*TRIGGERING WARNING* through out the story, there may be sexual content, suicidal, depressed thoughts, self harm and bullying. The reader plays the role [Y/n]. [Y/n] means your name. I'm [Y/n]. I'm 15 years old and I live in South Korea, Seoul. I have dark brown hair thats kinda long. I'm short and I like this boy. I lost my parents when... The first day of high school is tomorrow and I'm nervous to meet new people there because I'm the new girl. Let's see if [Y/n] stays alive through out the whole school year without suiciding.

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"No you demonic person. You called me Kim Jong-un! Do I look fat to you? Am I that evil?" He exclaimed, still hiding the bag behind his back. I stomped my foot before creeping towards him. "Uh, what are you doing?" He asked, taking a step back. "Give me those damn grapes." I glared, taking another step forward as he glanced towards the door, quickly dashing out of the room. Book 1:Succulent Book 2:Limerence Book 3:Luminescence |In a process of editing| {Previously named as Hajima} ~Completed~ 9/2/16 Highest Rank- #65 in Chou Tzuyu 10/20/18 #356 in Fanfiction 10/18/17 ©Infinite_Infires ©2016

stalk stɔːk/ verb gerund or present participle: stalking -pursue or approach stealthily. Any ordinary stalker would definitely freak people out but a hot handsome stalker would obviously leave a girl confused and curious.