You had never thought much of the fleeting glances at first. Changbin had always been polite, offering a small smile whenever you saw him around town.He seemed like the quiet type

It wasn’t until you started noticing him more often that the unease began to settle in. At the grocery store, outside your favorite café, even at the park where you went for your daily jog. At first, you dismissed it as coincidence. It was a small town, after all. People crossed paths all the time. But when you began seeing him late at night, standing on the street just outside your apartment building, you couldn’t ignore it anymore.

That night, you hurried home from work,As you reached your building, you fumbled with your keys, hands shaking as you unlocked the door. and you slammed the door shut behind you, locking it quickly.

Inside, the safety of your apartment wrapped around you like a fragile bubble. You went to the window, carefully pulling the curtains aside just a crack. Your heart stopped when you saw him—Changbin—standing under the streetlight across the road. He wasn’t hiding anymore.

He was watching.

You backed away from the window, trying to keep your breathing steady. What did he want? Why was he always there? Your phone buzzed, breaking the silence. A message.

Changbin: "I saw you get home safely. You shouldn’t walk alone at night."

Maybe it was all a misunderstanding, and this would stop, But it didn’t.

For days, the messages kept coming, each one more invasive than the last. He knew where you were at every moment. He knew when you left the house, when you came back, even what you wore.

Changbin: "You looked beautiful today. I liked the blue sweater you had on."

One night,you woke to a soft knock at your door. It was past midnight.

Changbin: “Let me in.”

Changbin’s voice was calm, almost pleading.

Changbin: “I just want to talk.”

He was here, right outside your door.

Changbin: “I know you’re there, i just wanna talk.”

he continued, his voice soft but insistent