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[ Third Person Pov

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    Shinhye was stumped, soiled to the ground by her perplexity. She genuinely thought her coworker would at least have anything to do with the number, but it wasn't in his contact list, nor any other list for that matter. Even when she called, it went through; rung a couple of times too. If he was using a dual sim setting the call would had disclosed the line was busy.

The black haired sighed, dumping her bag on her kitchen island as she rummaged for a bottle of water.

Not just as a means to quench how parched she had gotten— a result of feeling extremely nervous as Minho watched her search for her stalker's number— she wanted to take her medication. It was now her new routine, taking the capsule so she could sleep with ease. It was far better than lying on bed overthinking, that only induced her fright.

Once Shinhye procured a bottle, she kicked off her flats, heading to her bathroom, it was where she had stacked her counteract, the only thing that seems to give her complete serenity. She dumped three times her usual dosage on her palm, a hint of doubt niggling at the back of her head; tinkering as it mull over the idea of taking them all, today was overly stressful, why not add a little more.

As Shinhye continued to stare and debate on a choice, her thought drifted off to how stupid she felt, thinking it was Minho at some point, the only thing he had in common with her stalker the same season. Even at the party he was pretty wasted himself, being the one that made her drink in the first place, before his roommate took him home rather early because he was getting way out of control.

Although it was bemusing why Felix didn't tell her this when she asked.

Shaking that thought aside, Shinhye returned the unwanted meds back in, deciding to just go with one for now; it worked just fine in the past— it only took thirty minutes for its effect to kick in and she was fine with that.

After washing up and switched into a more comfortable nightwear, Shinhye returned back to her front room to grab her bag, when she heard her doorbell go, and just a second later, her phone chimed with her new message.

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+82xxx-xxx-xxx
Don't let anyone in

+82xxx-xxx-xxx
I want it to be
just us

+82xxx-xxx-xxx
I want to have an
alone time with you

+82xxx-xxx-xxx
Do not open that
door for anyone

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