who stood just in front of me. He seemed completely disinterested in my presence, and I didn't feel much differently about his.

I wasn't keen on the idea of 'people' or befriending them. I stared down at my beaten up worn sneakers, and allowed my long bangs to cover my eyes, until my jet black hair tickled my cheeks in the breeze.

My personality had always been different. I had been in and out of therapy since before I had started school. I had lost count of the number of therapists who had quit because of the depth of my true personality, but I was beginning to learn how to integrate into normal society.

It was a must for survival.

"Hi. My name is Jeongin."

"Uh huh, Bangchan." We shook hands and I felt a flutter deep in my stomach. It was an odd feeling. Like insects flapping around wildly inside of me. It wasn't something I had ever felt before.

My dead, lifeless eyes met his deep soulful brown ones and I gulped slightly. His hand was gripping mine firmly and warmth seemed to radiate throughout my whole body, from that single point of contact.

"You two will be going to the same school! Although I don't think you'll share classes. That won't stop you being friends though, will it?" I cringed at my mother's words and frowned deeply. Friends didn't even begin to describe what I wanted from this mesmerising creature in front of me.

"Yeah, I guess." I stated flatly. Friends were not my thing. She knew that. Yet here she was, once again, targeting the new kid to try and con him into spending time with the weird kid.

"I should go unpack. It was nice to meet you!" He waved awkwardly and I stared at his long fingers, enchanted that a human hand could be so beautiful. I watched every step he took as he made his way back to his new home. His broad shoulders, and well muscled physique were attention grabbing, and my eyes lingered on his firm butt for longer than I wanted them to.

"What do you think? You seem more fond of him than the last boy who lived there." I shrugged and turned back towards our own house. I needed to calm my shaking body. This electrifying energy was a familiar kind. But one I hadn't felt for the longest time.

The last person who made me feel like this had run away as the intensity of my personality invaded every aspect of their life, and tore it apart at the very seams. The fabric of their reality had been destroyed as I took over everything they did. He could barely breathe under the suffocating weight of my intense unique kind of love.

He had moved six months ago and I hadn't heard from him since.

Even still, this was different. I had barely said two words to him and I already wanted to know every detail about him. I wanted to stare at his beautiful face for hours and remember every line, every freckle, every tiny little pore. He was truly breathtaking.

"Calm down." I whispered to myself as I raced to my pokey gloomy room. I had to begin planning how I was going to get him.

Click.

I locked the door and began staring at my walls, the familiar urge to tear down these images invaded my mind and I began working carefully. I might need to preserve these, though I doubted it. I had a new focus for my affection and he would replace this soon enough.

Luckily I was smart. The object of my affections were never clear to anyone who entered my room. Photography was a hobby of mine and I littered my obsession over my walls carefully, weaving it in with other pictures so no one would get suspicious.

Of course the more racey images I captured were kept carefully under lock and key. I whistled tunefully as I worked and felt the sun's bright rays beating down upon me. I pulled my shirt off and decided to let the cool spring breeze into my safe space. I flicked the radio on and swayed my hips as I moved towards the window.

As I unlocked it, I noticed it.

Him.

His window was directly opposite mine. He was pulling a variety of interesting looking clothes from a box and placing them on coat hangers before hanging them in a closet I couldn't see.

I sighed to myself dreamily, and watched him working away like a busy little bee. His perfect hand, the one I had held not five minutes ago, brushed over his forehead. He too, was feeling the heat, and his hand removed the glistening evidence from his face. His eyes landed on me and I quickly moved away from my open window.

I darted behind my wall and pressed my back to the cold concrete and placed my hand over my racing heart as I held my breath.

Damn.

I couldn't afford to get caught so early into this. Our dance hadn't even begun yet, and I needed to be careful.

"Yah! Why were you watching me? Are you a Pervert?" His voice called loudly from his own home. My heart lept into my throat at those words, but I took a deep breath and composed myself before stepping back to my window.

"Sorry!" I called back as I smiled sweetly at the confused looking boy. His elbows rested gently against his window frame as his head poked out, and his biceps bulged under the weight of his upper body, revealing popping veins that ran just below the surface of his flawless skin.

God what I would give to trace my fingers over them.

"What were you staring at?" He was determined to get an answer and I didn't want to provide one. Not an honest one anyway.

"I was daydreaming. N-Not about you! I didn't realise I was staring until you looked at me. Sorry!" I called again and chuckled slightly, trying to keep things friendly between us. I had to for the sake of my soul, and the sake of his safety.

If he rejected me now, I was liable to ruin his existence.

"Oh, OK! Well it's cool our windows are next to each other! It means we can chat I guess." The insects in my stomach started again. Crawling around, and then taking flight. Stirring up feelings I shouldn't have for him.

"Yeah! That is kinda cool! Sorry about my Mom earlier. She can be a bit full on! I don't have many friends. So uh..." I trailed off. Why had I even said that? I was kicking myself internally and frowned at my own stupid admission.

"Eh, friends are overrated. I prefer my own company anyway." He joked back as the most perfect smile I had ever witnessed with my own two eyes spread across his God like face. My knees were weak and I gripped my window frame for the support I desperately needed.

"I tell my Mom all the time I don't need friends. But she never believes me!" He laughed and I couldn't help, a weird, unnatural smile spreading across my face. It was so unnatural because it was genuine. I never genuinely smiled.

"How about this? I'll get done unpacking, and we can introduce ourselves properly on our own terms." He offered kindly. God the weight of those words hit me like a truck. He seemed like a genuinely nice person.

"Sounds good to me! Call me when you're done and I'll come out and meet you." He nodded and waved to me once more. I tore my eyes away from him and forced my shaky legs to go back to where I was working.

"He's gonna be mine." I whispered gleefully to myself.

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So.... This is chapter one!

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