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if you’re not mad, don’t kill me

Youngjae really had no idea what happened to him since that fateful day.

His grades didn't slipped (Hell will freeze over before it does) but somehow, he found himself thinking of Heeyoung almost every day. At first, Youngjae thought that it was just a harmless crush, a repeat of his childhood days. It was nothing, just a little crush, nothing big nor serious.

Then, he found himself stalking Heeyoung home.

It wasn't his fault, really. Honest. After finishing his tutoring session with Heeyoung, he had a sudden curiosity to find out her address. And of course, unlike normal people who would just ask for it directly, Youngjae had to go and follow Heeyoung home, fulfilling his childhood dreams of being a secret spy. And yes, Youngjae had a lot of childhood dreams which he never did quite achieved.

From his spot behind the wall, Youngjae watched as Heeyoung walked towards her home. She was listening to her music on her phone so Youngjae was pretty sure she couldn't hear his footsteps or breathing.

Following her to a block of flats, Youngjae watched as Heeyoung led him to a particular block. Heeyoung was so absorbed in her music, even to the extent to mouthing the lyrics. As Youngjae stalked trailed behind her, he found himself falling deeper and deeper in love with Heeyoung.

It wasn't her beauty (Youngjae wasn't that conceited even though Heeyoung wasn't bad in the looks department) but the fact that even when no one was looking, Heeyoung wasn't afraid to be herself. She won't pretend to be what she w