Watching You (OBSESSIVE SEME)
Episode 1
A hikikomori. A neet. A shut-in. Whatever term you might use…
An outcast in society, a failure.
His small, cluttered studio is his only world.
Months have passed since he felt fresh air or sunlight, and nearly a decade since he engaged with the world through school or work.
Each day blends into the next, showing his increasing inactivity and detachment from life.
One might ask.. what drove a person to such a point?
Yoon
but there’s no food..
A lone man can’t remain at home forever.
- As Yoon walks toward the convenience store, his heartbeat quickens with each step. The fear of encountering people gnaws at him, making his hands tremble. -
- But then, suddenly, something catches his eye, and he stops abruptly... -
- Two men passionately kissing right by his local 7/11. -
-Yoomin stands in shock, his gaze frozen for a split second as the tall, lean man’s sharp eyes lock onto his.-
-The look he gives Yoon would freak anyone out. It sends shivers down Yoons spine as he quickly averts his gaze and rushes into the convenience store.-
-The tall, lean man suddenly and aggressively shoves away the other man he was holding so dearly.-
Minho
wh.. huh? what was that for?
-Heesung says in his deep, aggressive voice, his face twisting into an incredibly annoyed expression-
Minho
wh-what’s wrong, baby?~
-He then tries to grab Heesung’s arm affectionately, only to be pushed away yet again.-
Heesung
A little punk just fucking spotted us.
-Minho’s heart slightly drops.-
Heesung
All because of your pathetic inability to control your dck..
Minho
uh.. crap. well, d-did he take a picture or something?…
-Heesung suddenly slams Minho against the wall, his strength pinning Minho in place, making unable to move.-
Heesung
That’s not the fucking point, Minho. Are you really this dense? The issue isn’t whether he took a picture—it’s that someone saw us.
- Heesung spoke with such fierce and coldness in his voice, yet did not scream. -
Heesung
Minho, everyone in this country knows who I fucking am. That punk is going to spread rumors, and you know damn well how quickly that spreads. You might have just destroyed my entire career, all because you couldn’t keep it in your pants. God, you’re a pain.
Minho stared at Heesung, fear paralyzing him and leaving him speechless. Heesung’s rage was so intense and all-consuming that it was almost… ridiculous.
Yep, that’s right. Heesung is ridiculously paranoid.
-Heesung clenches his teeth, a vein throbbing on his neck. He looks away from Minho, lost in thought for a moment.-
-Heesung finally lets go of Minho, who stands there with tears welling in his eyes.-
Heesung
Just get the hell out of here. I’ll take care of this… of him.
Heesung
Don’t make me repeat myself.
-He says, coldly smiling, instantly silencing Minho. Then he turns away, and Minho hesitantly leaves as well.-
Cashier
That’ll be $15.28, please!
-Yoon awkwardly fumbles through his pockets, desperately searching for his money. His anxiety has him so frazzled that he’s forgotten where he put it.-
- He feels the cashier’s looming stare and grows increasingly embarrassed. Finally, though, his fingers brush against a bill in his jacket pocket, offering a small sense of relief. -
-As Yoon is about to hand over his $20 bill, Heesung appears directly behind him. Yoon flinches, glancing at Heesung’s face and recalling their earlier “encounter”.-
-Heesung’s gaze shifts to Yoon, and Yoon, suddenly overcome with anxiety, quickly averts his eyes.-
Cashier
Oh.. omg! You’re Heesung-ah, right?! I love you!!!
Heesung
Aw~ Thank you! -He smiles warmly at the cashier-
Cashier
Can I take a pic with you?!
Heesung
Of course~ But first, how much does my friend here owe?
-Heesung’s eyes drift down to Yoon’s items, noting that he only got about a dozen of cheap instant ramen and a couple of energy drinks stacked on the counter.-
Heesung
POV: … Huh. That’s what he’s getting? It really sums up where he’s at right now. Pathetic.
Cashier
Ah, it’s on the house! I can’t possibly make you pay!! I love all your shows!!!
Heesung
Aw, you’re so cute! Here, let’s take a pic~
-As the cashier and Heesung take a picture, Yoon feels an overwhelming mix of awkwardness, fear, and confusion.-
Yoon
POV: why is this stranger paying for my food? what’s going on?… and, “shows”? sh..should i just leave?
-But the moment Yoon tries to leave, Heesung’s hand clamps down tightly on his shoulder, holding him firmly in place.-
-Yoon’s breath catches in his throat as Heesung’s hand grips his shoulder. His eyes widen in alarm, and he tenses, feeling a cold shiver of fear run down his spine.-
Yoon
POV: why won’t he let go?.. what does he want from me??
-As Heesung and the cashier have small talk, Yoon stands there, pale and trembling with fear. When their conversation finally concludes, Heesung keeps his hand firmly on Yoon’s shoulder, his smile never wavering. But once they step outside, the warm, flashy grin abruptly fades, replaced by a colder, more serious expression.-
Heesung
Alright then. Lets have a chat, shall we?
- Yoon’s voice trembles. He completely avoids eye contact.-
Heesung
POV: He’s already scared and I’ve barely said anything. Man, I even bought his “food”…
Yoon
..i..p-please don’t hurt me…
-Yoon finally manages to force the words out, his voice trembling as he stares blankly at the floor.-
Yoon
i..i don’t know what you w-want, but i probably don’t have it, ehm.. s-so…
- He flinches at the sound of his name. It’s been a while. -
-Heesung remains silent for a moment, his eyes boring into Yoon with a steely intensity. He seems troubled by something in particular.-
Heesung
I.. just. Uh. Excuse me for asking but… uh.
Heesung
Do you even know who I am?
-Yoon looks up slightly, his confusion evident. The question hasn’t fully registered with him due to his overwhelming nervousness. He’s still stuck on the fact he struggles to recall the last time he even spoke to someone.-
-Heesung is clearly taken aback, struggling to comprehend how someone wouldn’t recognize him. It might seem entitled, and it certainly is, but given his prominence—his face is practically plastered everywhere in South Korea—he feels justified in his bewilderment.-
Heesung
Are you joking or something?
Heesung
Woooow. Do you live under a fucking rock?
-As Heesung grapples with the fact that Yoon doesn’t recognize him, Yoon becomes increasingly overwhelmed. He feels attacked by Heesung’s presence and his harsh words, teetering on the edge of tears.-
Heesung
There is no fucking way. Christ, what the hell…
- Heesung finally glances at Yoon, whom was on the verge of tears. -
Yoon sniffs quietly, covering his face with his hands. He’d like to leave, but Heesung is holding the bag with his food.
Heesung
POV: He’s crying. What’s wrong with this guy? He seems genuinely unwell. Should I just walk away?
- Right then, Heesung’s gaze falls on Yoon’s prominent collarbone. He notices just how thin and bony Yoon is, his eyes trailing downward—from his slender waist hidden beneath a sweater, to his grey sweatpants. It almost seems as though Heesung is checking him out. Then, his eyes return to Yoon’s face, taking in his sharp jawline and tall nose. -
-Though Yoon is not conventionally attractive, there’s something almost endearing about his appearance that catches Heesung’s attention.-
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