[KAYOS CLOTHING FAIR 1PM]

"Hey, Yee-soo are you okay?" A fair staff tapped me on the shoulder making me jump out of my boots.

I had only been inside the building for thirty minutes and I was still on edge, to receive a letter after a few months still means the culprit hadn't gotten caught. I nodded to the staff member and headed towards the break room where all the models were lounging around and enjoying their time out of their outfits, I grabbed a water from the mini fridge and took a seat with an exhale.

I was so out of it, my mind cloudy and baffled. I opened my bottle and gulped down half of it, as refreshing as it was I couldn't help but want to look behind me every few minutes. I hated the paranoia feeling, I reached for my pill bottle greeted by the warning on the label. "Do not Exceed Dose Instructed by your health professional." I took one more, justifying the letter as a good reason to take just one more.

It was finally time for the model to get lined up for the walk, it was once again my time to get on stage with my work. I followed my models down the walkway and made sure each outfit was on point, but by the time I reached the edge of the walkway my head started to fade in and out. I stumbled a little bit and tried to gain my composure and kept behind my models walking back upstage.

I managed to make my way back into the break room, with sweat lining my forehead and my fingers trembling. The room was still empty as stumbled towards the cooler for more water, I pulled the door open..

[Hospital Emergency Room; 7PM]

The sound of bickering greeted my head, the voiced rung in my ears and began to give me a headache. 

"Yah! Kibum and Maknae! Shh.." I covered my face with my hands, knowing their no so hushed tones without having to look.

"Mian.." Taemin whispered.

It hadn't registered in my head how they had gotten into my house, I opened my eyes and was greeted with a surprise of a hospital scene. I looked around confused for a few minutes before starting to ask questions.

"Why am I here? And What happened to the fair?" I searched my bed side for my purse.

"You out and everything there went smoothly. But we need to talk.." Key sat at the end of the bed, Taemin beside me in the chair.

"Ph, we know how hard it was for you; being attacked an all.." Taemin held onto my hand "But you see, um.. well-"

"You have a problem." Key blurted out.

"A-a problem?" I twisted my expression at him, he held up a familiar pill bottle.

"What Key is trying to say is-" Poor Taemin was cut off again.

"Drug Abuse isn't how you solve your issues Phoebe, you could have came and talked to us." Key had a disappointed look on his face.

"Is this an intervention? I am not addicted or abusing these pills." I snorted a bit. "Are you guys brain dead? You know me, I'd never do that."

"We thought that as well, but your history doesn't fit with your story." Key pulled out a piece of paper. "You've refilled this two more times then you were supposed to in the last few months."

"This is only my third bottle! One a month like the Doctor said!" Nothing I could say made them understand.

"Don't worry Ph, I'll do everything I can to help you get better." Taemin squeezed my hand lightly. " I'm so glad Hoo-Sung was there to find you again, she has good timing."

"Sung-ssi?" I questioned.

"Yeah, she called the hospital." Key's face still serious.

Something in my head didn't make a connection, I hadn't seen her or heard from her since I switched companies. I shrugged it off, maybe she wanted to celebrate with me; In the mean time I would have to convince these guys that I hadn't become addicted to my Ptsd medication.

"So, when can I leave?" I asked them.

"In the morning, Hyung will take you home and watch over you for a bit. I have a radio show." Taemin smiled towards me before they both left me alone in the room to rest.

[Next Morning.]

Things between Key and I this morning were very quiet, he carried my bag and lead me out to his rental vehicle. We didn't say any words on the way to my apartment, and it stayed quiet when we arrived. I unlocked the door, twisted the knob and entered, the house was in the same condition as it was when I left which surprised me.

The letters came to the front of my mind and I rushed my bag out of Key's arms and dumped the bags contents onto the floor. I searched under cosmetics, keys,and even feminine products but the letters were missing. I had no proof for my side of the story I was going to tell Key, at that time I was grabbed off the ground by the arm by him and lead into the living room onto the couch.

He returned to the new mess and began to clean up after me, I curled up on the couch and watched him. He huffed out a breath placing the things into my bag again and placing it on the counter, he sauntered over towards me and sat across of me. I tried to avoid eye contact with him but he spoke up first, but it wasn't directed to me.

"If it was me, would of this happened?"

"If what was you?" I asked curiously.

Key's eyes landed on mine, "If I had been me who stole you away from Taemin, I wouldn't have let you get hurt or end up like this."

I kept quiet for awhile, his eyes still on me. "Phoebe, can you give me a chance?"

"I-I'm with Taemin.."

"He's still a kid, he couldn't take care of you. It was me who found you crying several times and cheered you up! It was me!" He was on his feet, his voice raised.

"You didn't even give me a chance Weebey.."