Yixing woke up and felt bad. He knew that something was up as soon as he sat up in bed. Yixing could feel his face was bloated from the late-night ramen snack they had with Huobai. His stomach felt really heavy, and he had a sore throat.
Lately, they had been both working hard, training deep into the night, and waking up early. Or Yixing usually was waking up early. Huobai woke up early every day.
And even now, Yixing could look on the bed beside him and see that no one was there, because Huobai was already by the computers playing.
Yixing rubbed his eyes and, totally tired and still half asleep, he tried to get out of the bed. But he missed that his legs were still tangled up in the bedsheets. So he fell to the ground as soon as he tried to take the first step.
Thankfully, he used his hand and made something like a push-up to protect his face. When the threat was averted, Yixing just laid on the floor and breathed for a while, cooling his body.
