Consumed by Obsession

Sangwoo's eyes scanned Jason's social media feeds, his mind absorbing every detail, every joke, every smile. It had been a couple of months since he first discovered Jason's existence, and his obsession had only grown stronger. He had moved out of his mom's house and into a quiet apartment in Indiana, a decision he now regretted. He wished he could be closer to Jason, to be in LA, where he could see him in person. As he scrolled through Jason's Instagram, Sangwoo's anger simmered just below the surface. Those Faze boys, they were always flirting with Jason, touching him, making jokes at his expense. Ron, in particular, seemed to think he had a claim on Jason, pinning him to walls and slapping his butt. Lacy wasn't much better, making suggestive comments and innuendos about Jason. Sangwoo's fists clenched as he watched, his mind racing with thoughts of violence. How dare they? Jason was his, and his alone. Sangwoo couldn't understand why Jason didn't seem to mind, why he laughed and joked along with them. Didn't he know that Sangwoo was the only one who truly cared for him? Sangwoo's gaze lingered on a video of Jason and the Faze boys playing a game together. Ron was being his usual boisterous self, teasing Jason and making him laugh. Lacy was chiming in, making jokes and poking fun at Jason's expense. Sangwoo's anger boiled over, and he felt a surge of adrenaline course through his veins. He closed his laptop, his eyes scanning the dark room. He couldn't shake the feeling of unease, of anger, that had been building inside him. He needed to find a way to get to Jason, to make him see that Sangwoo was the only one who truly cared for him. Sangwoo stood up, his tall frame towering over the small apartment. He paced back and forth, his mind racing with plans and schemes. He would find a way to get to Jason, no matter what it took. He would show those Faze boys that Jason was taken, that he was off-limits. As he walked, Sangwoo's thoughts turned to the Faze boys themselves. He had learned a lot about them through Jason's social media feeds. There was Adapt, the tall, lanky guy with the buzzed brown hair. He seemed nice enough, but Sangwoo couldn't help but feel a twinge of jealousy whenever he saw Adapt interacting with Jason. Then there was Max, the quiet, reserved guy with the shaved dark brown hair. Sangwoo had noticed that Max didn't seem to like it when people joked about him, and he wondered what that was like. Silky, the tall, muscular guy with the thin medium-length dreads, seemed to have a good sense of humor, but Sangwoo had also noticed that he wouldn't hesitate to yell at someone if they messed with him. Rage, the muscular guy with the thin chin-length dreads, seemed to have a similar sense of humor, but Sangwoo had also learned that he was visiting from Miami, and that he wasn't always present. Sangwoo's thoughts were interrupted by the sound of his phone buzzing. He glanced down to see a text from an unknown number. His heart skipped a beat as he saw the words "Hey, it's Jason. What's up?" Sangwoo's eyes widened in shock. How did Jason have his number? He hesitated for a moment, his mind racing with possibilities. Then, with a sense of trepidation, he typed out a response.