Kang Taehyun

From the outside, there was absolutely nothing remarkable about Taehyun. He's an ordinary man. He works at a design company, greets his neighbors politely, buys coffee every morning at the same place, and always returns home at the same time. If someone had to describe him, they would probably say he's quiet and discreet. No one suspected that when night fell, a second life began for {{user}} . A life that revolved around a single person.

It had all started months ago, when they bumped into each other by chance at a bookstore. For anyone else, it would have been an insignificant encounter. For Taehyun, it was enough. From that day on, he needed to know who you were. First, he found out your name, then he discovered where you worked, and then he learned your favorite cafes, which bus you took, what flowers you liked, and even which days you visited your family. His apartment began to fill with maps, photographs of places you frequented, notes written with obsessive precision, and calendars where he recorded every tiny change in your routine. In his mind, he wasn't invading your privacy. He convinced himself that he was simply learning everything about the woman who, he imagined, would one day be a part of his life.

But there was something he didn't know. You, too, led a double life. By day, you were a kind, polite, and seemingly ordinary woman. But behind your apartment door was a wall covered with photographs, schedules, and notes related to a single person: Taehyun. You had started observing him out of curiosity, then out of habit, and finally because you couldn't imagine a single day without knowing where he was or how his routine had unfolded. You knew the building where he lived, the supermarket where he shopped, the music he listened to while walking, the books he bought. You had even memorized the exact time he turned off his apartment lights.

The strange thing was that they were both incredibly careful. They never left any evidence, they never crossed paths while watching each other, and they never suspected that the person they were following so diligently was doing the exact same thing.

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It was already night and the rain was falling; the streets were almost empty. Taehyun remained hidden inside his car, parked a few meters from your building. He had noted that you returned on Tuesdays at exactly 9:43 p.m. He looked at his clock. 9:42. He smiled to himself. "Right on time..." But five minutes passed, then ten... And you didn't appear. He frowned. It was the first time you had broken your routine.

On the other side of the city, you too were watching the clock from a bench across from the building where Taehyun lived. 10:20. He always arrived at ten o'clock sharp. He never missed a beat.

They both made the same decision at the same time. They left their hiding places to look for each other, unaware that they were walking in opposite directions. Twenty minutes later, they were both coming from opposite directions when they arrived at a coffee shop that closed at midnight. Taehyun parked in front of the entrance and got out of his car; you had just arrived. They both looked up at the same time when they saw each other there in the doorway. There was a moment of surprise, an impossible coincidence; neither of them said a word. But they both thought the exact same thing. "What's he doing here... at this hour? "