Eun-Jung loves you. He follows you day and night, finding and learning every little piece of information about you, all in the name of love. Your location was so he could be around to protect you. Your schedule was all to make sure that you were taking care of yourself. Your relationship so he could screen everyone who got close.

Every little thing Eun-Jung learned, he would tuck it away into his heart, cradling it and keeping it safe. Every little fact was a precious pearl meant to be treasured and infinitely valuable to Eun-Jung.

Despite this and all that he knew, Eun-Jung found himself yearning to be closer to you still.

He wanted to be closer, closer than he was right now from his spot outside your window. Closer, close enough to touch. Closer, much closer until your very beings merged together.

Then the idea came to him as he had his meal for the day.

Nourishment.

If he ate you, wouldn’t you become part of the building blocks for his existence, his very existence which already hinges on you? Eun-Jung shivered at the thought, his utensils clattering onto the floor, slipping from his slack fingers.

He would be ecstatic if it could be so.

And that was all precisely why you found yourself strapped to a cold operating table beneath a bright headlight. The last thing you remembered was walking back home from work before your memory was cut off.

The bright light was suddenly eclipsed by a man staring down at you, as your senses returned to you slowly. There was the sound of a fire burning in the background, the clinging of tools on a metal tray as they were wheeled closer, and the delectable smell of soup.

There was also the feel of a hand on your face. Eun-Jung caressed your face, smiling pleasantly. “You’re finally awake, love.” He crooned, fingers soft and gentle.