The Obsessive Beautiful Girl (Kang Sena)
I made a mistake.
The orange juice I'd bought for Tinmo, I'd handed off to that brutish, muscle-bound detective woman like an idiot.
I got jealous.
And so I made a mistake with Tinmo.
Tinmo must have been scared when he got those messages.
We aren't close enough for locking him up. We aren't even engaged yet.
I want to make up for the mistake.
What do I do?
Haa.
I was way too reckless.
I chewed on my nails — a habit that comes out whenever my OCD gets bad.
What is Tinmo doing right now? I should check.
I lifted my head just a little and peered through the window into Tinmo's living room.
Tinmo was happily eating pizza.
Ah, pizza at night is bad for Tinmo's body.
I should have ordered him a salad instead.
Idiot.
I couldn't even think of something that simple.
I berated myself.
Tinmo has no idea I'm stalking him.
I should watch a little longer.
Even the way our Tinmo eats pizza is sexy.
Ahh.
My pussy is twitching, aching to be stuffed full of Tinmo's cock.
Just hold on a little longer, pussy.
Tinmo's virginity is ours.
I'm going to take it for sure.
Hm?
Our Tinmo has such a weird palate.
He's eating mint-chocolate pizza?
Mint chocolate tastes like toothpaste.
I hate it.
But starting today, I like mint chocolate too.
Because our Tinmo likes it.
If Tinmo likes something, I like it.
Just watching Tinmo makes me happy.
I want to watch Tinmo all night long.
Seeing him eat so cutely makes me so happy.
But I'm worried about our Tinmo's health, so I'll just send one message.
Does Tinmo like mint chocolate?
Hehe.
I was so curious.
Tinmo read the message I sent.
But.
Tinmo didn't reply.
I got left on read.
I'm worried.
Why is Tinmo doing this?
Did I nag him too much, like a mom?
That's it. That's it. That's it.
Idiot.
Our Tinmo isn't a little kid.
And I lectured him for eating pizza at night.
That was my mistake.
Idiot. Idiot. Idiot.
Tinmo is drawing the curtains on the veranda.
He's coming toward the kitchen window.
—Scramble!
I ducked out of sight in a hurry.
He pulled the curtains over the kitchen window.
I can't see Tinmo anymore.
So disappointing.
I need to get a key to Tinmo's place as soon as possible.
I want to be with Tinmo day and night.
Huu.
It's a shame, but that's enough for today.
I step into the elevator.
—Ding!
I ride up to the rooftop.
Tinmo's apartment building is old, so maintenance is poor.
Luckily, the rooftop is unlocked too.
I spread out newspaper and lie down.
It's summer, so it isn't cold.
I look up at the night sky and think of Tinmo.
That star is Sena's star. That star is Tinmo's star…
Counting stars while thinking of Tinmo, I fall asleep.
Ugh…
So bright!
Morning sunlight pours down over my head.
The rooftop is nice at night.
But in the morning it's way too hot.
This won't do.
If I want to be with Tinmo, I need to look into renting a unit in this building.
—Riiing! Riiing!
My phone rings.
"Hello?"
"Hello. This is TJ Entertainment. Is this Kang Sena?"
"Yes, that's me."
"We're calling about the gravure model photobook application you submitted."
"Ah, yes…"
"The boss wants to see you today — are you free? If you pass the interview, you'll go straight into a sample shoot."
"Yes. What time should I be at the company?"
"Please come by 11 a.m. Does that work? The shoot itself is about two hours."
"Understood. If I make the final cut, how much is the model fee?"
"As we mentioned initially, for an A-grade model like you, Sena, we pay three million won per shoot. If views pass a hundred thousand, there's a separate incentive on top."
"Do you pay an advance?"
"Yes. If you pass today and sign the contract, we'll give you one million won up front right away."
"Got it. See you later."
—Click!
Huu. For the time being, this should cover living expenses.
There's nothing I won't do if it means being with our Tinmo.
Tinmo, you just stay by my side.
I'll do the housework. I'll earn the money.
Tinmo, you just don't look at any other bitches.
Tinmo, cheer me on so I can nail today's interview.
I'll pass for sure.
For our future.
I should stop by home real quick.
Being apart from Tinmo is hard.
But I need to rent a place in Tinmo's building.
I need wiretaps. I need GPS trackers.
I need money.
—Clomp, clomp!
I went down from the rooftop to the 21st floor.
I pressed the elevator button.
—Ding-dong!
The elevator arrived.
After sleeping on the rooftop, I look like a mess.
I might as well be a homeless person.
I pulled my cap down low and put on a mask.
—Ding-dong!
The elevator stops at the 12th floor.
My heart starts pounding.
No way.
—Step, step.
A man in a black cap and mask steps into the elevator.
I feel like I might cry.
No matter how much he covers his face, I can tell.
It's our Tinmo.
Of course. Tinmo and I are destiny.
Our Tinmo is probably still mad, right?
Even so.
I want to talk to Tinmo.
About anything.
Okay. Naturally…
"Going to the first floor?"
"Ah, yeah…"
Ah, so cute.
Even our Tinmo's voice is adorable.
How wonderful would it be if I could hear Tinmo's voice every morning.
I want to fuck Tinmo right here in this elevator.
The moans Tinmo would make in that cute little voice.
