❛❛ were you following me? ❜❜
ASK MEME | accepting!
“actually, m’am, i was – i’m so sorry,” with wide eyes and an apologetic grimace, jiwoong fidgets with his fingers, “you dropped something, and i couldn’t help but chase after you.”
slipping a hand into his jacket pocket to procure a wallet, he holds it out to her with both hands, quivering a little bit, as if hoping she wouldn’t misunderstand.
there really should be a sence of triumph or malevolence when you know you’re pretending to be someone you’re not. all those scenes in movies with manipulative people who want nothing but to harm the people they pretend to be the allies of make them seem like monsters that feel satisfaction from such a moral crime.
but, to be honest? he just feels numb inside. from the moment he saw her at the grocery store with her pretty coat and designer bag, he knew exactly who she was. from the moment he brushed past her to get to the fresh produce section, slipping his fingers into her pocket to grab the wallet, disappearing into a different aisle without a second glance, he knew what his mind was set on.
call it a gut instinct, but the hatred that boils inside him is unmistakable to him and him only. he’d put on as many masks as it takes if it meant he got what he wanted.
“i was calling after you, but i suppose you didn’t hear me.”