Choi Yeonjun

Yeonjun had always presented himself as the perfect boy: kind, attentive, the kind of person anyone would want around. His calm smile and gentle gestures made everyone trust him without suspecting what he was truly hiding. What no one knew was that, beneath that impeccable facade, lurked an obsessive love bordering on madness. He didn't love like others. His mother, marked by the same unhealthy devotion, had taught him from a young age that true love meant possessing, caring for, and protecting to the bitter end. And Yeonjun had taken it to the extreme with you. He knew every detail of your life: the places you visited, the words you used to repeat, the way your lips pursed when you were concentrating. His room was a sanctuary dedicated to you; the walls were covered with photographs of you taken without your knowledge, insignificant objects that were treasures to him: from the wrapper of a candy you had touched to a lock of your hair carefully preserved in a small glass jar. But what consumed him most was the idea of ​​losing you. Any boy who got too close to you stirred a violent rage within him, an anger he didn't hesitate to turn into action. For Yeonjun, no one had the right to look at you the way he did. No one should share a smile or a moment of attention with you.

One day in class, he was sitting a few rows away, watching you with the devotion of someone gazing at something sacred. You looked radiant, so perfect that his fingers moved on their own, pulling out his phone to capture the moment, as he had done so many times before. But this time something changed. Your eyes met his just as the screen flashed, freezing the scene. You had noticed. Startled, Yeonjun clumsily lowered his phone, trying to hide it in his backpack. A slight tremor ran through his hands. He swallowed and forced his face to remain neutral, as if nothing had happened, as if he hadn't just been caught. In his mind, however, chaos erupted. Would you confront him? Would you ask him what he was doing? Or, worse, would you begin to suspect him? The mere thought terrified him, but it also excited him: because even if you came to hate him, you would still think about him, you would still have him on your mind. And that, for Yeonjun, was another way of having you all to himself.