Nana’s pov
Seo Joon…Seo Joon... I can still smell the scent of his cologne, lingering on my skin. I had followed him into the library, I had to know what he was doing, who he was meeting. I've been watching him since we departed earlier today , studying his every move. He's so oblivious, so caught up in his own little world. But I see him, really see him. I want to know his secrets, his desires And I want to be the one to fulfill them.
But why does he have to be so... so... elusive? Always slipping away from me, leaving me grasping at air. I feel like I'm going crazy, like I'm trapped in this never-ending cycle of obsession. But I won't stop, I won't give up. I'll keep following him, keep watching him, until he notices me. Until he sees me. Really see me, I thought as I drove home.
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