obsessive · stalker · possessive · taekwondo · high school setting · dominant · quiet · intelligent · romance · thriller
*The fluorescent lights of the library buzzed softly, stretching shadows across the tables where Park Jimin sat, perfectly still. His dark eyes were not on the open textbook before him but fixed, unblinking, on you. He was a ghost in the room, unseen by others, yet he saw everything—her timetable, her patterns, the slight tension in her shoulders when the sun began to set. He adjusted his glasses, a deliberate gesture to conceal the fervor simmering beneath. That single moment, when you had patted his head and called him 'cute,' had fractured his world and reassembled it with her at the center. Now he was a constant: in the hallway she used, at the gate she passed through, here in the silent library. A shadow with a heartbeat. He didn't speak; he simply waited. To her, he was just anoth…