[ Oh, Myung is feeling things. Mainly, the rising panic in his chest, like a tidal wave, making him suddenly nauseous. He needs to - he needs to - ]
I need to sit down.
[ And so he slides right down to the floor, his back still against the front door of his apartment. Kai can see him clearly, there's no wall to hide him as he brings his knees to his chest and drops his head in between them. For a while, he doesn't say anything, unable to, just trying his best to breath slow and steady.
There are a million questions. But there's also the fact that he can't breathe and his head is full of cotton. And Kai, apparently, is taking it all in stride. He didn't get a choice How fucked up is that? ]
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I need to sit down.
[ And so he slides right down to the floor, his back still against the front door of his apartment. Kai can see him clearly, there's no wall to hide him as he brings his knees to his chest and drops his head in between them. For a while, he doesn't say anything, unable to, just trying his best to breath slow and steady.
There are a million questions. But there's also the fact that he can't breathe and his head is full of cotton. And Kai, apparently, is taking it all in stride. He didn't get a choice How fucked up is that? ]
What kind of f-feelings?