my favorite stalker | heehoon

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Sunghoon read the last message from Heeseung and grinned, biting his lip as he leaned back in his chair.

The glow from his computer screen cast a sinister light on his face, highlighting the intensity in his eyes.

He re-read Heeseung's hesitant gratitude and chuckled softly, his fingers drumming a rhythmic pattern on the armrest.

He was getting to Heeseung, slowly but surely.

The thrill of the chase, the intricate dance of fear and curiosity, all played into his meticulous plans.

Sunghoon’s obsession with Heeseung had grown over time, fueled by every interaction, every response.

He was drawn to Heeseung’s vulnerability, his soft edges and quiet strength, and the way he reacted under pressure.

Leaning forward, Sunghoon adjusted the stack of meticulously curated messages he had sent over the past weeks.

Each one was carefully crafted to elicit a specific response, to keep Heeseung on edge but engaged.

He took a deep breath, savoring the moment.

The power he felt from being in control, from orchestrating Heeseung’s emotional rollercoaster, was intoxicating.

He looked at Heeseung's message again, a mix of gratitude and confusion.

It was a small victory, but a significant one.

Heeseung was beginning to engage, to see him not just as a threat,

but as a presence.

Sunghoon’s smile widened as he imagined the day when Heeseung would finally understand, would finally come to him willingly.

“Just a bit more time,” Sunghoon murmured to himself, his eyes glinting with determination.

He reached for his phone, fingers poised over the screen, ready to craft his next move.

It wouldn’t be long now. Heeseung would soon realize that resistance was futile, that Sunghoon’s persistence wasn’t just about a game, but about something far deeper, far more personal.

With a satisfied sigh, Sunghoon leaned back again, already planning his next message.

He had to be careful, precise.

Every word mattered, every gesture counted.

He was weaving a web, and Heeseung was slowly, inevitably, being drawn into it.

Sunghoon knew he just needed a little more time to make Heeseung understand the depth of his devotion, to make him his.

He knew he had to keep Heeseung on edge, but not push him too far.

It was a delicate balance, and Sunghoon prided himself on his ability to maintain it.

“I'm glad you like the candy, Heeseung. There's more where that came from if you need a little pick-me-up. Just remember, I'm always here, watching out for you :)”

He hit "send" and leaned back again, imagining Heeseung’s reaction.

The thought of Heeseung sitting in his apartment, reading the message, feeling that mix of gratitude and unease, sent a thrill through Sunghoon.

He could almost see the flicker of confusion and apprehension in Heeseung's eyes.

Sunghoon opened his laptop and accessed the files he had meticulously collected over the past months.

Photos, messages, and even videos of Heeseung going about his daily life. It was all there, a testament to his dedication.

He spent hours each day tracking Heeseung’s movements, learning his routines, and understanding his habits.