Placebo || 3Racha ✔️

3

When I get home, it's two-thirty. I'm completely drained. I rub my eyes, my stomach barking at me to eat. I'm so tired though.

I turn around to shake my shoes off. So much work. So annoying. I really wish my shoes would automatically be taken off for me when I got home.

"Bin."

I jump, slamming myself into the door and turning around. Chan stands a foot away from me with a sly grin. I roll my eyes.

"Asshole."

He walks up, his slow steps more eerie than he realizes. He stands over me, covering me in his shadow. Leaning down, he tilts his head, nipping at my lips. I smile, letting him do as he pleased. It's not like I wasn't enjoying this.

His hands rub my hip bones, his slight nails purposefully digging into my skin. Not badly, but just enough to grip me better. I wrap arms around his torso, pulling him closer.

I could do this forever. Of course, with Jisung as well. That would definitely be the life.

My stomach growls again. As he stands taller, I whine softly, chasing his lips. He sighs, leaning his forehead against mine. "I'll make you something to eat. Come sit while you wait."

I sit at our tiny table. Three chairs fit it. They were ugly, but I liked them. I lay my head on the table, tapping my finger against my own skin. I wanted to fall asleep so bad. My mind wanted to escape me.

"Don't fall asleep. You're eating."

I hum. "I know. I'm hungry."

"You have a red envelope on your desk, by the way. It looked weird. Are you involved in some type of dark web shit?"

"Mm, no," I sigh, not really paying attention to the conversation.

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When my alarm goes off, I groan softly. I was exhausted. Why did I have to work at seven? It's too early, especially since I stayed out so late. Chan's arms tighten around my waist, holding me closer.

"Don't go."

I peel open my eyes, shutting the alarm off. "I don't want to either, lovely." I bask in the warmth for a second longer. I feel the grasp he had on me loosen. He fell asleep.

I tug the blanket off of me, his hands easily sliding off. Jisung was probably behind him. I grab some clothes out of the closet, going to the bathroom to change. I don't want to wake them. I always change in the bathroom.

When my hair is done and my teeth are clean, I fix my tie. I go back to our room, kissing both of their cheeks. I'd hopefully be home earlier today.

Before I reach the kitchen, I go into my office. There was another red envelope. I frown at it. Who the hell is sending these to me? I tear it open, pulling out the note that was inside.

I watched you today. You daydream so much. I hope you were thinking about me. I always think about you.

Fear plants itself in my heart. A chill slithers down my spine, raising the hairs on my arm. They... they watched me? Who the fuck was doing this?

I take the note, unlocking my drawer and putting it with the first one. I didn't want my lovers to think I was doing something bad. The note really was direct.

"Fucking hell," I mutter. Whoever was doing this already knew where I lived. They openly admitted to watching me at work. What would stop them from watching me at home? Who's to say they aren't out there right now?

When I creep out into the kitchen, I notice the silence. It never bothered me. Not until now. This silence felt deadly, like it was out to get me. I look past the doorway, getting a glimpse into the living room. It was dark.

"Stop it," I scold myself.

I grab some coffee, eating a banana while I was waiting for it to heat up. There are some eggs in the fridge that I pull out, cooking those too. At least I didn't skip breakfast.