Parallel Love

The Stalker

 [Bambam]

They say I'm crazy, as in mentally deranged, especially as manifested in a wild or aggressive way.

But why?

I'm neither wild, nor aggressive. I'm more, unenthusiastic, as in not having or showing enthusiasm.

That's more like me. Yes, I'm not crazy. I'm unenthusiastic, about life, about world, about everything.

There's one thing though, that can make me showing enthusiasm. One human being that made me walks here every morning, ordering one cup of hot tea that I don't really need. After a while I could find a nice table to watch him. Here, table near the window at the right side of the counter, where I can see my angel that human's side profile.

I'm enthusiastic to see him every day.

Not really every day. He only works from Monday to Friday. I never saw him on Saturday, and Sunday, but five days a week, 10 minutes a day already enough for me. It has been two months, which means I've been looking at him for 400minutes, more or less.

Jungkook once said that I'm a stalker. Do you know what stalker is? It's a person who stealthily hunts or pursues an animal or another person, or, a person who harasses or persecutes someone with unwanted and obsessive attention.

I'm not stealthily hunt; I'm not a pursuer too. But if I'm really a stalker, do you think he actually feeling harassed with my attention?

Oh there he is, with a brown locks and expensive looking suit on his body. That smile, the thing that will make everything around him seems brighter.

Once again, I'm not giving him unwanted obsessive attention. I just love like the way he walks, the way he smiles, the way his hands moves when he took that Americano. Yes, why is he always ordering Americano? I don't like Americano; it tastes weird on my tongue. I'm more like, a tea person. Yes, a tea person I must say.

And there, he looks at me. Why is he looking at me? Is it because I look at him? No right? I'm invisible, unable to be seen; not visible to the eye.

"Hey." He speaks. My chest hurts as it beats harder that it should be. We're being too close right now, closer than my safe distance. I have to step back, but behind me is a wall. Why God didn't give me a power to penetrate the wall?

"Hello there?" He speaks again, in front of me, with his eyes bores into mine. Why is he looking at me like that? Jungkook I need your help right now. Speak up Jongkook, distract him from my face!

"Hey." Now he chuckles. His chuckle sounds like bells to my ears. Is he even human? "Are you alright?" he speaks again, louder this time. Some of his skins, muscles, wrinkled around his forehead. A frown. Why is he frowning? What the fuck is Jungkook doing? He probably is looking at me with an amused smile right now. I can't turn my gaze away from the angel human in front of me though.

"Why?" another sound, but he isn't speaking. Is that mine? Is that my voice? Why it sounds so raspy, and ugly?

I quickly cover my mouth, hating the fact that I just let out that sinful sound out of my mouth, in front of his angelic-beautiful face.

"Why..? What?" he tilts his head now? That beautiful smile on his face, it's too bright. My eyes hurt. Jungkook please chase him away right now-

"Hello" Jungkook finally speaks. My eyes widens in horror as I'm watching Jungkook takes my hand, offering a handshake to the angel human in front of me. What the fuck is he doing?

No, don't, don't touch me...

"I'm Mark." He speaks, saying the familiar word that craved inside my head as he shakes my hand tightly before releasing it after a brief moment. I'll kill Jungkook after this. But Mark, I know your name though, even before you tell me. Maybe, Jungkook is right. I'm a creepy stalker.