God, I am such a creep.
But honestly I don't really care. And why would I call myself a creep, you ask?
Well, because I was currently on my way to school that was of course inside the hostel building but a shot walk away form the dorms.
And a few days ago, on my way to my classes, I was just idly glancing at the windows when I felt my heart stop.
Because there Park Seonghwa was, in the window of a room on the second floor, in the building that's reserved for employees of the hostel.
Seonghwa was sitting by the glass window, immersed in a book without a care of the world, his black-rimmed glasses perches on his nose, and honest to God, he looked perfect, just sitting there oblivious to my creepy staring.
Seonghwa's shift started at lunch break, where he handed out lunch to the residents, and Wooyoung told me he also teacher Art class in the middle, and how I wish I'd taken that one too.
But now, everyday on my way to school, I just stand behind one in the pillars, and observe Seonghwa with his book or sometimes when he is sketching in his sketchbook, just so in his element.
Come to thing of it, Seonghwa really fits in every element.
I snapped out of my thoughts as I realized I'd been caught up in my Seonghwa daydream.
And now Wooyoung will give me an earful, metaphorically speaking, about how I'm such a creeper and I should just say hi to Seonghwa instead of freaking him out.
But damn, I'd die of embarrassment if Seonghwa even found out I stare at him through his window every morning like a complete stalker.
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𝑷𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒆 || seongsang
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