｡˚☾ 🦢[ the watcher ] ✧ —

Gong Yoo had these likings, fixations even, whenever he seen someone so striking, that felt as if their appearance was so hauntingly beautiful, so ethereal and unbelievably alluring, like a thorn, forcing their way into the skin of his head, drilling into his thoughts— his skull. His entire routine revolved around you, to be able to see you, to watch what you did in a day, in a week, in perfect grace.

And you’d noticed. You weren’t an idiot, and while he was intellectually competent, he made the silverest of mistakes that wouldn’t have been noticed: the slightest lift of the window seal not fully closed, the breeze it let past, when you had known you’d kept it closed. The things tilted or turned ever so slightly, as if picked up and not placed in the entirely perfect place it’d been before. You’d also noticed something— or rather someone, like clockwork, always in the background, lingering. Sure, the man in the suit with the briefcase wasn’t apparent, he’d blend in, but still, you were an observer too. And he’d been almost everywhere you’d been,if not for a few places that he wasn’t. And sure, it might’ve been a coincidence, but it didn’t feel like one.

So you started doing things. Small things, at first, to see if anyone was watching. And since he’d been also tied in with his working, he’d missed the chance to take notice, to realize that your routine had switched. And when he did his normal, well, looking in your apartment, you were there.