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꩜ chapter one
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jordan hadn’t thought much of the way yoosung lingered in chatrooms. at first, it was just… endearing. the blond gamer with the nervous laugh and the starry eyes seemed harmless, almost too harmless, compared to the others
he was easy to trust. easy to smile back at when his messages flooded in, even if they were sent at impossible hours of the night.
𝗷𝗼𝗿𝗱𝗮𝗻, 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗮𝘄𝗮𝗸𝗲?
𝗷𝗼𝗿𝗱𝗮𝗻, 𝗱𝗶𝗱 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗲𝗮𝘁 𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗻𝗲𝗿?
𝗷𝗼𝗿𝗱𝗮𝗻, 𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗱𝗼𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗻𝗼𝘄?
the notifications never stopped.
sometimes they came so fast she’d wondered if yoosung was waiting, phone in hand, desperate for the little ‘read’ mark to appear. the eagerness was flattering in its own way. most people didn’t care so much.
but he did.
“ah, sorry if i’m being annoying,” he typed once, followed by a string of embarrassed emoticons. “i just feel better when i know you’re okay.”
jordan had laughed softly at that, lying in bed with the glow of the screen painting her face. it wasn’t annoying. not yet.
there was something addictive about the intensity in his words, the way his affection slipped through even when he tried to mask it. most people kept a polite distance.
yoosung didn’t seem to know what distance meant.
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the first time jordan noticed something off, it was a weekday morning.
classes had just ended, and she was cutting through the campus courtyard when a voice called out.
“jordan!”
yoosung was there, smiling too brightly, waving with both hands like he’d been waiting for hours.
jordan blinked. “yoosung? what are you doing here?”
“oh, uh—” he scratched the back of his neck, chuckling nervously. “i just thought… maybe we could walk home together?”
jordan hesitated. she had never mentioned her class schedule. not once.
“how’d you know i’d be here?”
the boy’s smile froze for a fraction of a second before recovering. “lucky guess?” he offered, the corners of his eyes crinkling.
jordan wanted to question him further, but then yoosung’s hand brushed against hers, tentative, like a secret. the warmth lingered longer than it should have.
and the young girl- confused, wary, but undeniably flattered; let him fall into step beside her.
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that night, the messages came faster.
𝗶 𝗵𝗮𝗱 𝘀𝘂𝗰𝗵 𝗮 𝗴𝗼𝗼𝗱 𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲 𝘁𝗼𝗱𝗮𝘆.
𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗹𝗼𝗼𝗸𝗲𝗱 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝗵𝗮𝗽𝗽𝘆 𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘀𝗺𝗶𝗹𝗲𝗱 𝗮𝘁 𝗺𝗲.
𝗶 𝗱𝗼𝗻’𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗸 𝗜 𝗰𝗮𝗻 𝗴𝗲𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗶𝗺𝗮𝗴𝗲 𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗼𝗳 𝗺𝘆 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗱
jordan stared at the screen, heart thudding a little harder than it should.
yoosung was… strange. there was no denying it. but there was a sweetness in his obsession, a trembling sincerity that made it hard to push him away.
jordan typed back slowly.
𝘆𝗼𝘂’𝗿𝗲… 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘀𝗲, 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁?
the reply was instant.
𝙤𝙣𝙡𝙮 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙮𝙤𝙪
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it was supposed to feel unsettling. but lying awake, phone warm in hand, jordan couldn’t bring herself to close the chat.
something dangerous was growing in yoosung’s devotion.
and though she wouldn’t admit it something inside jordan liked the way it burned.
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