Placebo || 3Racha ✔️

20

Someone taps my shoulder while I'm in my office, having me take off my headphones.

"Hey, someone's at the door. I'd get it but..." Jisung looks down at himself, water droplets dripping off of his body. He had a towel wrapped around his waist.

"Yeah, yeah. You're hot, whatever. I'll get the door," I wink, kissing his cheek before walking past to the front room.

I'd taken a few more days off of work. Maybe it would help the stress that's taking a toll. I doubt it, but being with Jisung more often has been really peaceful. It's been a week since the last note.

When I open the door, no one was there. I look down, a package sitting in front of me. My jaw clenches. No. It can't be. I thought it was over. Why did I speak so soon?

I bring it to the kitchen, getting a knife to cut the tape. As soon as I puncture it, a certain smell hits my nose. What the fuck?

Horror falls upon me when I open it. A scream is caught in my throat. I can't breathe.

A heart. A real, bleeding heart.

"Hey Bin, who was it?" Jisung's feet patter against the flooring as I hear him walk toward me.

I shut the box quickly. "No one. Wrong house." Before I can hide the box, he comes in.

"What's that?"

"Nothing."

He frowns, stepping forward. "I can see the box, Changbin. What's wrong? You look sick."

"Please stay back," I cry, sudden tears falling down my cheeks. Oh, god.

It was time. I can't hide it any longer. I need to tell them. It was getting worse. Whoever it was, they were getting closer.

"Baby, what's-"

"Call Chan. Tell him he needs to come home now."

"Changbin-"

"Do it. Please."

"...okay."

He walks away to grab his phone. I stare at the box in my hands. What the fuck was I supposed to do with this? Am I supposed to call the police now?

I open it again, needing to see if there was anything else inside. There was. A note hidden behind the heart. I pick it up and unfold it.

Your heart is mine, Seo Changbin.

I sprint to the bathroom, blood slightly covering my hands. I slam open the toilet, throwing up whatever I had eaten earlier.

"Oh, god, Changbin. Chan, hurry."
Jisung is at my side for twenty minutes, never leaving until Chan is finally with us.

"Changbin, what's the matter? What's going on?" Chan questions, kneeling next to me.

What do I say? I've had a stalker threatening me for months on end? They sent me a fucking heart? That I'm scared for my own life?

I lift my hands, unsure what to do. I see them glance at one another. Jisung gently lifts my arm, standing himself and tugging on me. I listen, standing as well.

"Are you hurt? Where did the blood come from?" Jisung questions softly. I shake my head.

My hands are trembling as they take initiative to clean them off. Chan holds me against his chest. The blood swirls around in the sink with the soap bubbles. Who's blood was it?

"Let's sit," Chan directs after drying my hands. "You can tell us then."

He leads me into the living room, sitting us down on the couch. They wait patiently for me to start, supporting me by holding my hands. It felt better with their hands covering mine rather than blood.

"It started a few weeks ago..."