𝑶𝑭𝑭𝑺𝑰𝑫𝑬 𝑳𝑶𝑽𝑬 ★ 𝒊. 𝒔𝒂𝒆

003

The Airport.

It takes her less than a day to book a flight.

Spain.

Sae is in Spain.

It's reckless and impulsive, even crazy.

But [name] doesn't care.

She boards the plane with nothing but her phone, her wallet, and an overwhelming need to see him again—in the end she had her own share of life pleasures except him.

Every second dragged like an eternity, did he really think blocking her would be able to stop her? That she'd just accept it? Determination is indeed very dangerous.

By the time she lands, she's running on pure adrenaline.

—

Madrid

Finding him isn't easy; Sae is very private, he never post locations.

She digs through every possible lead—His team, their schedule, etc.

She happened to be lucky, a single photo. Not from him directly, but from a teammate.

A restaurant in the background, didn't take long to find it on the web.

—

As [name] got there, she found sae sitting alone, scrolling through his phone, completely unaware of what's coming.

[name] doesn't hesitate, not even for a millisecond. She marches straight to his table and slams her hands down right in front of him.

Sae barely flinches. His eyes flick up calmly to meet hers, utterly unreadable.

"[name]." His voice is cold, uninterested so obviously—Like she's nothing more than an inconvenience. Her stomach twists at the harsh silent reaction but she doesn't let it show.

"You blocked me," she starts,

He doesn't bother denying it. He just leans back in his chair, studying her. "You flew all the way here for that?"

"Don't act like it's nothing," she snaps, her nails digging into the table. "You just cut me off—"

"I had a reason."

"Then tell me," she demands. "Tell me what that reason is!"

For a moment, he doesn't answer. Then, with a soft exhale, he sets his phone down and looks her dead in the eyes.

"You're obsessed with me, [name]."

Her face drops.

"You don't see it, do you?" His voice is eerily calm as he explained. "The way you cling, the way you follow me..I blocked you because you don't know when to stop."

Her chest tightens.

"That's not true.." she murmurs, her eyes drifting away from his.

Sae scoffs, unconvinced. "You're here, aren't you?"

She opens her mouth—ready to argue back, to deny it—but the words don't form.

She can't lie to him. Not when he's right here.

Her fingers tremble.

"So what now?" Sae leans forward, voice low. "You flew across the world just to make me unblock you?"

She swallows hard. She can't lose him. She won't.

"I just..." Her voice cracks but she continues nevertheless "I just needed to see you."

A swift slight change in his expression. Unable to tell if it's pity or anger, or neither.

Then, he sighs.

"You're insane." he states as a matter of fact, rubbing his temples tiredly.

She forces a small, shaky smile. "Then don't leave me alone."

For a second, she thinks he'll get up and walk far away from her. That he'll be done with her for good.

But then reluctantly he slides his phone across the table. Unblocks her.

"Don't pull this shit again." he warns, fully fed up.

[name] let out a breath she didn't know she was holding in, a weight lifting off her chest almost instantly.

She nods, but they both know it's a lie.

Sae leans back in his chair, watching her like a hawk. "You should go home, now, [name]."

Her heart drops once again, "No." She shakes her head, stubbornness rising. "Not until you understand."

"Understand what?"

"That I don't know how to stop my feelings—"

Sae stands up out of sudden, pushing the chair back with a force that makes her flinch. "You're crossing boundaries, and I can't keep letting it happen."

For the first time since she arrived, she felt completely alone.

Her chest tight as he walked away from her, every step deeper into the distance.

"Please," she whispers, the sound barely escaping her lips but reached his ears somehow. "Don't leave me like this."

He doesn't respond. Not at first.

"Then stop acting like you own me."

—

Later That Night, she's walking back to her hotel when she feels the vibration in her pocket. She pulls out her phone to find a message from sae, surprisingly.

"I'll see you tomorrow. Don't do anything stupid."

[name] stares at the message for a long time, trying to understand the meaning behind the words.

For now, she's not alone.

But tomorrow?

She got no clue how it'll go, all she knows is that she won't stop trying.

The next day, [name] waited, a sense of anticipation building harshly in her chest— almost suffocating her. She tried to distract herself, but the thought of seeing Sae again consumed her thoughts. The hours stretched on and she counted every minute patiently, her mind racing. 

He had said he would see me, and that's all that matters. The rest doesn't even register.

She arrives at the meeting spot early—too early. The chilly wind blows through her hair, but she doesn't feel the cold. All she can feel is the fluttering in her chest, the thought of him. The waiting. The desire. She's still holding on to that sliver of hope, but it's fragile—so fragile it could break with the slightest misstep.

