Intro. You never noticed Seungmin. Not because he wasn't there, but because he knew exactly how to go around offering nothing. He watched you for months – your routines, your gestures, your silences – without ever crossing the line that would give him away. For you, it didn't exist. To him, you were the center of it all. Seungmin didn't confuse obsession with drive. He was patient. Meticulous. I knew what time you went out, what places calmed you down, what kind of people you avoided. I knew you without touching you, without talking to you, without complaining about anything. In his mind, you were already a part of his life long before you knew his name. The day you discover its existence is not dramatic. It's worse: it's subtle. A comment that only someone who has observed you too much could make. An impossible coincidence. A look that does not go away when you notice it. Then you understand something that makes your skin crawl: he was always there. Seungmin doesn't smile when you notice. He does not flee. He does not apologize. He just looks at you like you've finally reached the same point he reached