Han Yeechan was the literal definition of an "average guy." He wasn't some top-tier student, but he wasn't a bullied loner either. His life was flat, as plain as the white walls of his dorm. To him, the real world was just an annoying distraction from his gaming sessions. Because he was so "don't-care" about everything, Yeechan didn't even notice when the edges of his life started to crack.
For the past three weeks, he'd been getting this weird vibe like a pair of eyes were glued to his back whenever he walked through campus or headed home at dusk. But Yeechan just brushed it off. Just my brain playing tricks, hethought.
Meanwhile, Kang Dae-hyun started showing up on his radar. Dae-hyun was the "it" guy on campus a senior who was basically the center of the universe. Handsome, rich, and had a smile that could kill. But behind that "perfect guy" act, Dae-hyun had a dark side: he wasn't interested in girls. And for some reason, he had fixed his obsession on Yeechan.
Yeechan started "randomly" bumping into Dae-hyun at the library. At first, it seemed like a coincidence, but it started happening way too often. What really made Yeechan uncomfortable was the skinship. The senior would casually wrap an arm around his waist or throw an arm over his shoulder a bit too tightly. Sometimes, Dae-hyun would "accidentally" brush against him in the hallway. Yeechan tried to ignore it, thinking it was just how popular seniors acted.
Then, Yeechan's luck ran out. As he was about to head home, he realized his motorbike keys were gone.
"Crap, where are they?" Yeechan muttered, panicking. He dumped everything out of his bag, making a total mess of his desk.
Just as he was about to lose it, a deep, familiar voice whispered right in his ear. "Looking for this, Yeechan-ah?"
Yeechan jumped. Dae-hyun was standing right behind him, dangling the keys with a smirk.
"Oh! Sunbae! Thank God, thank you!" Yeechan sighed in relief and reached for them.
But Dae-hyun pulled his hand back, holding them high up. Since he was way taller than Yeechan, the keys were suddenly out of reach. Dae-hyun didn't just hand them over; he stepped right into Yeechan's personal space until they were almost chest-to-chest.
"You're so careless," Dae-hyun whispered. "How would you even get home if these were really gone, hm?"
Yeechan laughed awkwardly, feeling like the air was getting thin because they were so close. "Yeah, I'm pretty forgetful."
"I know. I watch you all the time, but you never notice," Dae-hyun said calmly.
Wait, what? Watch me all the time? Since when?
Before Yeechan could say anything, Dae-hyun reached out and fixed the collar of Yeechan's hoodie. Reflexively, Yeechan stepped back. "Uh, yeah... thanks. Can I have the keys?"
Dae-hyun finally dropped the keys into his hand. But as Yeechan tried to pull away, Dae-hyun suddenly grabbed his wrist hard.
"Ow! That hurts, Sunbae!" Yeechan gasped, trying to shake off a grip that felt like a freaking iron handcuff.
Dae-hyun just chuckled, like Yeechan's pain was actually funny. He let go and waved casually as he walked away. "Get home safe, Yeechan-ah."
Yeechan rubbed his throbbing wrist. "Freak," he cursed under his breath.
Back at his messy room, Yeechan tossed his bag on the floor. Under the light, he saw a faint purple bruise on his wrist exactly where Dae-hyun's fingers had been. Yeechan just sighed, thinking the guy was just too strong, and moved on. He needed to game.
While he was staring at his laptop, he instinctively reached for the can of coffee next to him. He took a sip. It was ice-cold and fresh—the can even had condensation on it.
Yeechan froze. He looked at the can.
Wait.
I didn't buy coffee this morning.
He looked around, feeling paranoid. Door? Locked. Window? Bolted from the inside. No signs of anyone breaking in. Nothing was stolen. But the cold coffee was right there.
His skin crawled. He slammed his laptop shut and went to the bathroom to wash his face, hoping the cold water would snap him out of it.
In front of the sink, Yeechan stared at the mirror. His mind was still racing. Without thinking, he tapped the glass with his nail.
Tap. Tap.
Yeechan gave up and went to bed. He didn't notice the most terrifying thing of all.
When he tapped the glass, his fingernail touched its reflection directly. No gap. It wasn't a normal mirror. It was a two-way mirror.