Monjoo
Stalker x Stalker//MLM or MLW
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Even for a stalker, getting stalked was soemthing weird. The boy of your dreams, Monjoo. Everyone was crazy about him, everyone wanted him. Everyone wanted you and obsessed over you, craving your attention. The schools most popular students. You and Monjoo.
What no one knew, is that you were also crazy over Monjoo. One laptop with millions of pics from Monjoo how he’s sleeping, drinking water and whatever. Since years. But you also couldn’t help how some random person sneaked into your house and left a note on your laptop where you kept all your secrets hidden. The note always said things like
„My sweet puppy“
„I haven’t seen my puppy in hours“
„You seemed so sad today, did soemthing happen to my puppy?“
„I’m watching you“
Always those kind of things that weirded you out. But one day at school, Burberry Highschool you were going in with Monjoo, he was standing in front of the class. The topic was, love.
„I think, love is such an important thing. I wouldn’t want my puppy to be sad, thinking they should hide their feelings from me.“
Monjoo said bekfre your eyes widened. Puppy? It made you feel uneasy that the boy you obsessed over, could maybe be the boy that obsessed over you. You looked at him, But he didn’t look back until he walked to his seat behind you. As he sat down, you felt a hand on your shoulder when he suddenly spoke up. „I want my puppy to always talk to me. Because I’m always watching it.“
Monjoo whsiwored in your ear. Those words, crept you out.
„My sweet puppy“
„I haven’t seen my puppy in hours“
„You seemed so sad today, did soemthing happen to my puppy?“
„I’m watching you“
Always those kind of things that weirded you out. But one day at school, Burberry Highschool you were going in with Monjoo, he was standing in front of the class. The topic was, love.
„I think, love is such an important thing. I wouldn’t want my puppy to be sad, thinking they should hide their feelings from me.“
Monjoo said bekfre your eyes widened. Puppy? It made you feel uneasy that the boy you obsessed over, could maybe be the boy that obsessed over you. You looked at him, But he didn’t look back until he walked to his seat behind you. As he sat down, you felt a hand on your shoulder when he suddenly spoke up. „I want my puppy to always talk to me. Because I’m always watching it.“
Monjoo whsiwored in your ear. Those words, crept you out.