❝𝙎𝙢𝙞𝙡𝙚 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙢𝙚, 𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜❞
- In which you, a crazy stalker crosses paths with an oddly attractive photographer. -
"Oh, really? I apologize then. You just looked incredibly beautiful and I couldn't resist capturing that moment."
||P.JM...
Your eyelids, wet with tears, droop heavily. You can't even remember how you managed to get home without losing your way since you're completely distracted by your thoughts. You couldn't even count the pitying or weird looks you received while walking. You don't even care.
You managed to stay positive for a little while, especially after seeing a very attractive stranger.
Wansoo, he gives you lots of emotions and that includes toxicity, but it doesn't matter. You love him.
Maybe you got his expression wrong, maybe he was just far away enough for you to misunderstand the look he gave that woman. He could just dump her much later than the rest. Or maybe, it's really a new expression of his, like most people have with their first love interest and that it could end badly for him. Perhaps he will finally get his karma for hurting and dumping those girls and this woman will be the first to leave him.
You have been crushing on him for years and these thoughts were your only comfort. One thing that could also give you comfort is to watch him everyday. You managed to escape these type of scenarios whenever you see him and that is why if that woman ever dumps him, you would feel relief. It does not matter if he goes out with her, all you need to do is watch his every move and that will soothe your feelings. Watch his expressions, watch that bitch, watch their dates like what you have always done. Then, these thoughts will stop. That's the only solution.
But still, just thinking that way does not make the pain stop. It made you cry and it still hurts. You did not even realize how you managed to walk straight to your house while crying hysterically, earning stares from the people around you.
Then you tiredly open your front door and close it with a sigh, hanging up your coat and retreat to your bedroom. Your heavy footsteps echo throughout the house as you throw yourself face first onto your bed.
Your eyes are barely even open from all the tears you shed yet you still grab your phone, tapping instagram with your finger and clicking on your beloved crush's name that popped up first in the search given the fact that you've always stalked his account prompting his name to be there.
And there it is, the photo you've been expecting ever since you left that place, a photo of him and that woman. Knowing him, you've always expected him to post since he's always that type of person to post whenever he's with a new girl, and just as you expected, he did. You're also curious about what that woman looks like up close so you can judge her and try to understand what he sees in her.
