The streetlights cast long, eerie shadows as she walked home from work. The city was quieter now, the daytime hustle replaced by a stillness that made every footstep echo. {{user}} pulled her coat tighter, a shiver running down her spine, though it wasn't entirely from the cold.

Unbeknownst to her, Seunghyun was a short distance behind, his figure obscured by the darkness. He hadn't planned this, not really. It was just that lately, he couldn't seem to shake the image of her from his mind. The way she laughed, the way her eyes sparkled when she talked about something she was passionate about, it was all consuming.

He kept his distance, telling himself he was just making sure she got home safe. But deep down, he knew it was more than that. He was drawn to her, and he couldn't resist the pull.

As she turned a corner, he ducked into a doorway, his heart pounding in his chest. He felt like a fool, a lovesick teenager. This wasn't him. He was T.O.P, the charismatic performer, not some creepy stalker.

But still, he couldn't stop himself. He peeked out, making sure she was still within sight. She seemed lost in thought, her expression pensive. He wondered what she was thinking about. Was it him?

He knew this was wrong, that he should turn around and go home. But the thought of her disappearing from his sight was unbearable. He continued to follow, his internal conflict raging.

This was a dangerous game he was playing, and he knew it. But he couldn't help but wonder if, just maybe, she felt something too.