Loving Dreaming •A Killing Stalking Fanfiction•

Season I • 01

There's a guy I like. I follow his social media updates religiously. Isn't it obvious I'd want to know about the personal life of someone I like? It's nothing to be embarrassed about. But I don't want him to know because I'm sure I'll be labelled as a stalker.

Normally in male-female relationships, they would either date or decide to be friends. But in my case, neither applies.

I am Yoon Bum, and I am male.

Even now I want to walk up to him and introduce myself but I can't.

I finally understood what they meant by the phrase 'beloved by all'. His empathetic, considerate, gentle aura drew everyone to him.

I knew better than anyone that I'd never be with him.

"Sangwoo! You should come to Yeung's party tonight? Everyone's gonna be there."

"I already have plans for studying tonight."

I turn around and see Sangwoo opening his locker. Next to him is a tall skinny girl with short black hair.

"Come on, it's just for one night." I could tell she was desperate by her obnoxious laugh.

"Maybe I could drop by for awhile, then." Sangwoo smiles and closes his locker. The girl giggles and walks away after clutching his shoulder.

I hear him sigh and shut his locker, I fell for him long ago, I'd always see him in the halls and we shared some classes but our lockers were never near each other, not until this year anyway. This gave me the chance to get used to being so close to him. I was able to hear his conversations with his friends and the girls that would approach him, the girls ask him a lot of questions and that's how I was able to get to know him better this year. The odd thing is that I don't know much about his family, or if he even has any relatives at all.

I watch him walk away over my shoulder and take a deep breath. I stared at his muscular back, he always wore well-fitted shirts, I could see everything. I blush a little and look away from Sangwoo.

I close my locker and head to my next class. I wondered if Sangwoo would go to the party. Not to be cliche but all the popular kids go to parties. If I were to go maybe he would notice me? I shake my head and snap out of it. Sangwoo would never notice a small, skinny person like me, I'm also a boy so it wouldn't work out with us if we became friends. I stop and turn around to look towards Sangwoo, I could see his dirty blonde hair in the crowd. He recently got a haircut, it was an undercut. I feel a ball in my throat as I watch him smile and laugh with his friends. It wouldn't hurt to try...

"Hey, get out of the way. You're blocking the door." A tall girl stands before me, carrying a pile of books. Her nails were painted bright red and she wore green contacts.

"Sorry." I say quietly and try move out of the way but I bump into another girl behind me. She was not as tall as the other one and her nails were painted the same colour.

"Watch where you're going you fucking weirdo." The shorter girl nags in my face and shoves me, I fall into the wall and lose my breath. They laugh and walk away. They weren't even go to this specific class, they just wanted someone to throw around. I bite my lip to suppress myself from crying and walk towards my class.

I pass the bathroom slowly, quietly contemplating whether or not I should cut myself, I haven't done it on school property since I was caught and suspended for a week. I don't do it because I'm sad or want to die or anything, I'm just lonely...

I shake my head and speed walk to my class, I was late as always. I can't tell the teacher about what happened or I'll just get scolded at. I learned at a young age that teachers don't actually care about their students and that they just care about their own careers.