Hoseok was perfect—too perfect. You knew his routines, his favorite places, even the way he sighed when he was tired. Watching him felt natural, like breathing. So, breaking into his house that night? Just another step closer. But as you stood frozen in his dimly lit living room, a low chuckle sent chills down your spine.

You weren’t as careful as you thought. He was leaning against the doorway, eyes dark, lips curled into something between amusement and possession.

"You really think I haven’t been watching you too?"