Midnight Howl

Amethyst

Amethyst is a stone that assists in attaining wisdom.

Tao crossed his legs as he sipped at his tea, "Babe, that man is sooo boring. If he was a spice, he would be flour."

Yixing's eyes widened but Jongin let out a cackle, "So true! Boss is one to always stick to the schedule."

Yixing couldn't believe what Tao and Jongin were saying, "B-But he's a mafia lord! He hunts other gangs, how could he possibly be boring?"

Tao waved a dismissive hand, "I'm not talking about what he does, I'm just saying, in general when he's with other people...he tends to bore them. We don't say anything because we respect boss."

Jongin snorted, "More like scared shitless."

Tao whacked Jongin on the shoulder, "Whatever, it's too early in the morning to be attacked. I'm off on a jog."

With that, the lean male placed his empty cup of tea in the sink and headed out the front door. Yixing wished he could go too but Kris wasn't so eager to let Yixing out. And, it was time for Jongin to start his lessons.

The black haired male smiled, "You ready?"

Yixing took a deep breath, "As ready as I can be."

Oh dear lord he wasn't ready at all. Yixing was practically wheezing as he threw more punches at the red punching bag. His hands were on fire. Pain shot up his arms every time his gloved hand came in contact with the sand filled bag.

"That's it, right...left... underhook." Jongin was clapping, keeping the speed of which Yixing was throwing punches.

It wasn't that Yixing was out of shape.

Quite the contrary actually. Yixing was very toned, sported a faint six pack (thanks to dance and his recreational swimming) and he had very high stamina. Jongin just knew how to push Yixing to the limits.

Finally, after three gruesome hours, Jongin called quits. Yixing borderline collapsed on the mat, his chest heaving up and down as he tried to catch his breath.

Jongin peered at him, "You alright?"

Yixing coughed, "I think...I think one of my lungs collapsed an hour ago."

Jongin laughed as he held out a hand for Yixing to take. The dimpled male grabbed it gratefully and pulled himself up with Jongin's help.

"Better get used to it," Jongin warned, "It'll only get harder from here."

Yixing let out a groan.

Even though Yixing complained the whole time, he was thankful for Jongin. He was happy the tanned male was helping him in something others wouldn't.

But dear lord his body was sore. Jongin stayed in the gym, claiming that he still needed to work out (which boggles Yixing's mind). The dimpled male slowly made his way to the elevator. His legs ached and his arms felt like jelly. Hell, his hands were shaking uncontrollably as he tried to press the '0' button on the elevator.

But slowly, Yixing made his way to his own bedroom and into his bathroom. Ignoring the knocks on his door, he slid into the bath.

It was only an hour later that Yixing made his way downstairs. It was well past ten at that point but the dimpled male simply couldn't bring himself to care. With his hair still wet and sticking to the back of his neck, Yixing snuck into the kitchen, looking for some breakfast.

"Yixing?"

Yixing screamed as a sudden voice startled him, the tea bag in his hand flying up into the air. The black haired male turned to see Xiumin standing behind him, his face twisted into an amused expression.