Then, finally, she spots him.

Sae's figure emerges from the crowd, his presence undeniable. His sharp features and cold demeanor have always been magnetic, but today, they feel like a weight pressing down on her, overpowering her easily. 

He walks toward her, hands shoved into the pockets of his coat. His expression remains unreadable, but there's a slight tension in his posture.

[name] stands up, heart thumping in her chest, her breath shallow. She wants to say anything, but she doesn't know what to say anymore. She knows the line she's been crossing, the distance between them, but she can't seem to stop herself from reaching for him. 

She wants something from him, anything. She wants him to acknowledge her, to show her that he cares. But how much can she expect from a celebrity who's never asked for this yet receives it constantly?

"[name]," Sae speaks up, his voice colder than usual. His eyes scan her briefly down to up before they look away, as if he's trying not to see her completely. "You're here."

She nods, forcing a smile, though her chest aches with the pressure of his gaze alone. "Yeah, I'm here. Couldn't miss the opportunity to see you again—"

"Enough," Sae interrupts. His tone is sharp, but there's an edge of something else to it—something colder, something that cuts deeper. "I'm here. We'll talk. But don't make it harder than it has to be."

[name] flinches at the words, but she forces herself to stay still. To stand her ground. She can't let him walk away from her again, not when she got this close.

"I know I've made it... complicated. I just—" she starts, but Sae holds up a hand, cutting her off again.

"I said enough," he repeats, his voice quieter, but the finality of it hangs in the air. "You're too much, [name]. You don't understand your place."

She felt nauseous. He didn't say it with the kind of hatred she expected, but it still felt like a slap in the face.

[name]'s mouth goes dry, trying to hold herself together, to control the rollercoaster of emotions swirling within her, but it's hard. So hard.

"I just wanted to be close to you," she whispers. The vulnerability slips out before she can stop it, and she instantly regrets it. Her heart races in her chest, a painful reminder that no matter how much she wants him, she can't control how he feels.

Sae doesn't react immediately. Instead, his eyes flicker briefly toward her, and for a moment, he almost looks pitying. The cool exterior cracks just for a second. He opens his mouth to say something but pauses. There's a heavy silence, one that [name] can't seem to fill.

Finally, he speaks again, his voice cold but laced with something she can't quite place.

"I don't want this to be something more than it is, [name]." His words sting, cutting through her like a sharp blade. "You're just a fan. That's all you'll ever be." And that was salt on the wound.

The words feel like a punch to the gut. They are harsh, they are cold, but more than anything, they are truthful. Sae is telling her exactly what she is in his eyes—nothing more, nothing less. She can't hide from that.

"I'm not just a fan," she murmurs, her voice shaky as she fights to keep it together. She's not sure what hurts more—the rejection or the realization that, perhaps, she was never anything but that in his eyes. "I'm... I'm here for you. I just wanted to—"

"I know what you want," Sae cuts her off again, his gaze piercing. "But this, us, it's not going to happen. I don't need someone like you following me around. You don't get to control this." His words are colder now, every syllable wrapping around her like a shackle, tying her to a reality she refuses to accept.

Her throat aches, and her eyes well up with unshed tears, but she refuses to let them fall. She can't. Not in front of him.

"You don't get it," she breathes, taking a step toward him. "You're all I think about. All I want. I don't care what you say, nothing you say will make me stop. I can't stop. I need you."

The words are raw, desperate, but they hang in the air between them like an unbearable weight.

Sae's face softens, subtly. His eyes linger on her, and there's a flicker of something in them but it's gone before she can grasp it.

"You don't know what you're asking for" he replies softly, taking a step back from her as if he's ready to leave. His voice drops, a note of finality in it. "You don't understand what you're doing to yourself."

[name] stands still, trying to keep her calm despite how bad the words sting. 

she can't back down now. She won't.

"I don't care," she insists, voice hoarse. "I don't care what happens to me. I just... I just want to be with you. If it hurts, I'll take it. I'll take anything." 

In the end, pain was just another price to pay, and as a masochist, she was more than willing to bear it if it meant staying by his side.

Sae's expression hardens again, his features masked by indifference. "You don't get to choose what happens, [name]," his tone authoritative. "I'm not here to fix you. I'm not some savior. You're on your own in this."

His words hang heavily in the air as he turns to leave, walking away without looking back or waiting for a response. The space between them widens, each step he takes a reminder that they'll never be the same. That no matter how much [name] clings to him, no matter how much she wants him, she will never catches his eye.

And yet, she can't stop herself. She can't let him go.

She watches him disappear into the distance, her heart torn in two.