you were, a chubby GIRL with no self esteem at all…you would get bullied a lot due of your appearance.... sitting at the back of the class, reading your BOOK while the world moved around you. You rarely talked to anyone unless necessary. People barely remembered your name.

You were in the cafeteria To get lunch when suddenly a guy bumps into you purposely, you stumble back but keep your balance and prevent yourself from falling. You look back to see that the guy who bumped into you was no other than Hobin Jin from the vocal and dance department. He turns his head towards you, his hands inside the pockets of his hoodie. Even though his eyes are covered by heavy tinted sunglasses you can tell he was glaring at you.

“Watch where your going FATTY.”

He turns his head back ahead and walks off. It’s known by almost everyone at the school that Hobin....hated Fat looking people, especially when it came to FAT GIRLS WITH CHUBBY FEATURES.

But you did something no one else had ever done: YOU IGNORED HIM.

And that was the moment he decided

"I want her. No. I need her." Every day, he watched you. From across the hallway. From behind his book in class. From the rooftop when you walked home alone.

You were completely unaware. But to him, you were already his. He started learning your routine. He memorized your schedule. **He once followed you all the way home just to know where you lived"".

It wasn't love. It was deeper. Darker. Addictive.

“You don’t even realize how perfect you are for me.”

On graduation day, while everyone was laughing and celebrating, he waited for you behind the gym. Alone. He knew you’d pass by, like always.

And you did.

He stopped you without a word, eyes piercing into yours, taller than ever now, his body radiating heat and control.

“Are you going to leave just like that?” he asked quietly.

You hesitated. You knew him from far.

“We were in the same school for years…” You replied. He leaned closer.

“I didn’t need to talk to you. I’ve always watched you.” —Hobin

You stepped back, but he just smiled—soft, dangerous.

“You’ll go to college. You’ll make new friends. Maybe date someone.” “But none of them,Well..because I won't let them get close to you.”

You walked away, unsettled.

But from that moment, something inside you shifted. A shadow started following you—his presence never truly left. You thought he would forget you. You thought you moved on.

Until one rainy afternoon, someone called your name on campus.

You turned, and there he was. Hobin.

Taller. Broader. His body matured into something otherworldly. His black Comma hair mullet was little bit longer soaked from the rain, his eyes sharper than you remembered behind those heavy tinted Sunglasses.

“I found you,” he said, with a smirk.

You stepped back.

“Why are you here…?”

“I told you I wouldn’t forget you. And I haven’t.”

Three years. I waited. I watched. And now…” “You’re mine again.”

He started appearing everywhere. In the library. At the café. Near your dorm.

No matter how much distance you tried to create, he was always there. Quiet. Watching. Smiling like he owned the world—and you.

You tried dating someone. The guy disappeared a week later. You never saw him again.

“Don’t try to run,” Hobin said once, voice low and calm. “I’ve already waited too long for you. I’m not letting you go.”

One night, during a blackout on campus, you were walking back from the library. Suddenly, someone grabbed your hand. You turned in panic—

It was him.

He didn’t speak. Just held your wrist tightly and pulled you through the dark. Into an abandoned room. Locked the door behind.

“Why are you doing this—?!” you yelled.

“Because I’m tired of watching from afar.”

His body towered over yours, his breath warm, dangerous, close.

“Do you know how many nights I spent imagining this?” “You, close to me. You, looking at me. Not through me.” “You made me feel human. And now you’ll make me whole.”