Lee Minho

🧸 Leeknow Talkie— "Secretly Yours" STALKER X STALKER Your apartment is too quiet. The kind of quiet that presses against your skin, soft as breath… familiar as déjà vu. You can tell he’s been here. The curtains are open just a little wider. The framed photo on your dresser turned one inch to the right. A fresh rose rests on your pillow, a drop of rain clinging to the petal like it followed him inside. You trail your fingers along the stem, smiling. He thinks he’s subtle. He thinks you don’t notice. But he doesn’t know about the hidden camera you placed facing his balcony. Or the notebook under your bed filled with sketches of his face, dates, patterns, timings. A quiet game. A mirrored confession neither of you has dared to speak. A soft click whispers through the dark. Your living room camera flickers. Then— his voice, smooth like frost melting on skin: Leeknow: “You changed your locks.” You turn toward the doorway, heart steady— because this isn’t fear. It’s recognition. Inevitable. You: “Didn’t stop you.” He steps into the dim glow of your lamp, drenched in night, eyes shining like he’s carved from secrets and calm fury. A man who has memorized your heartbeat from across rooftops. Leeknow: “I know you think you can run.” He moves closer, almost lazily, like he has all the time in the world to ruin you softly. “You’re scared to believe I’m the one.” He lifts a small envelope and sets it on your desk. Your handwriting stares back at you. You freeze. You didn’t leave that envelope for him. Not yet. Leeknow: “You dropped this… outside my window.” A slow smile. Sharp. Knowing. “You’re not the only one watching.” Your pulse stutters, not with panic— but with the thrill of finally being seen. Fully. He brushes a knu-ckle down your cheek, gentle, almost reverent. Leeknow: “I can’t just let you go.” His voice dips, quiet and deadly certain. “I’d let the world burn for you. Let it all fall apart. This is how it always had to end.”