baekhyun was now corrupt; his mind had no safe haven, no calmness in his storm. he was slumped against a door; his eyes wide, glazed over.

he had lost all track of time. had it been three days? four days? a week? he had no idea. stomach growling, lips dry, throat parched, the byun could only stare at the ceiling, bloodshot eyes burning.

"who is in control?" he murmured for the umpteenth time, not even wondering of the answer anymore.

he knew who was in control.

and it wasn't him.

his hands went back to his inky locks; quickly looping them around his long fingers and letting them go. "who is in control?"

"who is in control?"

"who is in control?"

he was surprised to hear another voice alongside his, but the lack of energy in his system prevented him from providing a reaction.

"you." he said in monotone, answering the question without a hint of fear. he was tired, he was hungry, and his brain cells were fried. "you're in control." baekhyun couldn't help but to breathe shallow breaths, placing his hand on his chest to feel the weak heartbeat beneath his fingers.

his vision went black.