Slipping Control; Jaejoong&Shixun
Being sent home, Shixun's façade slowly disintegrated with every step he took towards the apartment; drawing closer to home made the panic rise to the surface. A previous mask of blank emotions morphing into frantic eyes, thick coated swallows of spit, and raw ripped lip that was continuously torn open to flood his mouth with tangy copper. Twitching fingers fumbled with his keys, and as the door unlocked his control clicked away.
“Jaejoong-ge?” Shixun tore through his mental walls as it hit him that he couldn’t hear himself. He felt his throat vibrate, he was speaking, but to him there was no sound. Voice wavering, he kept repeating himself, asking over and over again for his roommate; each utterance increasing with urgency and volume without him being aware until he was practically screaming.