Monster Underneath The Bed✓

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Chapter 2: Unseen Threads

YN’s fascination with the boy grew stronger with each passing day. She began to alter her routine, making small adjustments to stay close to him without drawing attention. Her mornings became a delicate balance of arriving early enough to pass by his classroom and observing from a distance.

One morning, as she walked to school, YN took a route that would let her pass by the new house. The boy’s mother was outside, arranging flowers in the garden.

“Good morning!” YN called out, trying to sound casual.

“Good morning!” the woman replied with a smile. “Are you a friend of my son’s?”

YN hesitated, then shook her head. “No, I’m just passing by. I live a few houses down.”

The woman nodded, clearly appreciative of the gesture. “Oh, how nice. Well, I hope you’ll get to meet him soon. He’s quite excited about starting here.”

YN managed a smile before continuing on her way, her thoughts already focused on the boy.

At school, she took her usual seat at lunch, scanning the room for any sign of him. When he finally walked in, her heart skipped a beat. He looked different today—more relaxed, as if he was adjusting to his new surroundings.

“Hey, YN, you look really focused today,” a classmate remarked, noticing her intense gaze.

“Oh, just thinking,” YN replied, trying to sound nonchalant.

She watched as the boy interacted with his new friends, his laughter ringing out and drawing others to him. Every movement, every smile seemed to pull her in further. She was meticulous in her observations, noting even the smallest details.

Later that week, YN found herself volunteering for after-school activities that seemed to intersect with the boy’s interests. She joined the art club, where she knew he would be, and took extra care to sit near him during meetings.

During one session, she overheard a conversation about his favorite hobbies.

“I really love drawing landscapes,” the boy said to a group of peers. “It’s something I’ve always enjoyed.”

YN made a mental note. She decided to sketch some landscapes herself, hoping to find a way to connect with him over shared interests.

Back at home, YN’s journal was filled with observations and details about him—his mannerisms, preferences, and any small interactions she managed to observe. Each entry added another layer to her growing obsession, creating an intricate web of connections in her mind.

In the quiet of her room, YN read through her notes. “You’re everywhere,” she whispered to the empty space. “And I can’t get enough.”

Her efforts to stay unnoticed and close to him were paying off, but the web of her obsession was becoming more complex. Each interaction, however small, added to the thread that connected her to the boy, weaving a tapestry of silent fascination and unspoken desires.

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