Midnight Howl

Snowflake obsidian

Snowflake obsidian provides balance for body, mind and spirit.

Yixing hissed as Junmyeon wiped away the blood from his knuckles. The quiet male rummaged through his first aid kit and pulled out a tube of disinfectant gel, "This is going to sting a little." He warned as he squeezed some onto a q-tip.

Yixing's uninjured hand grasped tightly onto the armchair as Junmyeon tentatively dabbed the gel onto his roughed up knuckles.

"What were you thinking!" Kris exclaimed, slamming his jacket onto his chair. His wolves howled, pawing at the ground restlessly at the sound of their master's shouts. Kris stomped to his door and opened it, letting the wolves out.

"Stupid. It was stupid." Kris muttered, "You could've gotten hurt! He could've hit you, he could've choked you...."

Yixing pulled his arm away from Junmyeon who protested ("I'm not done yet you hooligan.") and stood up, "Kris I'm fine! You were busy with those other guys so I decided I could take the last guy on."

Kris turned around and glared at Yixing, his usual stormy grey eyes thundering almost black. Yixing bit back a whimper as he slowly sat down, allowing Junmyeon to finish bandaging up his busted knuckles.

"I know you can't fight Yixing. Nowhere in your file says that you can fight. So who taught you?"

Yixing kept mum.

Kris sighed and sat down, waving a hand to dismiss Junmyeon. As the short male left, Jongin popped his head through the open door, "Hey boss! Have you seen Yixi-" he trailed off when he saw Yixing sitting across from Kris, hands in his lap and his lips curled into a pout.

"Hey, Xing wanna go grab some food? Kyungsoo just chased Baekhyun down for sneaking some dessert so we have like a five minute window to snatch some cook-"

"Not now." Kris snapped.

Jongin blinked, "Whoa, boss. Are you okay?" He looked down at Yixing, finally catching sight of his bandaged arm, "Oh my god Xing! Are you okay?" He knelt next to the Chinese male, gingerly holding up his arm. Yixing pulled his arm away, wincing as he slammed his elbow into the chair, "I'm fine Jong."

"He thought it was a brilliant idea to throw some punches against some goon." Kris said, eyeing Yixing and Jongin down, "I wonder where he got that idea?" Jongin faltered, looking up to catch Yixing's glistening brown eyes, "I-I- taugh-"

"He doesn't know Kris." Yixing fired back, quickly cutting off Jongin. Kris frowned. He didn't buy it.

"Yixing out."

Yixing stood up quickly, almost knocking over his chair in the process. He stormed out of the door, not even pausing to glance at Kris. Jongin sighed and slowly stood up. He also turned his back to walk out of the office.

"No you're staying."

A chill ran down the tanned male's back.

Yixing let out a frustrated shout as he burst into the lab. Chanyeol flinched, almost falling out of his chair in surprise.

"Jesus, Doll you all right?" He painted, clutching his chest right over where his heart lay.

Yixing snarled, pacing back and forth in front of the tall male, who for some reason had goggles resting on his forehead, like he was some sort of mad scientist, "No! I'm angry!"

Chanyeol frowned and took off the goggles and the ridiculous lab coat, leaving him in shorts that ended at his knobby knees and a cute kitten sweater. He looked more like a college student and not a high ranking member of a mafia gang.