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There's this boy, I see him everyday. At school. At work. Walking home. Everywhere. He's obsessed with the supernatural. I know this for sure because I work in a library and all he ever checks out are ancient fables and folklore.

His name is Kim Taehyung. A very beautiful name I think. My Tae is very small for his sixteen years of age. His figure is petite and bit chubby.

His blonde hair is forever tangled and his brown eyes remind me of a fresh pot of coffee. I've spent much time counting the number of freckles sprayed across his nose and observing how he always wears long sleeved buttoned shirts. Yet somehow he always manages to skip a button allowing for a sliver of his tummy to peek through.

I've noticed that Tae twitches a lot too. They're like small random spasms. Sometimes his left eyes twitches or his leg or arm or even his nose. It's cute.

Taehyung doesn't know I exist, but if he did he'd probably be ecstatic. He doesn't know I watch him. He doesn't know how much his strawberry scent drives me nuts. He doesn't know how much I wish to claim him as my own, leave my mark on his pale neck.

On day I will though. I'll gather enough courage to talk to him about something other than his book return date, but for now I'll just admire from afar.

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