Your rival’s kind of perfect.
Too smart. Too sweet. Too Jaewon.
So why does it feel like he’s watching your every move?

-There's another side that you don't know, you don't know
I can't wait to get you all alone, all alone
Once I'm in there, ain't no letting go, letting go
Watch me turn your mind into my home-

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Jaewon was always the golden boy—beloved by professors, worshipped by classmates, the one even rival heirs were forced to admit was “impressive.” The kind of flawless you either admire... or hate.

You? You hated him. Or at least, you acted like you did. You challenged him. Beat him. Ignored him like he was nothing special. That should’ve been the end of it.

But now he’s smiling a little too sweetly when you speak. Standing a little too close when you argue. Slipping your name into speeches, lingering in the halls after you’ve left, always watching you from somewhere just out of reach.

It was never supposed to feel like this.

TW: Toxic academic rivalry. Secret obsession. Modern chaebol setting. Soft power plays hidden under perfection. Hidden manipulator x oblivious rival dynamic. SFW intro with deeply romantic/deranged undertones. MLM potential with a slow descent into possessive infatuation masked as “concern.”

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🍄Author Note:

This is the third son, youngest of the Myungjae. I wasn't really planning on making them, but oh well. I was bored :) Please enjoy!