stalker . woosan

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"who this kid in the picture?" yunho asked as he had his back turned against wooyoung, waiting for him to finish changing.

"who is who?" wooyoung questioned as he sat back onto the bed, holding a pillow to his chest, seeing the photo that yunho gave him.

"oh, this was a childhood friend. don't know what happened to him." wooyoung spoke about san as if he just disappeared. in reality he did, out of wooyoung's life, but he doesn't know is that he's right next door. waiting for wooyoung to notice him.

"did he like die or something?" his new best friend had laid down on the mattress that was on the floor as he felt like he was being watched but shrugged it off.

"i don't know, his mom just said, he left and that was the last i ever heard from him." the blonde shrugged as he yawned, stretching his arms up. "let just sleep okay?" he placed the photo on his desk, reminding himself to put it back up in the morning as he helped yunho settle into the mattress.

he crawled over him slightly as he turned off his room lights, getting a feeling someone was watching him as well. "woo?"

"yeah?"

"do you have that feeling too?"

"like someone's watching you?"

"mhm.."

"yeah, it's probably cause it's late, goodnight yuns."

wooyoung didn't hear a reply back but did hear soft snores instead. he smiled at the sight, crawling over him again as he went to his window, grabbing his curtains before staring outside.

his eyes met with someone else's across the street. his dark figured was only lit slightly by the moon, showing off half his face as his black hair was in place for bed. they held eye contact before wooyoung saw an evil grin appear on the unknown figure, making him quickly pull his curtains to block out anything from the outside before jumping into his bed. "no way.."

he secured himself under his blanket, hugging a plushe as he replayed the memory, trying to understand what he just saw.

"san..?"