Placebo || 3Racha ✔️

11

The boys are getting too close. They know something is wrong. I've had a few outbursts already, which force me to sleep in the guest bedroom with shame. How am I going to hide it? I can't do this much longer.

"Sir? The boss is on line seven."

"Thank you."

I pick up the phone, transferring to line seven. "Good morning, sir. Did you receive the paperwork I sent over last night?"

The line was quiet. I frown, looking over at my assistant. She was on her computer, unaware of anything wrong. Was something wrong with the service here?

"Hello? Sir?"

"My love..."

My heart jumps to my throat. I slam the phone down, standing suddenly from my chair. No. No, it can't. He... he found the number. How did he find my work number?

"Ms.Shin, I'll be out for the day. I have a family emergency. Cancel my meetings and let Mr.Pung know if he calls asking."

I bow to her, walking away as she stares at me with concern. No, don't. Nothing is wrong. Don't look upset. Don't look panicked. They can't know. No one can know.

I'm holding my breath right until I get inside of my car. I don't know how to feel right now. Every emotion is whirling through me. Anger, fear, sadness, disgust, dread, panic. Holy fuck. What am I supposed to do!

Before I even know it, red lights are flashing behind me and there's a siren on. I pull to the side of the road, blood draining from my face. It's okay. It's okay.

I roll down my window, waiting for the officer to come over.

"Hello sir. Where are you coming from?"

"Work."

"Do you know why I pulled you over?"

"No."

"You were going twenty over the speed limit. Can I see your license and registration?"

I hand it over with trembling hands.

"All up to date. I'm going to take your license and I'll be right back."

It's only five minutes, but it feels like hours.

"Alright sir. Here you are. I suggest you take it easy on the gas pedal."

A ticket. A ticket that's going to show on the insurance. They're going to see. I'm so fucking stupid. The officer leaves, forcing me to drive away. I need to hit something. I need to take it out on something. I can't hit my house. I would never hit my spouses. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

Deep breaths. I close my eyes once I'm in the driveway and parked. Jisung is home. Deep breaths. Go inside. Eat something.

"Hey baby," I smile as I walk in the door.

"Hey prince!" He hops over, giving me a kiss. "You're home early."

"I-I, um, I don't feel well." Lie. Why do you always lie?

"Poor baby. Want me to make you some soup?"

"Please."

"Okay," he nods, "I'll start it. Get some comfy clothes on and lay down on the couch. Put a movie on. I'll be there soon."