"Consumed by Obsession"

Sangwoo's mind was a whirlwind of information about Jason, the young man with bleach-dyed hair and bright brown eyes. He had spent hours scouring the internet, devouring every morsel of information he could find about Jason and the group Faze. He knew that Jason was an only child, born to Vietnamese parents who didn't speak much English. He knew that Jason grew up in Arlington, Texas, but now lived in a house in LA with some of the Faze boys, including his best friend Ron. As he sat in his new apartment in Indiana, Sangwoo couldn't shake the feeling of longing that had taken up residence in his chest. He wished he had chosen to live in LA, to be closer to Jason. But it was too late now, he was stuck in Indiana, hundreds of miles away from the object of his obsession. Sangwoo's thoughts were interrupted by the sound of his phone buzzing. He picked it up, his heart sinking as he saw that it was his mom texting him. He hadn't talked to her much since their trip to London, and he wasn't in the mood for small talk. He quickly typed out a response, not really caring about what he was saying, just wanting to get her off his back. As he hit send, his mind wandered back to Jason. He wondered what Jason was doing right now, who he was with, and what he was thinking about. Sangwoo's thoughts took a darker turn as he began to imagine all the people who were around Jason, all the people who were touching him, talking to him, and laughing with him. Sangwoo felt a pang of jealousy, a feeling he had never experienced before. He didn't like it one bit. He began to fantasize about moving to LA, about finding a way to be close to Jason. He imagined himself showing up at Jason's doorstep, surprising him with his presence. Sangwoo's heart skipped a beat as he thought about being near Jason, about being able to see him and talk to him. But Sangwoo was also aware of the obstacles that stood in his way. He didn't know Jason, and Jason certainly didn't know him. Sangwoo was a stranger, a stalker, and he knew it. But he couldn't help himself, he was drawn to Jason like a moth to a flame. As the night wore on, Sangwoo found himself becoming more and more agitated. He couldn't sleep, couldn't eat, couldn't think about anything except Jason. He felt like he was losing his mind, like he was being consumed by his obsession. And yet, he couldn't look away. He was trapped in this vortex of emotions, and he didn't know how to escape. All he knew was that he had to find a way to be with Jason, to make him his. Anything less was unacceptable.