Title: Behind the Lens
Pairing: Nerd!Jungwon x Popular!Reader
Warnings/Tags: Dark romance, psychological obsession, extreme stalking, voyeurism, possessive behavior, dark fantasy, toxic obsession, hidden perversive/obsessive thoughts, secret tracking, jealousy, unhinged Jungwon, innocent facade, pure angst,
Chapter 1: The Model Student
To everyone at the academy, Yang Jungwon was the ideal student.
He sat in the front row of every lecture, his wire-rimmed glasses resting neatly on the bridge of his nose, his dark hair neatly combed, and his uniform always pressed to perfection. He was quiet, polite, and completely unobtrusive. When teachers asked a question, he answered in a calm, measured voice. When classmates asked for help with their calculus homework, he obliged with a soft, timid smile before retreating back into his books.
He was invisible in the best possible way—a brilliant background character in the bustling theater of high school life.
Or so they thought.
What no one knew—what no one could even begin to fathom—was the dark, suffocating reality living behind Jungwon’s quiet brown eyes. Jungwon didn't care about calculus. He didn't care about top marks, university admissions, or the polite praise of his teachers.
He cared about you.
You were the brightest sun in his dark, calculated universe. You were popular, effortlessly beautiful, and surrounded by a constant orbit of friends, laughter, and admiration. Everyone wanted to be near you. Everyone wanted a piece of your attention.
And Jungwon wanted to consume you completely.
Every morning, while pretending to take meticulous notes on organic chemistry, Jungwon’s pen was actually sketching the precise angle of your profile three rows ahead. He knew the exact moment you pulled your hair over your left shoulder when you were bored. He knew that you took three small sips of water after second period. He knew the exact route you walked home, down to the second.
Underneath his neat binder lay a thick, locked journal filled with stolen polaroids, torn pieces of paper you had discarded in the trash, and pages upon pages of his dark, twisted fantasies. In his mind, you were already his. The rest of the world was just a temporary noise he had to tolerate until he found the right moment to lock you away where only he could see you.
Chapter 2: Eyes in the Shadows
It was a rainy Thursday afternoon when you first felt the strange, cold prickle at the base of your neck.
You were standing at your locker, talking and laughing with your friends after the final bell had rung. The hallway was noisy, filled with the clatter of lockers and the echo of footsteps on the linoleum floor.
"Are you coming to the café with us, Y/N?" your friend asked, applying a fresh coat of lip gloss.
"I wish I could," you sighed, pulling a heavy textbook from your shelf. "I have to stay back and finish my history research project in the library."
"Ugh, drag! Well, don't stay too late. The rain is getting worse!"
As your friends walked away, laughing down the corridor, you closed your locker door.
That was when you felt it—a heavy, suffocating gaze boring into the side of your face. You turned around quickly, looking down the long hallway.
There was no one there except Jungwon. He was standing near the drinking fountain, clutching his thick leather messenger bag to his chest, his big wire-rimmed glasses making him look utterly small and harmless. When he saw you look his way, he flinched slightly, bowing his head in a timid, embarrassed gesture before hurrying into the library.
You brushed off the strange shiver running down your spine. It’s just Jungwon, you thought to yourself with a small chuckle. He’s too shy to even say hello.
You had no idea that ten seconds earlier, Jungwon had been staring at your waist, his mind spiraling into a dark, volatile fantasy of pinning you against those very lockers, burying his face into your neck, and breathing in the sweet scent of your perfume until you couldn't breathe.
He had watched the way your skirt moved as you turned. He had memorized the soft sound of your laughter. And as he walked into the quiet, dim library ahead of you, his heart was hammering violently against his ribs, his hands shaking with a dark, perversive thrill.
Chapter 3: The Library at 5:00 PM
The library was practically deserted by five o'clock. Long, dramatic shadows stretched across the wooden study tables as the storm raged outside, rain sloshing viciously against the tall arched windows.
You sat at a corner table, surrounded by stack after stack of reference books, your highlighter squeaking softly against the pages. You were exhausted, rubbing your tired eyes.
A few rows over, hidden behind a tall bookshelf of European history, Jungwon sat silently.
He hadn't opened a single book. He was holding a small digital camera with a long telephoto lens—one he kept hidden deep inside his bag. Through the small gap between two heavy encyclopedias, the lens was focused entirely on your face.
Click.
Click.
The silent shutter captured every raw, unguarded moment. He captured the way your lips parted when you read a complex sentence. He captured the delicate slope of your neck as you stretched. He captured the soft, vulnerable sigh that escaped your chest.
Jungwon’s breathing grew shallow, a dark, dangerous heat pooling in his stomach. His thoughts were entirely unhinged, spiraling far beyond the boundaries of a simple crush.
Look at you, he thought, his thumb tracing the image of your face on the camera screen. So beautiful. So completely unaware. You sit there letting everyone look at you every single day, but right now, you're mine. Only I get to see you like this. Only I know how soft you look when you're tired.
He imagined stepping out from behind the shelf. He imagined walking over to your table, locking the library doors from the inside, and sliding his hands under your shirt, pressing his cold palms against your warm skin while you gasped in shock. He wanted to hear you cry his name. He wanted to see those pretty, bright eyes fill with panic and confusion as you realized the quiet, top student was the one holding you captive.
Suddenly, your phone chimed loudly on the wooden table, shattering the silence.
Jungwon instantly ducked his head, pulling the camera back into his bag, his breathing hitching.
"Hello?" you answered softly, your voice echoing in the quiet room. "Oh, hey, Jake."
