Before Yixing can ask what the pod is (since it's clearly not a vape pod considering the size), he is once again shoved forward. He has no choice but to enter said pod. Squinting his eyes because the light is too much for his poor 15/20 vision, he feels a strange warmth radiate around him as he advances the closet. The cold knob on the back of his neck is a reminder that the other is still behind him, offering no sympathies than the Yikes. You good bro?