BOOK 1
Yoon Jeonghan had always been the angel the world adored-perfect smile, perfect life. But perfection was a mask, and behind it was a secret darker than anyone knew. Stalking had never been part of the plan. Yet here he was, eyes glued to Choi...
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Seungcheol POV(2019)
The world blurred around him, the soft hum of voices in the agency lobby fading into nothing but static. His eyes were locked on him.
Yoon Jeonghan.
Even amidst the crowd of models, agents, and staff, Jeonghan stood out like a beacon. His soft, wavy hair framed a face so delicate, it seemed almost otherworldly. His skin, porcelain smooth, caught the light in a way that made him glow. His lips, rosy and full, moved silently as he scrolled through his phone, oblivious to the eyes watching him.
Seungcheol's fingers curled into fists in his lap, nails digging into his palms as a familiar heat simmered in his chest.
He's perfect. Too perfect.
He knew everything about Jeonghan. His schedule, meticulously memorized. His habits, observed and cataloged. Even his favorite coffee order-a vanilla latte with extra foam and a dash of cinnamon-was etched into Seungcheol's mind like scripture. He had followed Jeonghan from afar for months, carefully crafting a mental image of him, a mosaic pieced together from countless observations.
Today, Jeonghan was here for a casting call. His dream was to rise in the cutthroat world of modeling, to stand where giants like Seungri once ruled.
Seungri...
Seungcheol's jaw tightened at the thought of him. The infamous top model with a face that charmed millions and a reputation that concealed the rot beneath. Seungcheol despised him. Not just for the façade he wore so easily, but for something far more unforgivable.
He has Jeonghan's admiration..
Jeonghan's gaze lifted from his phone, and Seungcheol's heart clenched as he saw it-the subtle spark in Jeonghan's eyes as Seungri passed by.
"There he is," Jeonghan whispered softly, his voice laced with awe.
Seungcheol's teeth ground together, the bitter taste of jealousy flooding his mouth.
He doesn't deserve your admiration.
He watched as Jeonghan stood, his graceful movements catching the attention of others, but Jeonghan only had eyes for one man. He approached Seungri cautiously, his delicate features softening with nervousness.
"Excuse me, Seungri-sunbaenim?"
Seungri stopped, turning with a practiced smile, the kind that charmed the world but made Seungcheol's skin crawl.
"Yes?"
Jeonghan's hands clasped tightly together. "I... I just wanted to say how much I admire your work. You've been an inspiration to me since I started modeling. I hope one day I can be as successful as you."
