`The questioning was endless. If Yixing wasn't being questioned by the police, then he was being questioned by the press who waited for him outside the hospital the day he was finally released, the press who waited for him outside of Luhan's home where he was temporarily staying. 

Yixing was never one for wanting attention. Throughout the whole of his life so far he was always the person who stayed in the background, fitted in with others and never tried to be different or stand out. As a result of recent events, all the unwanted attention had been massively shifted onto Yixing and his role in the Guo Ling- Wu Yifan story line. 

He hated it 

No longer could he go anywhere in peace without somebody following him and asking him questions 

No longer could he spend a day lying in bed and relaxing to recover from his injuries without someone constantly knocking on the door and asking to speak to him, only to have them be turned away from Luhan. 

He felt trapped 

No longer was he free to do as he pleased. All the public attention was on him when all he wanted was to get back to normality, get back to his place and have Yifan with him once again. 

At the minute only one of those options seemed the most plausible and yet it was not going to cheer up Yixing at all anytime soon

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"What did they say?" Yixing asked when Luhan got off the phone with the police station. All it took was one look from Luhan to know what he meant and for Yixing to sit down and frustratedly tug at his hair or kick the table. 

All he wanted was to see Yifan. He didn't care if the two of them could each other for one hour or for one minute, he just wanted to see him. No. He had to see him. There were no other options but the option in letting his see him. Yet no matter how many times he called on the phone or asked at the police station after another round of questioning, he was always rejected with his request. 

Why wouldn't anyone just let him see Yifan? 

Was it so much to ask for? Would he have to sell his soul to the devil to even get a few meager seconds to speak to him? This was just so unfair! 

Yixing could feel himself begin to crack. There was only so much he could take before it all became too much for him and he finally lost it. The endless questioning from police he could take, the constant hounding of the press he could just about tolerate, not being able to see the one person who was constantly on his mind... that just topped it all of the worse things that have happened to Zhang Yixing this year. 

"I'm going to bed" he said, lifting himself from his seat as Luhan walked over to him 
"I'll make sure the windows are shut and the curtains are pulled correctly" but the two of them were interrupted when they could hear the pouding of fists on the door, see the shadows of camera's, of people, appear through the curtains. 

Something in Yixing stirred, something he never quite knew existed within him until that moment. With his phone in his hands, he turned and lobbed it against the door, hearing the impact, seeing it shatter. 

"Just leave me the alone!" he shrieked, taking deep breaths in before slumping against the wall and running his hands through his hair 

"Hey, it's okay" Luhan said joining him in an attempt to calm him down 
"No it's not okay Luhan, nothing is okay. If anything everything is ing wrong!" Yixing shouted back, trying to shrug Luhan's hands off of his shoulders.

"I feel trapped... no matter where I go or what I try to do I feel suffocated... I feel like a ing freak show that everyone is cueing up to see and I hate it! A-all I want is to just be left alone... and yet I cant even get that! Not even in here! All I want is to see Yifan... and yet nobody will let me, or even tell me how he is... I hate it... i-it's all too much and I just cant take it anymore!" 

Finally Yixing broke down. Everything he kept inside of him the past few days, all of his frustration, his fears, his anger, all of it was finally being released through ugly sobs and hiccups. They say that by getting it all out, having a good cry about it, that's suppose to help someone feel better. It didn't for Yixing, it only made him feel worse until Luhan had managed to get him up and help him to his bed, leaving him there to sleep it off for however long as he needed or wanted. 

Yixing woke up to the sound of Luhan speaking to someone whose voice he did not recognise say goodbye before the front door shut. Not bothering to call for Luhan, he decided to just wait until his friend poked his face through the door to ask what was going on. 

"Yixing?" 

He wasn't going to have to wait for too long 

"Who was that?" Yixing asked, cringing at how croaky his voice sounded 
"Eho? The person at the door?" Luhan asked waiting for Yixing to nod his head before he continued. 

"Someone from the police station" he began but was interrupted by Yixing sighing 
"Let me guess; they wanted to see me to ask me some more pointless questions that never really get us anywhere?" he asked as Luhan shook his head. 

"There's going to be a court case next week, to see if it's Guo Ling who is telling the truth... or that Yifan was innocent all along and they made a huge mistake" he explained 
"What does that have to do with us?" Yixing asked. 

"Not so much me, but you, because of what happened with hiding Yifan in your place and what happened in the warehouse with Guo Ling" 

Luhan wasn't sure on how to react to Yixing's silence, but he didn't question it. He knew by now not to question and to just leave him be. For Yixing though... somewhere deep down inside of him, he couldn't help but feel just the tiniest bit excited. 

Being called as a witness to court... he would get to see Yifan again...

*blasts out Henry's trapped* 

I kind of wrote this chapter to show how Yixing was coping with everything that happened, the immediate attention and just the feeling of everything toppling over and not being able to see Yifan sending him into a meltdown... in case anybody was confused... 

Until the next chapter!