You know that feeling of being always watched? When every corner you take there's always that sensation of someone following you? Well, I don't. But I bet that the boy a few meters ahead of me does. Oh, here he goes, he's turning!
I quickly withdraw and hide crouched behind a small wall near me. I don't want him to see me, that would be embarrassing right? He already saw me one time and I managed to find an excuse right away but I think he found me suspicious because it's not usual to find a guy who screams at you ‘its such a great day for a walk with the dog’ and then realize he has no dog and goes like ‘oh my god, I lost my dog. Bobby where are you?!’. Yeah, I didn't do that…nope…trust me.
Just like I absolutely don't show every evening at the café where he works a few hours. I don't do that, I don't go in, greet him, stare at him, drool after him, trust me again, I don't do it. Nope.
And I don't hide behind a wall of red bricks because I'm afraid of being spotted in my stalking routine. It's not my first time, I've been stalking him for quite a few weeks…okay exactly three months, two weeks and two days. I'm not gonna tell you even the hours. 2 hours and 34…35.
Wait. I can't hear any footstep. You distracted me.
I quickly get up and rise from that really uncomfortable spot when I'm sent back down on the ground as soon as I bump into someone. I didn't even have the time to realize about that person being there that I'm already seated down, almost right in the mud. Should I look up to see the person? Or should I pretend not to be there and do as if nothing happened and then run away as fast as I can?

“Hey, are you okay? It's Hanbin, right?”

Yup, definitely run away. Like sprint and never look back. Be the first man to ever surpass Usain Bolt’s records, you can do it.
I know that voice and I shut my eyes. I'm not there, I'm not there, I'm not there! Good, now that I'm not there, I swiftly stand up and sprint in the opposite direction of that cute little figure, with those short legs of his, and those smooth abs and chest. No I didn't stalk him in the shower! And for real this time, not that I was being dishonest before. But I didn't watch him showering. I'd like tho. He's just so perfect that I want to watch every side of hiiiii-

“Oh my god! Hanbin-sshi, is everything all right?!”

And now his voice is getting near, he's worried I can't tell. But can you imagine why? How many meters have I managed to run? I would say, at least 5 meters before you made me think of him and that stupid hump kindly disappeared from my vision so I fell face first on the ground. Still missed the mud luckily. Maybe it's funnier if I say that my is right up in the air while my head is almost underground, but I won't say it.

“I’b bine.”

Well, I meant to say ‘I'm fine’ but that's close enough and I think he understood because I even have the courtesy to rise one hand, face still plastered on the asphalt, and give him the thumbs up to mark my point.

“Would you like some help?”

I quickly shake my head. Wrong move, don't ever do that when you have your ing face almost making out with a hard and rough surface. If the dog, that I do not have, bit my junk it would have been less painful than all of this. I swallow a cry of pain but never dare to look up at him.

“You're making me worry. Can you stand up?”

He's such a nice guy right? I know! That's partly why I'm stalking him, I told you before, he's perfect. Not just he's a kind guy, but he's hard working and smart and has that right amount of silliness and that , oh god that . No, I don't have to think about that now. I feel bad honestly. He's worried but I don't find the courage to face him, yet he's still here trying to help me. Fine, I'll do it, only because I don't want him to worry and I really want to run awa