The pale moonlight showed the grubby fingerprint that smudged across my favourite lens. I sucked my tongue and let out an irritated huff. I sprayed the silky lint free cloth with cleaning fluid and gently began rubbing the dirty mark away. I hated things being dirty and out of place.
"Much better," I murmured to my perfectly quiet room as I gently poked the lens in between the fabric curtains. There he was in all his glory. Precisely ten pm.
Click
His beautiful bare skin was glistening with a thin coating of sweat, and his freshly worked muscles were bulging as the towel ran across his neck. I was waiting for him to remove more clothing. Not that his tight fitting tank top left much to the imagination.
Click
His shirt came off, and the sight of his frame had me salivating like a hungry stray dog. I swallowed and quickly pressed the button as I watched him secretly from my hiding spot. His chest was rising and falling rapidly as he leaned his head back and closed his eyes, getting as much oxygen into his lungs as he could.
Click. Click. Click.
His tongue darted across his lips and I watched his adams apple bob up and down as he glugged down the icy cold water he had prepared precisely ninety minutes before. The light dancing across the small beads of sweat made his skin glow like he was covered in a beautiful array of tiny gemstones, sparkling to perfection every time he moved.
Click. Click. Click.
He disappeared from my sight and I flopped down onto my squeaky chair as I waited for him to return. The boner in my pants was uncomfortably pressing against my tight pants and I decided to free myself of the restraints and settled down.
Nothing got me more excited than the thrill of the chase. Once I had him within my firm grasp, he wasn't going to get away.
One night of fun wasn't enough for me. He had submitted to me the first time, he would do it again.
Click. Click.
I watched through my lens as he examined the bruises and cuts that littered his torso. The pure unfiltered sensual excitement I felt, as he gently traced those perfect fingers over the beautiful artwork I had left behind, got me harder than I had ever been.
"You are such a beautiful specimen. How dare you stand in your window like that, showing the world your perfect body. That's mine." I murmured as I snapped more pictures.
Suddenly he turned and closed his blackout curtains. My heart dropped and I pouted moodily at his now pitch black window. This was definitely a mood killer.
"Ah well, time to add them to my collection." I murmured as I pulled out my cable. I began hooking it up to my laptop and hummed to myself.
"Make sure you don't stay up too late please!" Mom called through the door to me, as she rapped her knuckles against it. I jumped and slammed my laptop closed as my heart lept into my throat. I hadn't been expecting interruptions.
"I won't. I'm going to bed in a second. Goodnight Mom!" I called. I opened my laptop and my shaking fingers entered my password wrong. I hated interruptions.
I began dragging the newly acquired goods from my camera's memory card. I licked my lips as I admired the stunning evidence of his perfect body. His veins were clearly visible and I wanted to lick every inch of tanned skin. He really was built like a God.
I began printing them and used my legs to spin the chair as I smiled gleefully at my amazing deception. Not only did I get to secretly spend time photographing my neighbour at night time, I also got to spend all of my time with him. Being best friends with the object of my obsession was a very smart move. But friendship wouldn't be enough forever. I knew that.
The light peeping from between his dark curtains caught my attention. I peeked out and he was half hanging out of his window. I rushed to open my own curtains and quickly pulled my window open too.
"Hello stranger." He called as he waved at me. I smiled and leaned on my window ledge, allowing the cool air to sweep over my burning cheeks. His voice set my heart racing and I could never get enough of it.
"Gosh it's been such a long time since I saw you. What is it, three hours?" He laughed and I smiled as I flicked my hair from my eyes. "Why are you hanging out of your window at ten at night?" I asked as I rested my chin on my hands, absorbing the incredible view he was giving me.
"Ah, I just needed some fresh air. I got done working out and I feel like I'm about to die. It's so stuffy in here!" He fanned his face with his hands and the wind gently toyed with his damp hair, revealing more of his beautiful face.
"You coming to the party?" He called as he stared at the bright moon above us.
"Of course! Are you?" I asked with a huge smile plastered on my face. It would be my opportunity to get him into bed again. Which is precisely where I wanted him.
"Definitely! Why would I miss out on that? He said it's gonna be a riot." He wiggled his eyebrows at me and we both began chuckling. I pushed my hair from my eyes and let out a loud sigh.
"I'm so glad we're neighbours. When I first met you, I thought you would hate me you know." I said thoughtfully as my eyes traced the outline of his bulging biceps. He looked taken aback at the sudden admission.
"Why would I hate you?" He asked quietly.
"Because I'm weird. Most people find me weird. But you seem to get me like no one else. I'm convinced the others wouldn't like me if it weren't for you."
"Yah, stop it. You're embarrassing me. For what it's worth though, I'm glad we're neighbours too. You're my best friend. I promise that won't change." I felt my cheeks flushing again and I dropped my gaze.
"Yah! Go to sleep!" Mom rapped her knuckles on my door again and I checked behind me before staring back at him.
"I've got to go, Mom will kill me if I stay up much later. I'll catch you in the morning! Sleep well!" He waved and I closed my window once more. I gave him one final wave before closing the curtains. I packed up my things and carefully put my new acquisitions in the safety of the hidden box and began changing to get into bed.
The thought of the next time I would get him, was drifting through my head. He had entrusted me with his friendship and that was his first mistake.
People like me didn't act, think, or behave like normal people. Whilst I knew he had issues, I also knew they were not as deep as mine. Being an obsessive sociopath who could mask their issues was dangerous.
He didn't seem to realise half of my personality was some made up construction. A fantasy. A mask I put on to fit in with the normal people in society. It was a survival mechanism. The real me was the one he had met the night before.
The one who had no issues taking whatever he wanted, and who wouldn't stop until they made that a reality.
Unfortunately for him, there was nothing I wanted more in the world than him.
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Are we gonna start seeing flashes of the real psychopath coming out soon?
The mask is bound to start slipping.... 👀👀👀👀
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The View// JeongChan FF
ФанфикHis shirt came off. Click. He turned and stretched his arms above his head. Click. His curtains closed. "Dammit." I whispered under my breath. Peeping wasn't enough anymore. I needed to act. I needed him to be mine. This story contains very mature...
