Me? Obsessed? | Bbangsaz Au

I see you.

Minji POV:

I sat at the back of the class, pretending to be focused on my notes, but my mind was elsewhere. Hanni's presence weighed on me. The air between us felt thick with tension, like something was waiting to break. Every time I glanced up, I saw her—the way she tapped her pencil on the desk, the way she absentmindedly brushed her hair behind her ear. Each movement was a signal, a beacon that kept pulling me in.

I couldn't stop thinking about the note. It had been weeks since I slipped it into her locker, and though I had been watching her every move, she hadn't reacted—at least not in the way I expected. Did she know it was me? Did she care?

I needed more. I had to push things further. The study sessions we were having wasn't enough. I wanted more. I waited for her to leave class, my fingers trembling with anticipation. The moment she stepped out into the hallway, I followed, keeping my distance but never letting her leave my sight. She moved with such grace, so unaware of the depths of my devotion. I needed her to feel what I felt. I needed her to know that no matter how hard she tried to pretend, we were meant to be together.

I had already done so much. I'd stolen another one of her notebooks, flipped through the pages to find her neat handwriting, the thoughts she scribbled in the margins, the little doodles of stars and hearts. They were all for me, whether she knew it or not.

I had her phone number now, but texting her directly would give me away too soon. Instead, I would watch. I would wait.

But not for long.

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Hanni POV:

I couldn't focus. I hadn't been able to for weeks.

Minji was always on my mind. It was like she had taken root there, creeping into every thought, every dream. I spent hours pouring over her social media, reading every tweet, every old post, looking for clues, for signs that she might see me the same way I saw her.

I knew her better than anyone—better than her friends, better than her teachers. Hell, I knew what brand of shampoo she used, the playlist she listened to while studying, the exact time she liked to go to bed. I had memorized it all. And yet, I couldn't reach her. Not really.

But today felt different. Something had shifted.

As I left class, I felt a chill run down my spine. My phone buzzed in my pocket, but I ignored it, too focused on the growing unease that clung to me like fog. Someone was watching me—I knew it.

Was it Minji?

I wanted it to be her. I wanted her to care enough to follow me, to feel the same intense longing that clawed at me every second of every day. But even if it wasn't her, I couldn't shake the feeling that something was about to happen.

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Minji POV:

I had slipped closer now, following her all the way to the library. It was our unspoken meeting place, the only place where I could watch her without anyone getting suspicious. But today, I wasn't just going to watch.

Today, I had a plan.

I made sure to sit at the table next to hers, close enough that that I could see her with a clear view, but far enough away to not draw suspicion. The room was quiet, filled only with the rustling of pages and the soft sound of pencils scratching against paper.

I waited until she was deep into her work, her brow furrowed in concentration. Then, slowly, I got up and placed a small piece of paper across the table, placing it just far enough that it would catch her eye, before making my way back to my table without her noticing.

She paused, her eyes flicking toward the note. For a moment, I thought she might ignore it, that she would pretend it wasn't there. But then, slowly, almost cautiously, she picked it up.Her fingers trembled as she unfolded it, and I watched as her eyes skimmed over the words I had written.

"You're always so close, but never close enough. I see you every day, Hanni, but you never see me. One day you will. One day, you'll understand what we are to each other. And then, you'll stop running. You'll stay, and we'll finally be together."

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Hanni POV:

My heart raced as I read the note. The words felt like a punch to the gut—sharp, deliberate, unsettling.

Someone had been watching me. Someone who knew my name, my routine, my habits. Someone who had been waiting.

Was it her?

I wanted it to be Minji so badly that it hurt. But there was no way to know for sure. The handwriting was familiar, the tone was both terrifying and exhilarating. It was everything I had ever wanted—proof that I wasn't alone in this. But the fear gnawed at me. What if it wasn't her? What if it was someone else?

I glanced around the library, searching for anyone who might be watching me, anyone who could be the author of the note. My eyes landed on Minji, sitting just a few tables away, her gaze focused on her textbook. She looked so innocent, so focused, as if she didn't have a clue what was happening.

But I knew better. She had to be the one. She had to be.

And if she was, then I had to act fast. I had to show her that I wasn't afraid.

That I wanted her as much as she wanted me.

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Minji POV:

She read the note. I could see it in her eyes—the confusion, the fear, the thrill. It was working.

For weeks, I had been pushing the boundaries, testing how far I could go before she would break. And now, I was closer than ever. She didn't know it was me, not yet. But she would. She would figure it out soon enough.

I watched as she folded the note, tucking it into her bag as if it was something precious, something to be cherished. She had no idea what she was getting into, no idea how deep my obsession ran.

But she would. Soon, she would know everything.

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Author's note:

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