Placebo || 3Racha ✔️

9

The weekend. My day off. Where I'm supposed to be relaxing, but I'm so behind on work, I'm working. The boys are in the living room, relaxing. I wish I could be there. I want them- I need them.

I sit in my home office, looking down at some papers. I can't read any of it. My headache pounds behind my eyes. Everything is blurry.

I sob out, reality hitting me hard. I shove the papers in a drawer, locking it before the boys could come in.

I bury my head in my arms, my entire body shaking as each cry rumbles out. I was trying my best to be quiet, but my silent cry was still so loud.

"Bun? Hey, what's wrong?" A hand is placed on my shoulder, spinning me around in my chair. I can't look at him. I can't bare it.

He kneels in front of me, trying to get me to look at him. I fall out of my chair, embracing him to avoid eye contact. He locks onto me.

Hug me tighter. Keep me safe. I'm so scared.

"Bunny, please talk to me. What's going on?" He tries so hard to get me to talk, but I can't do that either. I can't do anything.

I sob loudly, letting everything out. It hurts so bad. Keeping this kind of secret is killing me. It seems like a prank, but it's not. It's the hard truth. And I don't know what to do. It's been weeks with countless letters filling up my drawer.

"Changbin, please. Tell me what's going on."

I shake my head, wiping my tears on his shirt in the process. If I told him, how would he react? Would he be mad? Of course he'd be mad. I lied to them. For weeks, I've been lying. That's all I can do. Of course he'll be mad. Maybe he'd go as far as breaking up with me.

I grasp onto the back of his shirt tightly, taking in deep breaths. Anxiety was hitting me hard nowadays. Sometimes I couldn't breathe. Other times, I could only sit there and breathe.

I'm so tired. I don't know how much longer I can do this. They are questioning me too often. It's always either asking about what's going on or them telling me to talk to them. I can't. I have no one. My other friends would tell me to tell them. My parents would tell me to call the police.

What if the creep did something to my boys? I couldn't risk that. Calling the police would piss them off even more. I really don't doubt that.

"Changbin, what can I do to help?"

I shudder, loosening my grip. "Protect me."

"I'll always be here to protect you, but what from? Protect you from what?"