The Faces I Created For You TXT Hueningkai fan fic

Chapter 4: Stalker?

I leaned against the brick wall across from the hotel, my eyes trained not on Y/N as usual, but on Taehyun. I had to admit, keeping an eye on him had become a bit of an entertaining pastime these last few days. He had some skill; I'd give him that. Despite my best efforts, I hadn't been able to dig up anything substantial about who he was, where he came from, or-most annoyingly-what exactly he wanted.

Taehyun was careful, meticulous even, just enough to stay under the radar but still be present enough to notice. It was as if he knew exactly how far to push without giving himself away. I couldn't help but feel a twisted sense of respect for his persistence, even if it irked me that I hadn't cracked him open yet.

Tonight, as Y/N was working her shift behind the front desk, Taehyun lingered just out of sight around the corner, his eyes flitting toward the hotel entrance every few minutes. I watched his movements closely, tracing the pattern in his steps as he drifted closer to the building and then backed away, blending effortlessly with the foot traffic on the street. He was playing his part well, but he was still playing, while I was the one who controlled the game.

A dark chuckle escaped my lips as I took a breath of the cold air. I had grown fond of watching him dance around the truth without ever quite reaching it. He had no idea that while he thought he was keeping a watchful eye, he was the one being stalked, observed, studied like a specimen under a microscope.

My gaze flickered to Y/N for a moment, her silhouette visible through the large glass windows of the hotel lobby. She looked tired, probably counting down the minutes until her shift ended. I couldn't wait to hear her voice, see that soft smile that made all the time I spent here worth it. But tonight wasn't about her; it was about him.

I put my hands in my pockets and moved a bit closer, pretending to check my phone while my eyes remained locked on Taehyun's position. He was still there, lurking just out of sight, and I wondered if he knew I was watching him. If he did, he gave no indication. The mystery only made him more intriguing. There was something different about him-something familiar, almost as if he'd been drawn into our little world for a reason.

The thought made me grin. Whatever game Taehyun thought he was playing, I'd make sure I was always one step ahead. And if he was bold enough to continue down this path, I would eventually find out what his endgame was. But for now, I was content to keep the tension simmering, to let him wonder if he was the hunter or the hunted.

The clock ticked closer to the end of Y/N's shift, and as the minutes melted away, I finally pushed off the wall and crossed the road. The hotel lobby buzzed with the usual late-evening hum-guests shuffling in, staff quietly going about their tasks. I strolled in, calm and unbothered, but my eyes immediately flicked to the corner where Taehyun stood, half-shadowed by the dim light just outside the entrance.

He was still there, his gaze sharp and unwavering, though he did well to blend in with the scenery. I couldn't help but smirk. He was exactly where I wanted him to be.

I walked through the lobby with confidence, making a show of it. No sneaking around tonight. When Y/N stepped out of the staff changing room, her hair slightly damp from a quick freshen-up, I made my move. I crossed the distance between us swiftly, my boots clicking softly against the polished floor.

"Hey, love," I murmured, and before she could say a word, I pulled her into my arms. My hands pressed firmly against the small of her back, drawing her close. I tilted her chin up with one finger and captured her lips in a kiss-slow, deliberate, and possessive.

It wasn't just for her.

I kissed her like she was the center of my universe, but my eyes briefly flicked past her shoulder, locking onto Taehyun. The glass door of the lobby reflected just enough for me to catch his reaction. His stance stiffened, his head tilted slightly, observing. Good.