Yonghwa's POV

I take her into the house, into the living room. I flip on the light switch and turn back to her.

"I want you to see this," I say with a trembling voice.

Slowly, I peel back the rock band posters I put up on my walls the night Seohyun came to my house. Underneath it, countless photos cover the wall.

I see Seohyun's eyes traveling across the wall. Starting from the very left, where it's covered with Junhee. Junhee and me. Then just me.

I hear her catch her breath when the old pictures fade out and new pictures come in.

Pictures of her.

"How... what..."

She whips around and stares at me.

"I haven't died cold and alone yet, huh?"

I stare into her eyes and joke.

"You.... you..."

Her eyes change as she recognizes the face underneath the baseball cap of the beggar she saw every morning. They are full of fear, they are full of caution. They are lost sheeps that have lost the herd. 

"...Why.... who are you...? Who are you really?"

"I've been with you long before you knew me."

"What are you saying?"

"I've always been with you... you just never noticed."

She blinks her eyes, her mind processing my words.

"You... you're a stalker?"

I smile sadly. I click on the remote to reveal footage, live footage of the classroom in the cram school.

"Tell me you're not. Tell me."

"I... I guess we both had things we hid from each other."

"Why.. why? Why me? Of all people?"

That questions stumps me. The first questions she's asked that I'm not able to answer.

She's silent, then she smiles sadly too and answers her own question.

"Because I'm like Joonhee?"

My mouth finally opens as I stutters out a couple words.

"...At first. At first you reminded me of Joonhee."

"I don't need to hear anymore."

She turns and starts to walk out.

"Wait, I didn't-"

Then she stops me. She smiles, genuinely.

"I don't need to hear because I trust you. I don't want to hear why you liked me in the first place because you like me now. And that's all that matters to me."

She knows. She knows the truth will hurt her so she's shielding herself from it.

So I put down my knife and play along. I stop attacking her.

"...Okay."

"But take down those creepy cameras. I don't want my boyfriend doing something like that."

Boyfriend.

She smiles. It's not a genuine smile. Our love is still scarred from all the truth we're keeping from each other, all the lies we are telling each other.

I still don't know her and she doesn't know me.

That's how our clumsy love started.

It's an uneasy feeling.

Knowing we are keeping things.

Knowing we are both lying.

A relationship based off on lies...

Can such a relationship last?

Will it last?

Even when the truth comes out?