Me? Obsessed? | Bbangsaz Au

The cover up.

Minji POV:

I sat at the café with Haerin, Dani, and Hyein, clutching my coffee like it was my lifeline. The anxiety clawed at my chest, the tension from my latest screw-up suffocating me. How could I have let it slip? That damn note falling out of my textbook had been a disaster—a disaster I now had to fix. If Hanni figured it all out before I was ready to confess, everything would be ruined. She had to forgive me. 

"So, what's the plan?" Dani chirped, her cheerful tone completely out of sync with the gravity of the situation. "You're going to make it up to her, right?"

"That's the thing," I muttered, more to myself than to anyone else. "I need something big. Something unforgettable. Something that will erase the screw-up from her mind and make her realize that I'm the one."

Haerin raised an eyebrow at me, clearly skeptical. She had been like that ever since I told her about the notes. She still didn't get it, but I couldn't expect her to. She didn't understand the depth of what Hanni and I had—the connection we shared.

"You're being dramatic," Haerin mumbled, stirring her drink without looking up. "No, I'm not!" I snapped. "This is everything, Haerin. She knows. She knows, and I need to fix it before she starts... pulling away."

"Why would she pull away?" Hyein asked innocently, blinking at me with wide eyes. "Isn't she, like, obsessed with you?"

My heart skipped a beat. Was she? I mean, I had been obsessing over her for months, learning every single detail about her life. But was she watching me too?

"I... don't know," I mumbled, if there was a chance she liked me, it wouldn't be to the extent I do her, I'd scare her off if she knew. "That's why I need the perfect plan."

Hyein giggled. "Maybe just send her another note? Make it... cute and not like super creepy?"

I scoffed. "No, it has to be more than that. I need something grand. Something that says, 'I know you know, but I meant for you to know but not like in that way.' I need her to understand that it was all intentional. A way to get closer to her, that I was just looking out for her."

"Right," Haerin sighed. "Because nothing says love like unhinged stalking."

I ignored her, she didn't understand. My mind was already running a thousand miles a minute, forming ideas, good ideas of course. I could slip into her apartment while she was out, leave a trail of clues that led her to a big reveal. I could stage some sort of "chance" encounter, where we'd confess our feelings in the most dramatic, romantic way possible. Or maybe I'd leave her an even bigger note, something so bold, she couldn't ignore it.

"What about a scavenger hunt?" I blurted out.

Haerin choked on her drink. "A what?"

"A scavenger hunt!" I exclaimed, my eyes lighting up. "I could leave little notes and clues all over campus. Each one leading her to the next. And at the end, it'll be me. Standing there, waiting for her. It'll be perfect."

"You sound crazy and creepy," Haerin deadpanned, but I didn't care.

Dani was beaming, her sunny personality shining through. "Ooooh, that's so fun! Like a love treasure hunt! I love it."

"Exactly!" I grinned, already picturing how it would unfold. "I'll make it seem like it was all part of the plan, like the dropped note was just a clue. She'll see how much effort I've put into it and realize we're meant to be together."

Haerin just stared at me with a blank expression. "You're insane."

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Hanni POV:

The second I realized Minji had been the one leaving me those notes, something shifted inside me. It was like a door had opened, a door I hadn't known existed, and on the other side was... her. She was obsessed with me, just as I was with her.

The knowledge sent a thrill through me, igniting something dark and twisted. Now that I knew, it was my turn to escalate.

I stood in front of her apartment later that night, just out of sight. I had followed her home. Again. This time, I wasn't just observing her from afar; I was studying her—watching the way she moved, the way she paused in front of her door, fumbling with her keys. I imagined slipping behind her, pressing close, whispering how much I wanted her. She liked me back. That was all I needed to know. Now, nothing was holding me back. I could watch her more closely, follow her every step. She'd want me to, right?

I already knew her schedule by heart—every class, every shift at her part-time job. But that wasn't enough anymore. I wanted more. I wanted to know what she did in her spare time, who she talked to, what her house looked like. I waited until her lights went off before creeping toward her window. 

She should really learn to lock her windows. 

My breath quickened as I peered inside. She was in her bed, her silhouette barely visible under the covers. I watched for a few minutes, imagining what it would be like to slip into the room, to lie next to her. To have her wake up to me.

Instead, I pulled out my phone and snapped a picture.

Perfect. I stared at it for a moment before tucking the phone back into my pocket, my heart racing. She had no idea how much I was willing to do for her. How far I'd go to keep her.

Tomorrow, during our bio session, I'd play it cool. I'd smile and pretend everything was normal, like I hadn't spent hours watching her sleep. She'd never suspect a thing.

But she'd know soon enough. We were destined to be together.