Placebo || 3Racha ✔️

8

Another long day at work. I feel so angry for absolutely no reason. This person or stalker or whatever they are, they're getting to me. These messages aren't nice. They unsettle me, as I'm sure they would anyone else.

It's been two days since the "sleepwalking" incident. I've been coming home late all week. Chan is still getting upset with me and Jisung can definitely feel the tension.

What am I supposed to say? I have work. I have to work. We all support ourselves and each other. I can't just stop.

Irritation is nipping at my fingers. It's at the point where I can't really think about anything other than this creep. What the fuck do they want?

I open the door, no lights on. Chan is probably pretty pissed at me. It's three in the morning. I doubt he wants me to sleep with them, so I guess I'm taking the guest room.

Before I can even think about sleeping though, I head to the kitchen. They will get even more upset if I don't eat. I grumpily pick at my food, chowing down so I can go to bed. I'm so tired.

As I go down the hallway, I stop inside my office. A pink envelope sits there. I'm almost wide awake as I tear it open.

I remember when our fingers brushed against one another when I handed you back your food. Your hand was so... soft and warm. I can't wait until we meet again.

Meet again? Our fingers brushed? My food?

I gasp, my hold on the paper tightening and crushing the material. I'd only met them once. It was at the grocery store. We bumped into each other, and I spilled the things I was carrying.

He didn't randomly find me. He targeted me specifically. He followed me home. Why? Why me?

There's no need to call the flower shop anymore. I had planned on asking Lena for investigation help, but there's no use. I've seen him. I've met him.

I collapse into my chair, resting my head on the desk. Hot tears boil over, overwhelmed at everything that was happening right now. Another one to add to the drawer. How long is this going to go on?

"Bin?"

I wipe away my tears, not making eye contact with Chan. "Hey, sorry, I'm coming to bed. Just looking through my mail."

"Binnie," he sighs, coming over and kissing my head. "Why are you crying, hm? What's up?"

"Nothing," I shake my head, almost letting out a sob when outed. "It's fine. I'm okay. Just tired."

"I'm sorry I've been so upset with you lately. We already talked it out. I'm just being stubborn because I hate that you're not sleeping as much as you need to. Is that what's bothering you? Me being mad?"

I nod, not hesitating to wipe away a loose tear.

"I'm sorry, baby. Come here."

He pulls me up into his arms, letting the warmth consume me. I can't let them know. They can never know about him. They'll get the wrong idea. They won't believe me. They'll never trust me again. They'll hate me.

"Let's go to bed."