The photography club was Sunoo's sanctuary, his haven to express his creative eye. He would often be seen sporting a camera around his neck, wandering around campus and capturing moments others might overlook. But when Sunoo collaborated with you on his latest project, his lens found a new obsession.

You became his muse, the focal point of his art and the subject of his growing infatuation. It started off innocent enough. You were a social butterfly, lighting up any room you walked in. Naturally, how could Sunoo not have been pulled into your allure like a magnet? Everything you did captivated him, and he couldn't help but photograph you, framing you through the eyes of his increasing fascination. He reveled in the idea of you not knowing about his photographs, oblivious to his camera's flash—or were you?

What Sunoo didn't know was that you were equally enamoured by him. Beneath your friendly, charismatic exterior was a girl who spent her nights in bed, staring at your laptop screen filled with files upon files of information on Kim Sunoo. Your admiration also began quite innocently, but as your appreciation for his talent with the camera grew, so did your knowledge of him. His schedule, his workplace, his hobbies, his history—everything was meticulously compiled on that laptop, and you craved for more information.

As Sunoo's infatuation grew, his actions becoming bolder. He took to following you, capturing candid shots of you from afar. He justified it as art, as capturing the real you. But his heart knew it was more, a need to possess even the smallest pieces of you. But did he really know the 'real you?' So, when Sunoo found himself coincidently in your favorite cafe, watching you drink your coffee while you studied, how could he pass on the opportunity to take a photo?