A Crazy Little Thing Called Imagination // Hyunlix

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INTENSE TW
DISCRIPTIVE

The 'hangout' was really all you expected, they gathered themselves in the lobby, around the same big table as the morning and messed about for a bit.

The later it got, the more of them started to get up and leave, as they were tired from the amount they had done earlier in the day.

Eventually, Jisung and Minho decided to leave, which then got Hyunjin to leave. If they weren't there, he didn't want to be there. He needed distraction, and the only people that he felt comfortable talking to when that happened, would be Jisung and Minho.

The three stood up, walking away from the group and back towards the elevators, where they waited for the doors to open.

Even though he didn't act upon it, Hyunjin found himself picking between the two elevators again, guessing which one of them would open up first.

Of course, he was wrong, just like the first one, but he didn't really care.

They got into the elevator, and Minho pressed both of their floors.

Obviously, it stopped earlier to let Jisung and Minho out, which is where they bid their goodbyes to Hyunjin, and waved him off.

The doors closed again, and the elevator quickly started to ascend to the floor above. It didn't take long, but Hyunjin still managed to find himself gripping onto the handrails until he could speed walk out.

He didn't slow his pace after he had gotten through the doors, however. It was late, and the corridors were darker than usual. It might've been his imagination, however, as everything had been changing slowly when he was sat downstairs.

He took large steps, and picked up his pace along the hallway, coming across his room faster than the average person would.

Unlocking the door, he pushed himself in, opening the door only far enough for him to slide through, before closing it immediately afterwards.

He flung the keycard down on the shelf, collapsing to the ground as his vision started to blur.

He'd been distracting himself with Jisung and Minho in the lobby, but it was getting increasingly more and more difficult as the night progressed.

Usually it wouldn't be a problem at all, but it takes him a shit ton of energy to keep himself together, and he was running about wild on the beach, which almost costed him one hell of a shitshow when he would've fainted infront of everyone if Minho hadn't caught him we he did.

He had no energy left, lifting his feet to walk back to his room already hurt like hell, it was like lifting weights, and the speed he was going at did not help that.

His breathing quickened, even if he was just laying on the floor.

His head was spinning as it had been for a while now, his clothes were touching his body too much, everything was itching, his legs and arms were burning.

He needed to do something.

Scrambling to his feet as best he could, he pushed through the bathroom door, using his hands to balance himself on the door frame and walls.

Working his way over to the counter, he began to check in every drawer or cabinet he could find, then to the bag of accessories Yeji gave him.

He rummaged through the pouch, with not much care, until he brought his hand back, wincing.

Lifting his hand up to see what he'd done, he noticed his palm starting to stain red. The more he looked, the more he could start to make out a decently sized gash down the inside of his finger.