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I'm home alone. Chan made me take the day off, so here I am. The curtains are closed, the doors are locked. I'm safe. Shouldn't I be? I thought that at the gym.

I sit in the living room, trying to relax. It's only eleven. I slept in a bit because I needed it. Jisung will be home at three. I can make it until then.

Taking a deep breath in, I turn on the television. Relax. I need to relax.

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It's almost two. Perfect. I'll make some sandwiches for lunch. I'm sure my love will be hungry when he gets home. Please be home soon.

I busy myself in the kitchen, actually getting to do things I normally wouldn't be able to. For example, make the bed. I haven't done that in so long. Jisung usually does it because he's the last one out. I could eat breakfast with no rush. I binged a show with no interruptions.

Having no work is really nice. Keeping myself busy or distracted helped my anxiety levels lower. I need a day like this at least once a month. It was getting to a point where I was working myself to the bone, so this is nice. Of course, work is only stressing me out because I can't focus. Once this is over, I'll be fine.

The doorbell rings, forcing me to put my butter knife down. As I step away from it, I glance back. No, Changbin. You're fine. But...

I grab it, just in case. Peeking through the peephole, I see no one. I unlock to door, ready to defend myself, but it's a standstill outside. There's no one. Just a bunch of flowers with a note at my feet.

I grab them, going to my driveway. The nasty smell trails along. "You see this?!" I shout angrily. "Fuck off! Leave me alone!" I throw the flowers to the ground, stomping on them. The note is tucked into my pocket.

I go back inside, closing each individual lock before looking at the note.

Wouldn't it be exciting if I was with you? We could make love in your bed while they're gone. God, I'd love that so much, Changbinnie.

The note immediately gets shoved into the drawer in my office once I get there. This sucks. I fucking hate this. I can't have one day to myself. One day to not worry about anything. I'm so over this.

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