Her Song, His Heart

The Gift

The morning started normally. The boys were busy preparing for the day, their chatter filling the apartment. Mannon sat at the kitchen table, sipping tea quietly, her mind still clouded by the events of the previous day.

The doorbell rang. Felix, closest to the door, walked over and opened it to find a courier holding a box.

"Delivery for Miss Bhang," the courier said, handing the package over.

Mannon frowned. "A package? I didn't order anything."

"Maybe it's from a fan," Hyunjin said, though he didn't seem convinced.

Chan stiffened immediately. "Don't touch it, Mannon."

She looked at him, confused. "Why? It's probably nothing-"

"It's suspicious," Chan interrupted, his tone firm. He grabbed scissors from the counter and carefully opened the box.

Inside, they found a black silk nightgown, an expensive bottle of red wine, and handcuffs. On top of the items was a handwritten note. Chan's face darkened as he picked it up and read it aloud:

"If I find you again, I will force you to marry me. We'll have sex four times a day. You'll be mine forever. Don't think you can hide from me, Mannon."

The room fell silent. Mannon stared at the box, her hands trembling.

Hyunjin's fists clenched. "What kind of sick person would send this?"

Chan crumpled the note in his hand, his jaw tight with anger. "Do you have any idea who sent this, Mannon?"

She shook her head, her voice barely above a whisper. "No... Maybe the man from yesterday, but I've never seen him before."

"This isn't just a creepy fan. This is stalking. That's dangerous." Seungmin said, his calm demeanor shaken.

"We're calling the police," Chan said firmly.

"No!" Mannon blurted out, panic flashing across her face. "The media will find out. I don't want this to become public."

Chan's expression softened, but his tone remained serious. "Mannon, this isn't something we can handle ourselves. Whoever sent this knows where you live. We can't let this slide."

Tears welled up in her eyes. "What if they come after you guys too?"

Chan placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder. "No one is getting near you. I promise."

---

The police were called, and the package was taken for evidence. The atmosphere in the apartment remained tense for the rest of the day. Mannon stayed on the couch, her arms wrapped around herself as she stared blankly at the floor.

Hyunjin eventually sat down beside her. "Hey," he said softly, his voice gentle. "You don't have to go through this alone."

She glanced at him, her eyes filled with unshed tears. "Why does this keep happening? I just want to feel normal for once."

Hyunjin hesitated, then reached for her hand. "We'll figure this out. You don't have to face it by yourself."

She nodded slightly, though her grip on his hand tightened.

---

Later that evening, Mannon retreated to her room. After a while, Chan knocked and entered quietly.

"How are you holding up?" he asked.

She gave him a small, weak smile. "I've been better."

He sat beside her on the bed and pulled her into a hug. "We'll get through this, Mannie. I won't let anything happen to you."

"I know, Channie," she whispered, her voice trembling. "But it's hard not to feel like... like I'm a burden."

Chan pulled back, looking at her with unwavering affection. "You're not a burden. You're my little sister, and I'll do whatever it takes to keep you safe. Don't ever think otherwise."

Mannon let her tears fall, leaning into Chan's embrace. For the first time that day, she felt a flicker of safety amidst the chaos.