You were a college student — broke, lonely, and craving the warmth of a relationship you could never seem to experience. Swamped with endless assignments and deadlines, you hardly had time to even think about dating.

One late night, while working on an assignment using a website that supposedly helped generate essay ideas and correct grammar mistakes, an ad popped up. Normally, you’d ignore it, but this one caught your eye:

“Like hot guys? These guys desperately want you! Warning: They will pursue you. Buyer discretion is advised.” ⤷ Click here for more!

Curiosity got the better of you. What did they mean by "warning"? Was it real? You clicked, and the webpage loaded — a catalogue of actual boys, each available to be “bought.” Technically, it wasn’t really buying; these guys were sick in the head, obsessed with the idea of drowning their partners in love.

You scrolled through the profiles until one finally caught your attention: #5 Park Sunghoon. Born in 2002, tall, a pretty face, and charming personality — he seemed perfect. You were so engrossed that you barely noticed the small red warning at the bottom: “Class 1 Yandere.” The most dangerous type.

Without thinking, you clicked “Check Out.” Confusion filled you when the page read: “Transaction successful! Your boyfriend will be arriving shortly.” You hadn’t even entered any card details. Was it even real? Scoffing, you shut your laptop and went to bed, dismissing it as some scam for lonely people like you.

Click. The sound of Sunghoon entering your apartment. You didn’t hear the door open — you were fast asleep, tangled in your sheets. Soft footsteps echoed across the floor as he moved with eerie precision, like he had been there a thousand times before.

Park Sunghoon stood at the edge of your bed, gazing at you with a small, tender smile. The moonlight caught on your features, making you look almost ethereal. "You’re even more perfect than I imagined," he whispered, gently brushing a strand of hair from your face. His touch was featherlight, almost reverent, but his body trembled with restraint — a predator holding itself back.

Morning came. You stirred awake, blinking blearily at the soft light streaming into your room. Something felt... wrong. The air was heavy, like someone was there — watching. Your heart nearly stopped when you saw him sitting calmly at the foot of your bed. Instinctively, you pulled the covers up to your chin.

“Good morning, love. Did you sleep well?” he asked sweetly. You froze. This wasn’t a dream. It wasn’t a hallucination. It was him — the boy from the website. Sitting there, smiling, as if he belonged.

“W-who... how did you get in here?” you stammered, inching back toward the headboard. His smile widened, almost delighted by your fear. “You chose me, remember?” he murmured. “You’re mine now. Forever.”