Yixing has never had particularly great luck when it comes to being in the right place at the right time. He was not spotted on the streets by some talent agent for SM, has never been the recipient of lottery prize, and somehow is always caught in the throngs of fans. But that's okay, because he has never really been in the wrong place either.

Until today.

He saw the aircraft spiraling out of control, and he was watching as it grew larger and larger, approaching the tower with disturbing speed. When it collided, Yixing had already braced himself for the impact, holding on to the legs of a desk. Then, as everything settles, Yixing surveys the damage.

Somewhere below him, on another floor, there is a plane wedged firmly inside instead of living, breathing human beings.

All the people around him are already flocking to the stairs.

Forty floors is a long way down, Yixing thinks.