Midnight Howl

Diamond

Diamonds are thought to amplify one's own strengths and weaknesses.

Yixing pushed open the door to the dance studio, leaning in to see if Jongin was there. At first, the room seemed empty. The dimpled male would've just walked right back out if not for the noise of shoes tapping nervously on the hardwood floor.

Yixing pushed the door open further and reached his hand out to flick on the lights. Sure enough, there stood Jongin in the corner, pacing back and forth. His hands were bunched up into fists, presumably hiding in the sleeves of his oversized sweater. He looked nervous, anxious and unhappy.

"Jongin?"

The said male snapped his head up. Yixing frowned at the despair in his eyes, "Jongin...what's wrong?"

Jongin shook his head, "N-nothing Yixing. Go to boss."

He tried to leave the dance studio but Yixing blocked his path, all the while slamming the door shut and locking it, "No. I'm so sick of people throwing me around and not telling me what's bothering them!"

Jongin stared at Yixing, his dark eyes meeting Yixing's light ones. They were both brown but looked completely different. There was something about the way Jongin carried himself. He was confident, a womanizer, a warrior. His walk, his talk, everything about him was calculated to portray a certain image. But his eyes told another story.

They were glistening with a last shred of hope, calling out for help, willing for someone to hear his cry. Yixing saw that in his eyes and refused to let a friend drown in despair.

"Jongin sit." Yixing pleaded, his hands enveloping Jongin's. The dancer sighed but slowly slid to the ground, his shoes still tapping nervously against the light colored hardwood. Yixing placed a hand on his jiggling foot. Jongin stopped shaking and met Yixing's eye.

"Tell...me." Yixing said slowly, his voice barely a soft whisper.

Jongin gulped, before taking Yixing's hand and interlacing their fingers, "I'm scared."

Yixing smiled and scooted closer, "Its alright. I'm scared too."

Jongin shook his head violently, causing his gelled up hair to fall loose on his face, "You don't understand, I don't get scared."

Yixing frowned, "Jongin, you're only human. You have the right to be weak sometimes."

Jongin scoffed, looking down at his tan fingers contrasting with Yixing's pale ones. He brought his other hand on top of their interlaced fingers, stroking the back of Yixing's hand, "Not in this line of 'work'. I'm one of the top members, I have men to lead, to protect. If I get scared, I hesitate, when I hesitate, good men die."

Jongin sighed, "I'm not even scared for myself. I don't care what happens to me, I've got no one to miss me. I've got nothing to lose, nothing to gain. But what bothers me is that I'm scared...for you." Jongin borderline whispered the last two words, unable to meet Yixing's eye.

"I don't want you go to undercover. I don't want you to put yourself in harms way. I want you to stay with me, stay here, stay safe. It's selfish but I rather have you be here safe then helping others out in the dangerous world."

Jongin looked so desperate, it made Yixing wonder how much the tanned male had lost. Yixing opened his mouth to respond but Jongin cut him off, "Yixing please." He was begging now. "Please don't go."

Yixing didn't know what to say. He wanted to tell Jongin that he had people who cared for it. Kris, Xiumin, Luhan, literally everyone in the Wolf Pack. Jongin had people he should live for. Yixing had so many things to say, but he couldn't find the right words to express.