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⧫ 𝙝𝙤𝙢𝙚 ⧫
Blinking rapidly as the pink haired male tried fighting of the dizziness and the crawling of condiments that were in his system that tried to back up out of his mouth. His pace got quicker and and quicker when the halls became familiar that he was nearing the place where had excused himself to go into.
He was glad that other scattered agents weren't present in the supposedly hidden agency - thankful but at the same time the bad feeling had settled within his gut that scolded him to go back to his father and hyung still he ignored and sets that aside when his stomach pain got worse.
A weak smile that formed upon his chapped but pinkish lips. Opening the door harshly of the room that beheld the sanitized and kept clean washroom, that could pass as a luxurious water closet in his view.
With no time to waste, he had locked the door behind him - he did not care if there were numerous of stalls available. He needed the privacy, he didn't want anyone to be walking at him, especially when he felt uneasy like this.
That was it, the hand that clasped over his mouth were once again situated there as he rushed to the nearest cubicle.
Dropping down on his knees, ignoring the hard impact he made on his knees that stung, his wings that got cramped within the tiny space - grasping on the side of the spotless bowl, his lips parted as he started to throw up frightfully. It was like something was pulling his insides as it harshly comes out of his opposite opening.
The tears that clouded his vision when he kept vomiting more and more than he remembered consuming, his other hand had made it's way on top of his abdomen; clasping on the fabric that covered it, he swore that he felt a sensation inside of him that shifted but his mind was too preoccupied by the unpleasant action he was currently doing.
It really wasn't the right time when his nose started to get clogged up as well, when the last spat that he had made the male slumped upon the now filled up bowl the overpowering smell was disgusting to anyone but he did not care about that, not at all.
It was his own anyways, and the incoming nausea made him ignore everything that surrounded him - still he hadn't forgotten to wipe of the remains off his lips with the tissue from the dispenser beside him.
He felt weak, he felt like his energy was being drained right out of him, the difficulty he experienced with breathing through his nose got more atrocious, when his eyelids went heavy, he wanted more than nothing just to pass out on the cold floor and the position he was in that he oddly found comfortable.
