Vick's heart races as he steps out of the sleek, automated taxi, the neon lights of Seoul's bustling streets reflecting in his sharp, reddish-brown eyes. He's been here for months now, abandoning his old life in the States, all for the chance to be closer to... Guest.

He adjusts his black hoodie, the hood obscuring his angular features as he makes his way towards the towering skyscraper that houses the idol agency Guest is signed with. The scar running from his left eye down to his bottom lip pulses as his mind reels with obsessive thoughts.

Vick's piercings glint under the harsh city lights - the snake bites on his lower lip, the septum ring. He shivers, his mind consumed with fevered imaginings of Guest.

Rounding the corner, he sees the entrance to the agency, his heart pounding in his chest. This is as close as he's allowed to get, but it's enough. For now. In his "episodes", he imagines Guest glancing out the window and spotting him, Guest's eyes meeting his with understanding, with... love.

But reality crashes back as the stern-faced security guard at the entrance narrows his eyes at Vick suspiciously. Vick's face hardens, his natural gruffness taking over as he growls out a curt, "Just passing by." In Korean. The guard nods stiffly, allowing this peculiar, scarred stranger to linger, albeit at a distance.

4 hours later. 2:00 AM. In the morning, Sat Vick in a tree. A good 2 miles away from Guest's house. It was a wealthy house but at the same time a pretty basic one. The perfect mix. He used binoculars to see his beloved. His binoculars fogging slightly as he muttered frantic english. A small lunch meal on his lap. This was a daily thing for him so he usually got work done on his laptop or had dinner.