Xiumin absent-mindedly watched as Yixing exercised. Sit-up after sit-up, the younger man was electric, going at it like his life depended on it.

Their concert was coming up, and Yixing had a dance where he was going to reveal his abs, so he was trying to get them as perfect as possible.

“I admire his resistance. I would have stopped by now.”

Chen said as he approached Xiumin, also watching as Yixing worked hard.

“Just watching makes me feel tired.”

He continued, getting a distracted nod from the man next to him.

“But it’s addictive. I can’t stop looking.’

Xiumin finally responded, still not moving his eyes away from Yixing.

“yeah, I noticed. I can’t seem to stop staring…”

Chen said, and then both fell into silence for a few seconds, until he spoke up again.

“We should start exercising too. Especially you, hyung.”

Xiumin groaned, but moved, going somewhere he could work in peace.

And Yixing kept going, working on his body for his fans to enjoy.

_{The End. 168 Words.}