The next day wasn't as boring as before. I kept stalking him and study everything about him.
Everything about my light.
I couldn't bare to lost the light as I will die. On the other way, I couldn't bare to touch or go near my light even more as I will be burnt.
"Oh! It's you again."
Crap! He saw me.
I straightened my posture as I awkwardly smile at him, a shy wave from my hands and that another stare of mine that couldn't leave his features is what made him return the smile.
"Tell me, are you a fan?" He asked.
I said, "no."
He was taken aback from what I said, but it was the truth.
I am not a fan, but a lover. . . You wouldn't have to know that anyway.
"I despise BTS." I admit.
His genuine smile turned into a frown and a pout. "But why?" He asked.
"Because you're all too good."
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DIFFERENT || P.JM
Short Storyit's when she noticed their differences... "He's an angel, I'm a demon."