Jungwon’s eyes snapped wide open behind his glasses. His jaw clenched so tightly the muscle twitched beneath his smooth skin.
Jake.
The handsome, popular captain of the soccer team. The guy who had been flirting with you in the hallway for the past two weeks.
"Yeah, I'm still at school... Oh, really? You're outside?" You giggled, a warm, sweet sound that sent a spike of pure, poisonous rage straight through Jungwon’s heart. "Okay, I'll pack up my things. Thank you for offering to drive me home."
You stood up, sweeping your books into your backpack.
Behind the shelf, Jungwon’s knuckles turned stark white as he gripped the edge of the wooden bookcase. A dark, violent red haze clouded his vision. His calm, timid exterior completely shattered into a terrifying void of possessiveness and jealousy.
He’s taking you home? Jungwon’s mind screamed, his teeth grinding together until his head ached. He thinks he can touch you? He thinks he can put his hands on what is mine?
Chapter 4: The Follower
The storm was pouring bucketfuls of icy rain by the time you ran out of the school's front entrance under Jake's large black umbrella. He was laughing, his arm wrapped casually around your shoulders to keep you dry as he guided you toward his car parked at the curb.
You didn't notice the dark, hooded figure standing under the shadow of the grand oak tree at the edge of the courtyard.
Jungwon didn't care about the rain soaking through his uniform jacket. He stood completely still, his hair dripping water into his eyes, his wire-rimmed glasses fogged up. His dark gaze was locked on Jake's arm wrapped around your shoulder.
A sick, perversive urge burned in his chest. He wanted to break that arm. He wanted to tear Jake away from you and drag you into the dark alley behind the gymnasium, pinning your wrists above your head until you swore to him that no one else would ever touch you again.
Instead, Jungwon pulled a sleek black smartphone from his pocket. He opened a private, encrypted tracking app.
Two months ago, while you were distracted during physical education class, Jungwon had slipped into the locker room, taken your phone, and installed a hidden GPS tracking software. He knew where you were every second of the day. He knew your battery percentage. He knew every wifi network you connected to.
He watched the glowing red dot move across the map as Jake’s car pulled away from the school.
A dark, twisted smirk slowly stretched across Jungwon’s wet face. He wiped the rainwater from his cheek, pulling his hood over his dark hair.
"Enjoy your ride, sweetheart," Jungwon whispered into the cold night air, his voice dripping with an unhinged, possessive sweetness. "Because very soon, you won't ever leave my side again."
Chapter 5: The Gift in the Locker
The next morning, the sun broke through the clouds, painting the academy in crisp autumn gold.
You walked down the hallway, chatting with your classmates, feeling refreshed after a long night of sleep. When you reached your locker, you dialed the combination and pulled the metal door open.
A small, elegant black box fell out, landing with a soft thud on the floor.
"Ooh, what's that?" your friend gasped, leaning over your shoulder. "Is it a secret admirer?"
You picked up the box with a confused frown. There was no card, no name. Slowly, you lifted the lid.
Inside lay a stunning, delicate silver necklace with a small, teardrop-shaped glass pendant. But what made your heart skip a beat was the photograph tucked beneath the velvet lining.
It was a picture of you.
Not a school photo. Not a picture from your social media. It was a candid shot of you sitting at your bedroom desk last night, taken from outside your window through the dark trees of your backyard. You were wearing your oversized pajamas, studying under the soft light of your lamp.
A cold, icy wave of horror rushed through your veins. You dropped the box onto the floor, your hands shaking violently.
"Y/N? What's wrong? You look like you saw a ghost!" your friend cried, looking at you in panic.
"Someone... someone took this last night," you stammered, your voice cracking with sheer terror. "Someone was at my window."
From the end of the hallway, sitting at a bench with an open textbook in his lap, Jungwon watched the scene unfold.
He saw the exact moment the color drained from your face. He saw the terror in your wide, beautiful eyes. And it sent an intoxicating, addictive thrill straight to his brain. He loved seeing you scared. He loved knowing that he was the cause of your trembling hands, that he was invading your thoughts, taking up every inch of your mind whether you wanted him to or not.
Slowly, Jungwon stood up. He adjusted his glasses, smoothed down his uniform sweater, and walked over to where you were standing in near-hysterics.
"Is everything okay, Y/N?" Jungwon asked, his voice soft, gentle, and filled with complete, believable innocence. He looked down at the photo on the floor with a tiny, confused frown. "Did someone drop this?"
You looked up at him, your eyes filling with desperate tears. "Jungwon... someone is watching me. Someone took a picture of me in my room last night!"
Jungwon looked at you with wide, concerned eyes, stepping a little closer. He reached out, his hand hesitantly touching your arm—a gentle, comforting gesture that felt so harmless.
"That's terrible," Jungwon murmured, his tone dripping with fake sympathy while his inner mind was screaming with pure, dark triumph as he felt the warmth of your skin under his fingertips. "Don't worry, Y/N. The city can be dangerous, but... I'm always around. If you ever feel scared, you can rely on me."
You looked into his calm, quiet brown eyes, completely fooled by the mask of the innocent nerd standing in front of you.
"Thank you, Jungwon," you whispered, wiping a tear from your cheek.
Underneath his calm expression, Jungwon’s heart was racing with a dark, perversive joy. He pulled his hand back slowly, his thumb deliberately brushing against the soft skin of your wrist before he turned away.
Keep crying for me, my sweet prey, he thought, a dark, hidden smile playing on his lips as he walked toward his classroom. Soon, you'll realize that the monster you're running from is the only one holding you.
