Me? Obsessed? | Bbangsaz Au

Close enough to touch.

Minji POV:

I never sleep in. Ever. But last night, I couldn't help myself. I had gone to her apartment again, standing beneath her window for longer than I intended, just listening. She kept her window slightly open, and I could hear her faint laughter, probably watching something on her laptop. The sound wrapped itself around my heart, pulling me closer, holding me there. By the time I got home, it was well past midnight, but I couldn't sleep. Not right away. I replayed every moment in my head, the way she moved, the light in her room flickering as she stayed up late. It was intoxicating.

This morning, my alarm blared angrily, but it was already too late. Class had started 10 minutes ago. I threw on the first clothes I could find, grabbed my books, and rushed out the door, my mind still foggy from the sleepless night. How could I let this happen? I never slip up. She'll be in class already. I'll miss the chance to see her.

I rushed across campus, barely paying attention as I turned the corner near the lecture hall, only to slam into something, or someone, hard enough to knock the wind out of me.

Books and papers flew everywhere, and for a moment, I froze, my mind racing.

And then I saw her.

Hanni

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Hanni POV:

Last night, I couldn't stop myself. After following her around campus all day, I went down another rabbit hole, stalking her social media accounts until I could barely keep my eyes open. Every picture of her, every tiny detail I uncovered, felt like a new revelation. I could almost hear her voice through the screen, picture her reactions, her smiles. I knew she stayed up late sometimes, so I stayed up too, imagining what she was doing, wondering if she ever thought about me, even if she didn't know it was me. By the time I logged off, it was nearly dawn.

This morning, I woke up in a panic. I had overslept for the first time in months. I hurriedly threw on clothes, grabbed my books, and ran out the door, my mind still buzzing with thoughts of her. Would I see her today? What if she noticed me? What if she didn't? If I don't leave now I'll miss my chance! 

I was running, completely lost in my own world, when I turned a corner and crashed headlong into someone.

My books tumbled to the ground, and as I bent down to pick them up, my heart nearly stopped.

It was her. 

Minji.

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Minji POV:

Her eyes were wide, her expression as panicked as mine felt. My heart slammed against my chest as I knelt down, reaching for the scattered books. My fingers brushed against one of hers, and for a split second, our eyes met. I swear the world stopped moving. The air felt too thick, suffocating.

I was about to mumble an apology and flee, but then I saw it, a chance. One of her books lay open on the ground, and without thinking, I slipped it into my bag.

"Sorry," I stammered, forcing a nervous laugh as I handed her the rest of her books. "I didn't see you there."

"Yeah, me neither," she replied, her voice so soft, it made my skin tingle.

We were both kneeling there, books in hand, staring at each other like deer caught in headlights. I could hear my heartbeat in my ears, the adrenaline making my hands tremble slightly.

"Sorry again," I muttered, standing up and quickly turning to leave before I could give away how frantic I felt. But inside, I was thrilled. I had her book. 

Her book.

An excuse to talk to her again.

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Hanni POV:

I couldn't breathe. She was right there, so close I could feel the warmth of her body as we both knelt on the ground, scrambling to gather our things. My heart raced, and I couldn't think straight. Her voice, soft and almost awkward, echoed in my mind. She was apologizing, and all I could manage was some pitiful reply.

"Yeah, me neither."

God, why couldn't I say something more? Something witty, something that would make her remember me? But I was frozen, paralyzed by the fact that she was right there, so close and yet so far.

As she stood up and muttered another quick apology, my stomach dropped. She was leaving, and I had barely said a word. I watched her walk away, the sound of her footsteps fading into the distance. I clenched my hands into fists, cursing myself for being so timid. Why didn't I say something? Why didn't I make her stay?

But as I stood there, my mind racing, I noticed something odd.

One of my books. It was missing.

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Minji POV:

I couldn't stop smiling as I walked away, clutching my bag tightly. I could still feel the weight of her book pressing against my side. I had taken it without thinking, but now, it felt like a piece of her was with me. Something tangible. Something real.

I knew it was wrong, but I didn't care. This was my chance. I could return it to her, strike up a conversation. I'd tell her it was an accident, that I had picked it up by mistake. She'd thank me, maybe smile at me, and then we'd have a reason to talk. A reason to see each other again.

It's perfect.

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Hanni POV:

I stood there in shock, realizing one of my books was missing. My stomach twisted. I must've dropped it. But where? I retraced my steps in my mind, realizing it had to have happened when we collided. She must have picked it up.

Suddenly, my pulse quickened, but not in fear,

in excitement.

This was it. This was my chance. If she had my book, she'd have to come find me. She'd have to seek me out. The thought of her coming to me, of her asking to talk, made my heart race. I couldn't believe it.

She would come to me.

And when she did, I'd be ready. This time, I wouldn't let her slip away so easily.