𝗔𝗱𝗱𝗶𝗰𝘁𝗲𝗱 -𝖢𝗁𝗈𝗂 𝖲𝖺𝗇-

•12•

Heavy wind blew throughout the city,signaling rain is about to crash down any time soon. Storms were lighting it,as if it was reminding everyone what's about to happen soon

But he didn't care. Stuffed inside sweaty like basement looking like,he huffed heavily as he punched the punching bag constantly. His sweat continued to trick down his back and neck but he ignored it

The strength in his punches was his anger he felt. He was fuming so hard that at one point he himself didn't even know why is he so mad about it

Suddenly,rain started to pour down,falling hard on the closed windows on the sides of the gym room. That made him stop to look at both sides,exhaling deeply. He placed his hands on each side of the punching bag and leaned his forehead on it,breathing heavily.

But he was still mad,so mad. His lip started to bleed after being bitten for so long,his hands started to punch the bag again. Those were only sounds in the empty room. His grunts,screams and punches being received

His phone started vibrating,but he didn't notice it. He continued to punch bag and his muscles started to cramp and turn into jelly

Last punch and he was out,collapsing down on the mattress below him,one hand on his chest and other one on his forehead. The feeling of his extremely sweaty face made him cringe and he pulled his hand away,gulping to make his throat wet.

Byeol. Why the fuck was he thinking about her? She's Wooyoung's girlfriend, not his

His phone rang again and this time he saw it in the corner of the room. He crawled to his jacket and bag he left when he came....7 or 8 hours ago,he's not sure himself but he was pretty sure it's around 4am at this point

Seonghwa

He rolled his eyes,but call was shut down when he came to grab it.

3 missed calls

It can wait

He leaned on the bench behind him,still trying to catch his breath, observing the gym room they had made in the basement of the office

Weightlifting stuff placed neatly next to each other,sorted by number of their weight,huge mirrors surrounding three sides of the walls,on the other side,bench where he lays and lifts weights.

On the other side,there was machines for lifting weights and toning up your legs,arms and God knows what else not,he didn't want to count it. His eyes were observing it

So many nights he spent it here,training alone just to take things off his mind,when he was confused, mad,sad,furious

It was around 2am,he saw it on his phone last time he checked it. Returning back to weights,he lifted them,pursing lips at sudden weight his arms carried

But nevertheless of that,he started to lift it,breathing in and out,trying to build muscles in his arms,trying to gain weight,trying to....trying to become stronger

That's what he kept repeating himself. He has to become stronger,tougher and harder. But wince left his lips and he threw weights in the other side of the room,dropping himself down on mattress to cup his legs close to his chest, his arms hugging them and head buried under it

"San?"Seonghwa's voice called

He snapped his head up,looking at his older brother who stood at the door,still in his working clothes. Well it wasn't anything special, black shirt with leather jacket and matching black pants.

"Why aren't you going home? It's late"

San shrugged, making Seonghwa shake his head. He walked towards San,sitting next to him to wrap his hand around his shoulder "What's on your mind?"