changbin grunted as he stretched, waiting for his cereal to heat up. still groggy from sleep, changbin rubbed his eyes, sighing to himself. it was finally friday - the day his weekend started as he didn't work on fridays - and changbin could have three days off to relax, to take his mind off of everything; to take his mind off of minho. after such a long week of having to deal with minho's creepy words and extremely long stares, changbin felt nothing but relief knowing that he wouldn't have to see him. god, that guy is scary, changbin thought, before a loud ding! made him snap back to reality. changbin took out his food, sitting down at the table. suddenly, as he shoved a mouthful of cereal into his mouth, his doorbell rang, startling him. changbin slowly stood up, wondering who was visiting him- he hasn't made any plans, nor ordered anything. he shrugged it off, quickly fixing his hair before opening the door. it was a delivery man, holding a rather small box.
''good morning, sir,'' the man said, ''here's your package.''
''i'm sorry, you must be at the wrong house,'' changbin said, ''i didn't order anything.''
the man glanced down at the package, then back up at changbin.
''you are seo changbin, right? the label on this package clearly states this address.''
''that-- that is my name,'' changbin confirmed, ''does it say who sent it?..'' the man shook his head, claiming that all he knows is that the package is directed to changbin. the latter sighed, thanking the delivery man and awkwardly accepting the package.
''have a good day, sir,'' the man smiled before turning. changbin bowed his head, then closed the door. he stared down at the box in his hands, incredibly perplexed. the man was right, this package was definitely meant for changbin. who sent this to him? he sat on the couch in the living room, forgetting about his breakfast as curiosity got the best of him. changbin gently teared away the tape from the box, then opened it. he raised his brows, staring down at yet another, smaller box. this box was way more aesthetically pleasing, coloured a pale pink with rose-gold writing. cotton-candy scented? changbin read, intrigued. he opened it and took out a relatively large glass bottle of perfume. he sprayed it, smiling at the sweet scent. his favourite. as he gingerly placed the perfume back in it's packaging, he glanced back to the brown box he received it in, only then realising that there was one more thing inside of it. it was a sheet of white paper. when he turned it over, he noticed a strange stain, almost as if the writer spilt milk on their letter, however he shrugged it off and read what it said;
'my love, this perfume is for you.
it's your favourite scent, too. i think it suits you perfectly- cotton candy. sweet and innocent, just like you. all i want to do is bury my face in the crook of your neck and inhale that intoxicating scent as i fuck your sexy little body. just the thought of it gets me wet and aching. i want to mark your cute, pale thighs and let everyone know you're mine--'
he stopped reading, appalled and unwilling to go any further. what sick person would write this?! have they seen him naked? whoever it is, they know where he lives and have been close enough to distinguish what scent of perfume he liked. changbin swallowed anxiously, crumpling up the paper in his hands and shaking his head. he threw away the box and letter, not wanting anything to do with it. he then safely stored the perfume away, spraying himself beforehand and slightly relaxing at the comforting smell. throughout the rest of the day, only one thought ran through his mind;
who gave him that gift?
