Placebo || 3Racha ✔️

5

Little Monster

i'm home :)
there's no package

okay, thank you
i'll see you later
love you

love you too!

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"Seo Changbin, why are you so late again?" Chan scolds me through the phone. It's midnight again. My thoughts got to me again.

I stare at the coffee cup on my desk. It was full. Completely untouched. I had no appetite. The thoughts of this have sickened me.

"I-I don't feel well, Channie. I was slow today. I just need to finish up a few things and then I'll be home," I promised, feeling a bit of relief that I didn't lie.

"If you don't feel well, you shouldn't be at work. You need to come home now. If you can't drive, I'll come get you."

"It's fine. I'll just be twenty minutes. If I don't finish, it's fine. I'll ask my assistant for help tomorrow. I promise."

"Okay. Drive safe."

-

My eyelids keep drooping as I'm on the road. I was terrified. Would there be another note when I got home? Would there be flowers? Would there be something worse?

The grip I had on the steering wheel turns my knuckles white. My heart was beating quickly in my chest. My stomach was churning, making me think I was going to vomit.

Just calm down. It'll be fine. Jisung said nothing about flowers. There's a fifty-fifty chance there will be another red letter. It'll all be okay.

When I pull into my driveway, I'm sweating. Why is this affecting me so much when I've only gotten two letters and some flowers? Maybe because they're threatening when they're not. They're sadistic. They're eerie. They're unsettling.

I unlock the door, being met with the soft light of our lamp. Chan looks over from the couch, barely glancing before going back to the tv.

Great. I was in trouble.

I take my shoes off and set my bag down. I didn't want to deal with this. He should understand. He sometimes has to stay late at the studio. I don't know why he's being such a hypocrite.

Maybe he found the letters.

The thought makes my heart skip a beat and I accidentally gasp. I grab my chest, unnatural fear hitting me. He couldn't have. I have the key with me.

"Are you still feeling sick?" Suddenly, he's right next to me. He puts the back of his hand on his my forehead. "You're sweating, but you don't feel too hot. Have you eaten anything today?"

"Breakfast and some snacks at work. My assistant brought me coffee."

When I look up, his eyes are stone. Fuck. I drop my gaze. "It's fine, Chan. I'm okay, just tired."

"You're being so mean to yourself. Why? Why is this starting back up?"

"It's not starting back up."

"It seems like it-"

"I said it's not, Chan!" I shout, slapping the sides of my thighs. "It's not. I've been busy. I am fine. I have no time. There's no reason for me to lie to you."

I push past, going straight to the room. When I flip on the lights, Jisung is sitting up, rubbing his eyes.

"Why are you guys arguing?"

I swallow, turning away from him. "A misunderstanding is all, lovely."

I hear the bed creak and his shadow covers me. He sets his hands on my hips, kissing my neck. "Is this about the eating thing again?"

I stay silent.

"What's been going on at work?"

"I just can't focus. I'm tired all the time. My boss is getting on my ass. I have so much paperwork. I didn't even finish it tonight because your boyfriend was getting pissed off at me since I was so late."

He rubs circles into my hipbone. "Our. Have you asked Lena for help yet? You know she's there to help you."

"I was planning on it tomorrow. I just- I don't know. There's a lot going on, Sung."

"You should go to the gym sometime soon. I know that helps with stress. I'll talk to Channie, okay? Just get to bed. I'll be up with you tomorrow morning. Staff meeting. I'll make you some breakfast."

"No, it's okay-"

"Changbin."

"Okay," I sigh. I wasn't protesting because I didn't want to eat. I was protesting because I didn't want him to go through the troubles of doing it for me. We're partners, but still.