⊱; one-man bomb squad | sehun & yixing
Sehun hadn't realized where he was going until he was already there, his body seemingly have brought him to his particular dorm room on its own accord. He flung the door open and stormed inside. Glameow just managed to slip her lithe body through the opening before the door slammed shut behind them, letting out a soft, worried meow as she glanced up at her trainer, struggling to keep up with the boy as he threw himself onto a familiar bed and curled up into a little ball, chin resting upon his knees. The tears that he had been trying so hard to hold in finally spilled over, dripping down his flushed cheeks, with the heat of disappointment, anger, and humiliation burning beneath his flesh.
This was hyung's room. Yixing's room.
Glameow circled Sehun once, twice, before settling down in front of him, her yellow lamp-like eyes gleaming with concern. Flicking his shoes with the tip of her silky tail, she turned her head to skewer Yixing with a look that said "You better help him", letting out one of her usual haughty meows for emphasis.
She only mildly hated Yixing - which was impressive, since she absolutely despised pretty much everyone else. This seemed to be one of the rare times she was going to permit someone to touch Sehun, and he was glad for that. Even if he couldn't bring himself to look at his hyung yet, he had come here because Yixing was the only person who could make him feel better right now. He let out another choked sob, wiping the tears from his face with his sleeve. So humiliating.
Yixing was an Oh-Sehun-bomb defuser, and he had one sitting right on his bed, ticking away.
"I don't want to talk about it yet." he whispered, looking down at his feet and curling his arms tighter around his knees. Glameow hopped off the bed and landed daintily on all four paws, padding over to Yixing to bump her head against his shins, fixing her piercing eyes upon him once more.