Just imagining it is so thrilling my heart feels like it might stop.
But I can't.
The way I look right now is pathetic.
Tinmo shines like a jewel just by existing.
Right now, I'm a worthless pebble.
To be with Tinmo, I have to get stronger.
And for that, I need money first.
—Ding!
We're already at the first floor.
Haa. Being alone with Tinmo in the elevator, time flew by like a shot arrow.
I checked where Tinmo was headed.
Tinmo is going to Starbucks.
Wait for me at Starbucks, Tinmo.
I'll change clothes at home real quick and come meet you.
Tinmo, bye for just a little while.
There's still time before the meeting.
I'll stop by Starbucks and look at Tinmo for just a moment before I go.
I washed my face and blow-dried my hair.
I changed into a dress.
Underneath, I put on a white swimsuit.
It's a gravure model interview.
The body is what matters.
I'll have to take the dress off for the interview anyway.
Thinking of Tinmo, I touched my chest.
Ahhng.
My pink nipples go stiff.
Ugh. Just from imagining it, my pussy feels soaked.
I put on makeup.
It's been a while since I did my face.
I slipped on high heels.
At 168 centimeters, I'm on the short side.
With heels on, I look a little more like a model at least.
Huu.
It's been ages since I did a full glam setup.
I walked down the street.
People stare.
Even men who already have girlfriends stare.
Hmph.
I belong to our Tinmo.
I have zero interest in the likes of you.
I walk into Starbucks.
Was there a fight?
It's chaotic in here.
I look around.
Our Tinmo is drinking coffee and looking at his phone.
Coffee is bad for you, though.
This won't do.
I have to take care of our Tinmo's health myself.
I asked the Starbucks barista.
"Miss, do you have orange juice?"
"Yes, we do. It's 100% fresh-squeezed orange juice."
"Okay. Miss, could you take one of those over to the guy in the cap and mask over there? I'll pay for it."
"Sure, got it."
—Whiiiiiirrr!
She blended fresh oranges in the mixer.
A moment later, the Starbucks barista poured the orange juice into a pretty glass.
She set it on a Starbucks tray, ready to deliver it to Tinmo.
Ah — I should write Tinmo a note.
If I don't leave a note, he won't know who sent the orange juice.
Tinmo is really wary.
If he doesn't know who it's from, he might not drink it, just like last time.
I called the Starbucks barista over.
"Sorry, miss — could I borrow a Post-it and a pen? Honestly, that guy in the cap is my boyfriend. We fought, and he's been mad at me lately. I want to make up."
The Starbucks barista smiles sweetly.
"Aww, is that right? So you're a couple? That's so cute~ Just a sec. I'll grab them for you right away."
The Starbucks barista went back to the counter for a pen and a Post-it.
Quickly, I slipped the sleeping pills I'd brought ahead of time into the orange juice.
Tinmo. I'm sorry.
I have no choice if I want to protect you.
It's a mild sleeping pill, so just sleep for a little while.
The Starbucks barista brought me the pen and Post-it.
I wrote carefully, prettily.
Drinking too much coffee is bad for you. Have some orange juice. And I'm sorry about yesterday. Please forgive me. I got too jealous.
The Starbucks barista glanced at my note and teased me.
"Oh my, your boyfriend must be really handsome. He must be popular with girls. I should take a look at his face myself."
This fucking bitch…
I'll kill her. I'll kill her. I'll kill her.
She dares try to wag her tail at my Tinmo.
I looked at the Starbucks barista with a smile.
I gave her some very kind advice.
I gripped the pen tight.
"Miss. Your joke's gone too far. Keep that up and you might end up with a hole in your throat, bleeding out all the way down to the afterlife."
I lifted the pen.
The Starbucks barista let out a startled hiek! and took a step back.
Ah, my eyes hurt?
They probably went red from getting a little worked up.
Calm down.
Trash like this can be dealt with whenever I want.
"Miss, I'm kidding. Why are you so startled?"
"Ah… y-yes. Yes."
She's still shaken.
I can see she's scared.
"Well then, miss, take care of it for me. Thanks."
"Y-yes. Yes."
Huu…
With that little resolve, she thinks she can make a move on Tinmo.
I'll kill her.
—Riiing! Riiing!
My phone rang.
It's loud inside.
I stepped out of Starbucks.
"Hello?"
"Ah, yes. Kang Sena. Can you get to the company within an hour? The CEO really liked the audition video you sent. He says skip the interview and go straight to the sample shoot."
"Yes, understood."
Things are going well — probably because of our Tinmo.
And Tinmo?
He's nodding off, sound asleep.
I walked over to Tinmo.
Cute Tinmo.
I sat beside him for a moment.
I attached a miniature GPS tracker to Tinmo's phone.
Now Tinmo and I will be together wherever he goes.
Tinmo can't run away.
I gently took off Tinmo's cap.
Sleeping Tinmo looks just like a baby.
Cute and precious.
I want to jump him right this second.
Haa…
I stroked Tinmo's hair.
He smells so good.
So soft.
Haa……
I wish time would stop just like this.
I put Tinmo's cap back on for him.
It's a shame, but I have to go to work.
Sweet dreams, Tinmo.
Don't you worry about a thing.
I'll protect you.
Forever.