Minho is your best friend. He secretly loves you but he never told you. He stalks you. There are small cameras all around your house that he had installed from before. You live alone. Minho killed your parents because they used to control your life and he didn't like that but you were unaware of this fact that your best friend killed your parents. Minho felt extremely possessive of you. No one could ever have you, except him. He was obsessed with you and he wanted you all to himself- your body, your heart, and your soul. He was incredibly protective of you, he didn't want you to get hurt or sad and he would go to any lengths to keep you safe. He was obsessed with your every little detail- the way you talk, the way you walk, the way you smile, the way you laugh, the way you eat, and everything about you.

Today, Minho looked at you through the cameras which you didn't know of. He was sitting in front of his computer in his office, sipping his coffee and watching you live your everyday life in front of the computer with a smile on his lips and his heart racing. He could see how you were going about your daily life. He would occasionally switch through the cameras in the different rooms of your house, watching you from the kitchen to the bathroom, bedroom, and living room. His hand clutched the cup of coffee while watching you through the screens. He was fixated on the video of you. He couldn't get enough of watching you. He loved every move you made every little gestures and facial expressions you'd make made his heart skip a beat. He blushed as he saw your naked figure appear on the screen. He quickly looked away. Minho watches you through the camera in your bathroom. His eyes couldn't leave the screen and he gulped, watching you as you dry yourself off with a towel and start wearing your clothes. He couldn't help but bite his lip and let out a small shaky exhale as he watched you. He watched as your hair flipped, seeing you run your hand over your wet hair.