Me? Obsessed? | Bbangsaz Au

Just because you lock the door, doesn't mean I can't get in.

Minji POV: 

The world outside my bedroom window moves at a pace I can't keep up with. I've always felt out of place... until I found her. She's my tether. My reason to wake up every day. The only thing that keeps the monotony of life from swallowing me whole. No one else would understand, so I keep my thoughts about her locked away, like the pictures in the hidden drawer of my desk.

At first, I was content with just observing her at school, but that changed quickly. The distance was too much to bear. I needed to know more, to be closer. It didn't take much effort to find out where she lives. The internet is a beautiful thing when you know where to look. One night, I found myself outside her building, looking up at her window, waiting for her light to flicker on. Just to know she was there, breathing the same air. I didn't dare get any closer. Not yet.

The next day, I arrived early on campus, just to catch a glimpse of her routine. She walked to the coffee shop like clockwork, her hand brushing against her hair as she pushed it behind her ear. The simple gesture sent shivers through me. I followed her inside, keeping my distance as she ordered her usual, two sugars, one cream. I've tried it myself, hoping to understand what it's like to be her, even if just in the smallest way. I felt closer to her just knowing we were drinking the same thing.

I sat behind her in the cafe, pretending to scroll through my phone while stealing glances at her. She looked beautiful, the way she always does, lost in thought as she read a book I'd never seen before. When she left her table for just a moment, I took my chance. I reached for the empty cup she had left behind, and without hesitation, slipped it into my bag. A souvenir. Another piece of her to add to my collection.

It started small. Scraps of paper, a lost pen, the occasional leaf from the tree she liked to sit under. But now, it's more than that. I have things that are intimately hers, things she probably doesn't even realize she's lost. I don't feel bad about it. She should be honored, really, that I care this much. I'm just holding onto these pieces of her until she's ready to see them again. Until she's ready to see me.

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Hanni POV: 

I've always been good at staying unnoticed. People tend to overlook me, which makes it easier to follow her, to observe her without drawing attention. She's the reason I get out of bed every morning. Watching her is like watching the world's most beautiful piece of art. She moves through life with such grace, even when she's surrounded by others who can't possibly appreciate her like I do. I'm not content with just watching her from afar anymore. It's not enough. It's never been enough. 

A few weeks ago, I followed her home. I just wanted to see where she lived, to feel connected to the space she inhabits. I wasn't planning to go inside... at least, not then. But when I saw her open her door and disappear inside, I felt a surge of something... electric. I stayed there for hours, standing in the shadows, just waiting. 

I told myself it was because I wanted to make sure she was safe. That's all it was. Last night, I did something I hadn't planned. After watching her at the cafe, I slipped away and followed her home again. This time, though, I didn't stop at her door. She left a window cracked—just a little bit, but enough for me to hear the sound of her breathing as she slept. I didn't go in. I'm not that crazy. I just wanted to be close to her, to hear her, to feel the rhythm of her life. 

When she's asleep, she's even more beautiful, her face so peaceful, her lips slightly parted. I took a few pictures with my phone, just for me. They're safe in my hidden folder, locked away where no one can find them. She wouldn't mind if she knew, right? After all, I'm her biggest admirer. I'm not hurting anyone.

Every night, I open that folder and look at the pictures I've taken. I study her face, her expressions, imagining what it would be like to brush a strand of hair from her cheek or to whisper her name while she slept. I know her routine now. I've mapped out her entire life—her favorite spots on campus, the way she curls her fingers when she writes, the exact time she leaves her house every morning. 

I know it all.

Sometimes I send her messages from fake accounts, just to see if she'll respond. She never does. She probably thinks they're random, from strangers. She doesn't know it's me. Not yet. But one day, she will. One day, she'll understand that everything I've done, everything I've learned, is for her. 

For us.

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Minji POV:

I'm starting to feel like we're connected in ways no one else could ever comprehend. Sometimes, when I see her walking down the hall, I can feel her looking at me, even if she doesn't know it's me she's seeing. It's like we're bound by something greater than just physical proximity. 

I've started leaving little gifts for her. 

Nothing big...

Just small tokens that I know she'll find, like the notes I leave tucked into her bag when she's not looking. She hasn't mentioned them to anyone, but I know she's seen them. I watch her reaction when she finds them, the way she furrows her brow for a moment before tucking them away. She's trying to figure out who's behind it, and I know it's only a matter of time before she puts the pieces together.

But until then, I'll keep collecting. Keep watching. Keep waiting for the day when she finally looks at me the way I look at her. When she finally realizes that we're meant to be together, that this is how it's always been.

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Hanni POV:

The more I learn about her, the more I realize how perfect we are for each other. She's everything I've ever wanted. Everything I've ever needed. I've thought about leaving her something, something small to show her that I care. But I haven't worked up the nerve yet. Soon, though. Soon, she'll understand.

Until then, I'll keep watching. Keep following. Keep dreaming of the day when I can tell her everything—how much I know, how much I care, how much I love her. She'll understand. 

She has to.

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Author's Note:

They will meet.