Stalker Wooyoung X You

I spot them before they see me, half a block ahead, headphones in, lost in whatever world they disappear into when they walk alone. They always take this route. I know because I’ve taken it too. Every day for the past three weeks.

Today, I walk faster.

Not enough to be obvious. Just enough to time it right. Just enough to be there as they step into the corner near the florist, where the sidewalk narrows and two strangers brushing shoulders doesn’t raise questions.

I slow at the bend. Pretend to be adjusting my sleeve. Head down. Harmless.

Then we collide, just barely.

“Oh, sorry,” I say, quick and casual, stepping back just a little. Not too far. “Didn’t mean to—”

I glance up, eyes locking on theirs for the first time today. The first time in person. I keep my expression open, faintly apologetic. Perfectly forgettable, if they want it to be.

“I wasn’t paying attention.”

I smile. Just enough.

And I wait. Let them decide if it ends here… or begins.