"The Unseen Stalker"

The sun beat down on the bustling corridors of the Los Angeles mall, casting a warm glow over the crowds of shoppers and tourists. Jason, along with his friends from Faze, walked through the throngs, their bright smiles and loud banter drawing attention from passersby. The group consisted of Jason, the shortest but perhaps the most energetic; Ron, with his signature fluffy brown hair and bleached tips; Lacy, sporting short brown hair and a chuckle that could light up a room; Adapt, with his buzzed brown hair and awkward demeanor; Max, with his shaved dark brown hair and quiet confidence; and Silky, towering over the group with his thin medium-length dreads and infectious laugh. As they walked, they live streamed their antics to thousands of viewers, making sure to stay within the boundaries of what was acceptable in public. Jason, with his short, fluffy bleach-dyed hair and brown eyes, was in his element, cracking jokes and making flirty comments to their audience. Despite being a little chubby, he carried himself with confidence, his pale skin and Asian features drawing admiring glances from fans. The group paused for a brief moment as Lacy excused himself to buy everyone some water. Jason took the opportunity to glance at his chat, Rage peering over his shoulder to see what all the fuss was about. The chat was blowing up with comments about a handsome guy standing behind them. At first, Jason dismissed it as a joke, but Rage's curious gaze and Silky's amused chuckle made him turn around. That's when he saw him – a tall, pale-skinned man with dark, fluffy hair and piercing brown eyes, sitting in a chair about 20 feet away, wearing sunglasses. He looked almost...watchful. Jason felt a shiver run down his spine as their chat continued to spam about the mysterious stranger. Rage, ever the jokester, called out, "Guys, I think the chat is right! That guy is pretty handsome!" Silky agreed, earning a playful jab from Max about being gay. Lacy returned with the waters, took one look at the stranger, and nodded in agreement. Adapt just laughed, clearly entertained by the exchange. Jason hastily snatched a water bottle from Lacy and took a sip, trying to play it cool. But Rage and Silky were undeterred, suggesting that they should go talk to the guy. Ron, always up for a good time, loudly agreed, while Jason hesitated. It didn't seem smart to bother someone who was clearly trying to relax. But before he could voice his concerns, Rage and Silky had already started walking towards the stranger, Adapt following closely behind. Jason trailed behind, feeling a growing sense of unease. As they approached the stranger, Rage called out, "Hey, man! You're pretty handsome. I'm Rage!" He extended a hand, and the stranger stood up, towering over the group. "I'm Sangwoo," he said, his voice low and smooth. He pushed his sunglasses onto his head, revealing piercing brown eyes that seemed to bore into Jason's soul. Sangwoo's gaze swept over the group, but it lingered on Jason, making him feel exposed. "What's your name?" Sangwoo asked, his eyes locked on Jason. The others looked confused – why was he asking Jason, who was standing at the back of the group? Jason's nervousness spiked as he stuttered out an introduction. Sangwoo's watchful eyes made everyone shiver as he eyed Jason up and down, his expression unreadable. Jason felt like an insect under a microscope, and he couldn't shake the feeling that something was off about this stranger. Little did he know, Sangwoo's interest in him was more than just passing curiosity...