𝗛𝗢𝗧 | 𝗠𝗮𝗿𝗸𝗵𝘆𝘂𝗰𝗸 || 𝗔𝗠𝗕𝗪

𝙏𝙤𝙧𝙧𝙞𝙙

Watching them had become an obsession. I knew every detail of their lives, every move they made. As the light of dawn filtered through my dingy apartment window, I sat surrounded by photos and clippings of Hope, Haechan, and now Mark. 

My fingers traced the edges of a photograph of Hope, her smile radiant and full of joy—a joy that should have been mine to give her.

It wasn’t fair. I had loved Hope first, long before Haechan or Mark had come into the picture.

She was supposed to be mine, and yet here she was, wrapped up in the arms of two others, as if I didn’t exist. The thought made my blood boil, a searing rage coursing through my veins.

I had tried to warn her, tried to make her see that she was making a mistake. Burning her hand had been a desperate act, a way to show her the lengths I would go to protect her from those who didn't truly understand her.

But instead of drawing her closer, it had pushed her away, into the arms of those who didn't deserve her.

The recent photos—Hope kissing Mark, then Haechan—had been a knife to the heart. It wasn’t enough that she had chosen one over me; she had chosen two.

Their public display of affection was a blatant disregard for my feelings, a slap in the face to everything I had sacrificed for her.

And then there was the live stream. Watching them, hand in hand, addressing their fans and proclaiming their love for each other—it was too much.

The approval of their fans was the final insult. They cheered and celebrated, while I was left in the shadows, my love unrecognized and unrequited.

But I had a plan. The surprise I had mentioned was still in place, meticulously crafted and waiting for the perfect moment.

Five days from now, at her next performance, I would remind Hope of who truly understood her, who had been there all along.

As I sat in the dim light, a twisted smile spread across my face. Hope, Haechan, and Mark might think they were safe, wrapped in their bubble of newfound love, but they were wrong. I would show them. I would make them see the truth.

I would reclaim what was rightfully mine.