Stop Using Me {suna x uke male}

book 2 chp: 7

(M/N) was in a special training room that was specifically designed for the Hidden Demon. No, not him, the Hidden Demon.

(M/N)'s eyes were focused, he had his shirt off as his legs were hooked on a bar. He was doing mid-air sit ups, his eyes looking at the wall as he counted in his head how many sit ups he was doing. He had to do a specific amount before he could move on and do push up's. There was a lit cigarette in his mouth bit between his teeth.

"784... 785... 786..." (M/N) stopped for a brief second, having a hunch that someone was about to walk in. And he really didn't want to be bothered by anyone. He sighed, "787... 789... 790..." He continued to mumble.

His training room door opened, but he ignored it and continued to do his sit ups, slightly huffing.

"(M/N)."

The male didn't turn around, he didn't say anything. He just waited for Jay to continue. The taller male looked at the one working out, tilting his head slightly. Seeing the new dragon tattoo taking up his entire back, then he touched his own. Him, Koda and (M/N) got matching dragon tattoos, the three strongest with three matching back tattoos.

"What rep?"

"850... 851... 852..."

"I get it. How many you need to get done before you're done?"

"This is just the beginning of my daily workout. I just started. But to move on to push ups, I need to do 1000, then 1000 push ups and so on. 867... 868... 869."

Jay gave a disgusted look, no wonder why (M/N) was the strongest in the world. He never missed a workout day, a mission, or anything for that matter. Luckily for Jay, he was the second strongest, but he wouldn't mind if Koda surpassed him, maybe (M/N) could bully Koda instead.

"Anyways, Alizer has a mission for us."

"If it's some sucky mission where I have to go undercover again with you-"

"No, not at all. This mission is needed for the top three strongest in the world."

"924... 925... 926... 927... Just let me finish my sit ups and you can let me know the debrief of it. 934... 935..."

Jay sat on the ground, watching (M/N) do his last 65 reps before he swung back and forth before back flipping off the pole and landing gracefully. (M/N) turned his body, now facing Jay. He took his cigarette out, putting it on the ash tray. The gloves on his hands slid down a bit.

The male looked into his (E/C) eyes, studying his face and keeping them a tad bit longer on the eye bags that only seemed to grow darker in the last few days. It was like (M/N) just stopped sleeping altogether.

"What's the mission?" (M/N) asked, crossing his arms and hiding the fact that he was tired.

His question snapped Jay out of it, cutting the tense atmosphere.

"Word is people are going to attempt and steal our diamond."

"The one with Alizer's psychotic life of crime engraved in it?"

Jay nodded, "There's a rumor people believe it holds some secret and it can't fall into the wrong hands. So, Alizer wants all three of us to get to it first."

(M/N) rolled his eyes, beginning to walk, knowing he wouldn't have time to finish his daily workout in this moment.

"That lazy bastard should do it himself. That diamond is a bitch of a drive to get to."

Jay followed, (M/N) walked past the people who lived in the mansion, he only spared them a glance. He was not in the mood to greet people or say a goodbye.