Placebo || 3Racha ✔️

23

When I come to, I feel a wet rag being pressed to my neck. My eyes open, finding Jisung's face right above mine. He smiles down at me, but it was sad.

"What happened?"

His voice comes out strained after he sits up. "You passed out."

My memory flashes a quick image of the room through my brain. Who would do something like this? How can someone be so sick?

"Where's Chan?"

"He's talking to the police in the kitchen. They called backup, so more are on their way. They're going to take us to a hotel for the night. They just wanted to wait until you woke up first. They're going to question you. You can tell them no." He rubs my arm, running off of his own anxieties. "You can do it tomorrow. You've already dealt with so much today. I don't think your heart can handle it."

I stare up at the ceiling. I wanted it to be over. I already knew who my stalker was. I don't know if the name he gave me was real, but it was something.

"Changbin?"

I sit up, seeing Chan walk in. The officers were still in the kitchen. He gives me the same kind of smile Jisung did. That didn't reassure me at all.

"How're you feeling, bun?" He asks, sitting next to Jisung. He pats my thigh, leaving his hand there. I grasp it in my own, clenching my jaw.

"I'm okay."

"Can I ask you a question?" He looked like he already knew the answer to said question.

"Yeah."

"Why didn't you tell us sooner?"

I bite my lip. I knew this was coming. My head was still drowning in different thoughts. They made it throb. I wanted to ask for pain killers, but I knew I couldn't make them wait for any longer.

"I didn't want you guys to think I was cheating on you. Those letters... they said awful things, but without context, they could seem so... sweet. Like a secret admirer. I didn't want you guys to think badly of me or hate me. I didn't want a misunderstanding to happen. I was afraid to lose you both, so I... I kept it a secret."

"You could've just... explained, Bin. We wouldn't have assumed immediately. You've been keeping this to yourself for how long?"

"A few months."

"A few months," Chan repeats, squeezing my hand. "Is that why you've been so sensitive? So stressed and anxious? Why you lash out at us and cry so easily?"

I nod.

"Baby," Jisung pouts, hugging my arm. "We would've never thought badly of you. If you had just explained, we could've gotten this solved sooner. You didn't have to go through so much agony."

"I was so scared," I pout, pulling him into a real hug. "I didn't want him to do something bad to you. He mentioned it once or twice in the notes. Trying to pull you two away from me."

"We would never have let that happen."