Accepting the facts. // sd-jongin
Another late night and another lonely walk back to the dorm, with street lights flickering above his head and his breath coming out slightly too quickly. He was still tense from the practice he just endured, pouring his every once of strength in it and pushing himself until the song ended and he collapsed on the wooden floor, back aching and lungs straining to get enough oxygen circulating through his system. Though he had calmed down somewhat, he was still rather exhausted, and he really, really wished to just fall into his bed and never get up.
What was different about this night, however, was that he wasn't alone on the street he was walking on. He could hear footsteps behind him, a steady rhythm that made his heart race out of sync with his breathing, and spurred his tired feet to move faster. The pace of the stranger behind him didn't flicker, didn't slow down, and in the fear that it truly was someone chasing him, Yixing looked over his shoulder for a moment.
It was a huge mistake. Before he could even get a glimpse at the stranger, his foot suddenly got stuck against a loose tile in the pavement, the tip of it getting caught under the edge and tugging backwards as he leaned forward in his rush, and just like that, he was falling, his hands barely spreading out to catch him before he would smash his face against cold, hard floor.
