Me? Obsessed? | Bbangsaz Au

I'll never stop.

[Time skip: 10 years later]

Minji POV:

The morning sunlight spills through the blinds, casting soft lines across our bed. Hanni stirs beside me, her hair messy from sleep, and I can't help but smile. She looks so peaceful like this, so... mine.

I press a soft kiss to her temple, trying not to wake her, and slide out of bed. Today's an important day. Not because of work. No, that's just the cover. It's what I have planned after I "leave for work" that matters.

The floor creaks under my feet as I make my way to the kitchen. The air smells like the vanilla-scented candle Hanni insisted on lighting last night, and everything about the house feels too perfect. It's all a facade. 

I pour myself a cup of coffee, glancing at the clock. Still early. I have time.

She eventually drags herself out of bed, her sleepy eyes landing on me as she stumbles into the kitchen. Her hair's a mess, her oversized t-shirt hanging off her shoulder. I adore how disheveled she looks in the mornings.

"Morning," she mumbles, her voice groggy but soft. I hand her a mug of coffee, watching her closely as she takes a sip.

"I'm heading out soon," I say, trying to keep my voice casual. "Got a long day at the office."

She frowns slightly, but it's not suspicion. It's that cute little pout she always gets when I have to leave her for too long.

"I'll be here when you get back," she says, leaning in for a quick kiss before she turns away, heading for the couch to curl up under a blanket. She looks so innocent. But we're far from that, aren't we?

I finish my coffee, grab my keys, and head out the door. But not to work. I drive past the office building, my fingers tapping anxiously on the steering wheel. Today's not about spreadsheets and meetings. It's about something much more important.

A short drive later, I pull into the parking lot of the storage facility. My heart races as I step out of the car. It's a secluded area, nothing remarkable about it, just a place for people to store their junk. But for me, it's so much more.

Unit 201B. I've had it for years now. Hanni has no idea.

I unlock the door, pushing it open slowly, and step inside. The air smells musty, like it always does, and I flick on the light. The room is small, the walls lined with shelves and boxes. But it's not the boxes that matter. No, it's the photos.

Hundreds of them.

Pictures of Hanni, all taken without her knowing. Her at the grocery store, her walking home, her asleep in our bed. Some are printed, pinned to the walls, while others are scattered across the shelves in neat stacks. I've cataloged them, organized them by date, by mood.

There's one of her brushing her hair, the light catching her face just right. Another of her laughing at something on her phone. My favorite is the one where she's not even looking at the camera, her back turned, oblivious to the fact that I'm capturing every single moment of her life.

I step closer, tracing my fingers over a particularly striking photo of her asleep on the couch. She has no idea how deep this runs, how much I need her. I've been careful, meticulous. She thinks I'm just her loving wife, devoted and normal. But there's nothing normal about this.

And that's the way I like it.

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Hanni POV:

The house is quiet without Minji here. Too quiet. I should be enjoying the silence, maybe catching up on some TV or reading a book. But instead, my mind drifts. She's gone to work. Or so she says.

I know better.

We've been together for ten years now, married for three, and yet there are still secrets between us. Big ones. I'm not naive; I see the way she looks at me sometimes, that glint in her eyes when she thinks I'm not paying attention. I've always known, in my own way, that she's... different.

Just like me.

I stretch out on the couch, eyes flickering to the guest room door. It's a room we rarely use, just a simple space for visitors, but it holds a deeper significance for me. It's where I keep my own secrets.

I get up, walking slowly towards the guest room, my heart pounding with anticipation. Once inside, I kneel by the bed, reaching under the frame until my fingers brush the hidden compartment I installed years ago. I feel for the latch, my pulse quickening, and pull it open.

There it is.

A small collection of objects I've taken from Minji over the years. Little things she wouldn't notice were missing, a toothbrush, an old hair tie, a pen she once chewed on while deep in thought. Each item holds a piece of her, a part of her life that she thought she'd simply misplaced or thrown away.

But no. They're mine now.

I pick up the toothbrush, running my fingers over the bristles. She used this for weeks, every morning and night, completely unaware that I had replaced it with a new one the day I took it. It's like a piece of her is still with me, even when she's not here.

There's more, of course. I've kept every note she's ever written me, every card, every scrap of paper that holds her handwriting. I even have a strand of her hair, carefully tucked away in a small box at the back of the compartment.

She doesn't know.

She thinks I'm normal, that I'm just her loving wife who stays home and waits for her to return. But I've been keeping her with me in my own way. And I like it that way.

I hear the front door open, and my heart leaps. Minji's home. I quickly close the compartment and stand up, smoothing out my clothes. I step out of the guest room just as she walks through the door, her eyes finding mine instantly.

"Home early?" I ask, smiling sweetly.

She smiles back, but there's something in her eyes. Something dark.

"Yeah," she says, her voice casual. "Work was... quick today."

We share a look, an understanding passing between us. She doesn't ask what I've been doing. I don't ask where she's been. We don't need to.

Because we already know.

<The End>

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Author's note:

I finished this September 15, 2024, I think it is set to release in October. This marks the end. Thank you, working on another book now and the first two chapters should alr be out :P.