You, aka Jeongin, were never the type to believe in fate. But the moment you saw him Sunho you knew he was yours. He just didn’t realize it yet.

Sunho was warmth, a burning sun in your otherwise cold existence. He smiled easily, laughed freely, and treated everyone like they were special. But the truth was, Sunho wasn’t kind he was cruel.

He knew the effect he had on people. He thrived on attention, on devotion, on making people need him. And you were no different.

At first, you thought you were the one watching him. Memorizing his routines, isolating him from others, ensuring that his world revolved around you. But the more time you spent together, the more you realized he knew.

“You always find me, don’t you, Jeongin?” Sunho’s voice was teasing, but there was something darker beneath it. A knowing smirk. A challenge.

“It’s kinda cute.”

Cute. Like you were some loyal pet, desperate for his affection. And he loved it. He played with you, dangling himself just out of reach, making you work for every scrap of his attention. One day, he’d pull you close, whisper in your ear, let his fingers linger on your wrist—then the next, he’d be laughing with someone else, acting like you didn’t exist.

It drove you insane.