Placebo || 3Racha ✔️

21

"When I went to the store, some guy bumped into me, and I dropped everything I was holding. I didn't think much of it; it was an accident."

I clench my eyes shut, trying to remember. Everything was happening so fast that a headache was forming. The hand holding mine squeezed gently. I take a breath.

"He apologized and then started making conversation. We talked for a bit because I thought it'd be nice to have more friends, you know?"

I felt so stupid to give a stranger such trust.

"A few days went by and when I got to work one day, my assistant said some guy delivered flowers for me. I thought it was one of you two. I asked you guys and thought you guys were joking when you said it wasn't.

"The flowers... God, they smelled... awful. They smelled like something had died, yet they were vibrant and alive. I threw them out, thinking it was a mistake. When I got home, there was a letter sitting on my desk. Jisungie had gotten the mail. I opened it and-" I put my head in my hands; I couldn't breathe. I remember. I still had the note. Oh, god, I can't breathe.

"Hey, hey, baby," Chan kneels next to me, grasping the back of my neck and trying to pull me out of whatever panic was happening. "Calm down. Slow, deep breaths. Take your time."

I nod, forcing breaths in and out. Sweat was starting to collect down my back. "I-in the envelope, there were crumbs of the flowers and a note. It said... it said, 'why did you throw me out? Why did you kill me?' I was so confused. I wanted to think it was a prank, but I felt so sick when I read it. That moment, I knew it wasn't you two. It couldn't be. You guys wouldn't do something like that."

I wipe my tears away with my sleeve. My entire body was so tense that it hurt to move. Jisung held my hand, rubbing it gently.

"A-and then it just got worse."

I didn't want to relive it. I didn't want to relive the horrors that I got every day. I wanted it to just stop. I couldn't take it anymore.

"How did it get worse?" Jisung hesitantly asks.

I squeeze my eyelids shut, dropping my head in between my shoulders. You're okay. You're with them. I had to keep reminding myself.

"Go look in my office drawer. The bottom one on the right. The key..." I slowly dig my hand inside my back pocket. I kept the key with me at all times. I didn't want to risk them getting into the drawer. "This is the key. Chan, read them first. I-I don't want Sung to freak out as much as me right now."

Chan glances at our other boyfriend. They share a look. I hide my face again in my hands. I remembered each note. Each vulgar, stomach twisting note.

He takes the key and goes to the office. I listen to his footsteps. I can hear the drawer open after a few minutes. I shove myself into Jisung's arms. I can't listen to his reaction.

"Bin?" Chan calls, his voice wavering a bit.

"What is it, Chan?" Jisung responds for me.

"Where are the notes?"

My eyes pop open. What? I'm quick to sprint over there, almost pushing him aside. The drawer is open, but it's empty.

"What?" I breathe in, another harsher wave of panic hitting me. "No. No, no, no. Oh, god." I land on my knees, ripping open each drawer and rustling through papers. They were gone.

"This- they were there. They were there this morning. How- where did they go?" I stand back up, my eyes darting around the room. I put them there. I locked them in there.

"Oh, god. I'm not crazy. I'm not crazy. Please believe me. Please, please."

I grasp my chest, pressing my back against the wall. My throat swells up, no air escaping or entering. The high-pitched buzzing in my ears shakes my vision, blurring it. It's so loud. I can't focus on a single thing. I don't know what's happening.

He was in my house.