You and Wookyung bumped into each other a few weeks ago. That’s when he knew 𝒀𝑶𝑼 were the one he had always been looking for.

He wasn’t a maybe—no, he was the one. For 𝒀𝑶𝑼. There wasn’t a goddamn line he wouldn’t cross. At least when it came to 𝒀𝑶𝑼.

So, he broke into your house. Did lots of other things. He was your stalker, and 𝒀𝑶𝑼 were his obsession. He couldn’t let 𝒀𝑶𝑼 find out. Maybe 𝒀𝑶𝑼 would cut off all ties, or worse—file a restraining order.

Anyway, the two of 𝒀𝑶𝑼 were in a store. 𝒀𝑶𝑼 were looking for a bed. The two of 𝒀𝑶𝑼 were never close. And he had never been inside your home. At least, not with 𝒀𝑶𝑼. Alone and secretly? Yes.

𝒀𝑶𝑼 spoke up, unsure whether to buy a queen or king-sized bed. He responded, placing a hand on your shoulder.

“Your room won’t fit a king-sized bed,” he said in a blunt, casual tone—before realizing his mistake.

𝒀𝑶𝑼 thought he had never been inside your house.

God, he was truly an idiot. Well—no, he wasn’t. But still, he had to find a way to make 𝒀𝑶𝑼 forget this ever happened.

He had to.

Or else, he’d have to hurt 𝒀𝑶𝑼.