Training time XD while writing, I was kinda getting a One Okay Rock vibe from this chapter, so here's one of the songs I listened to when writing ;) enjoy guys!

Yoosung followed Saeran and about half of the other members down a large, long hallway, towards the training room. Yoosung had seen it once with Jaehee, but didn't have a chance to really look inside, as it was massive.

Upon entering, however, his eyes widened. The room was just as huge as he remembered, with a tall ceiling and rectangular-shaped. The walls and floor were a concrete-stone mixture: dark grey, seemingly smooth but rough enough to allow purchase under shoes and bare feet.

A track, marked by red, painted lines circled the perimeter of the room in an oval, and several people were already jogging around it. Jaehee had explained some of the other activities that the gym contained and Yoosung noted them again.

Five boxing squares were in the back corner, currently unoccupied, with gloves of all sizes in an overflowing trunk. Mats were set up on the floor in front of the boxing squares, for wrestling and hand-to-hand combat. Five archery targets were set up, as well as five gun targets, the arrows with foam tips and the bullets streamlined plastic pieces, so that no one was seriously injured, and the sound of the guns was somehow muted as well.

A large section of wall had smaller rocks drilled onto it, which protruded, forming a complex climbing wall. Large chunks of rock with makeshift handles were placed in pairs, in order by size, on another may, which served as weights. There was even a large trampoline off to the right, as well as a set of uneven bars.

The majority of the people were formed in groups, stretching or talking about their plans for training.

Saeran led Yoosung over to a more secluded area and they sat on the cold floor, Saeran instructing how to stretch to prepare.

"We're gonna do the basics today. Only for a few hours before you go to your job, with a lot of breaks. I'll go easy on you, don't worry."

Yoosung nodded nervously. When they finished stretching, Saeran first brought him over to the track.

"First, we'll gauge your speed, then your endurance. Just try to keep up."

Saeran began running slowly, and Yoosung, feeling a bit out of place, followed, keeping pace, monitoring his breathing. Saeran quickly began speeding up, long legs powering his large strides. Yoosung kept pace well, but his breath started coming heavier.

After only two or three minutes of increased speed, Yoosung began lagging behind. Saeran stopped slowly, letting Yoosung catch his breath, while the bleached-hair leader seemed hardly affected.

"Good. Pretty good. Now let's try endurance."

They started off at an even pace, slightly faster than a jog, and Yoosung felt better, more confident in his abilities of long-distance. They made it 4 1/2 times around the track, around 10 minutes, before stopping, Yoosung's chest heaving.

"Very good. Did you ever run long-distance in Aithne?" Saeran's voice twitched at the kingdom's name, and it felt awkward on his tongue.

"Not really. I walked a lot though."

"Oh. Good to know. Let's try some weights."

...

An hour later, Saeran had tried everything from dumbbells (Yoosung was pitifully weak) to push-ups, sit-ups, pull-ups, flips on the trampoline, to archery (Yoosung was surprisingly good at), to the rock wall (It came naturally to him), and were now moving on to their final activity.

"Hand-to-hand combat. You'll be using this the most, aside from running. We have tons of matches and races, and it uses all your muscles, and therefore is extremely important."

Saeran led Yoosung to an empty mat and stood opposite from him.

"I won't actually try to hit you, but just go by instinct at first. I'll teach you all the moves after I get a feel of what you're already good at. Ready?"

Yoosung nodded.

Saeran began circling Yoosung slowly, his hands in fists up by his chest. Yoosung turned with him, heart beating nervously.

Suddenly, Saeran struck out, his fist shooting out towards Yoosung's face. Yoosung quickly dodged, but barely.

Saeran stepped back, then struck out again, this time at Yoosung's stomach. Yoosung didn't react in time, and Saeran's fist stopped just centimeters away from his stomach.

"Careful," he remarked. Yoosung gulped.

This time, when Saeran's fist shot at Yoosung's stomach, he side-stepped and met Saeran's arm with the side of his own, pushing it away.

"Good. Now try to land a few hits."

Awkward and clumsy, Yoosung balled his fists like Saeran and half-heartedly aimed at Saeran's already-smirking face. He stopped it easily, long, slender fingers wrapping around Yoosung's wrist.

"That was pathetic. Try again."

...

Yoosung collapsed on the ground, heaving for breath, eyes closed.

"That was good! Much better."

They had been at it for nearly 45 minutes, ducking, parrying, striking out but never hitting. Saeran could've hit him dozens of times, but always stopped short, never even grazing Yoosung's skin.

That didn't mean that he went easy, of course. Several times Saeran had tripped Yoosung or somehow caused him to stumble back.

Even Yoosung knew how gentle Saeran was going on him. Those bulging biceps held a lot more power and strength than Yoosung's meek punches, if you could even call them that.

Saeran held out a hand for Yoosung, and he took it gratefully, allowing himself to be pulled up.

"I think that's enough for today. I'm gonna stay here, but you head off to see Vanderwood in the infirmary for work. You did well this morning. Pretty soon, we'll be able to have an actual fight," Saeran grinned, winking at Yoosung.

The blonde poured, but then waved, nodding thanks.

Yoosung walked past the heavily training athletes, smiling to himself despite his sore muscles and tired body.

He walked to the infirmary alone, grabbing an apple from the fruit basket by the kitchen entrance.

Yoosung quickly found his way back to the infirmary, down that long hallway that he had first seen of The Cold's fortress.

Vanderwood was checking in with a patient when Yoosung entered, a tall man with a cast over his forearm.

"No, don't be thankful. I know I'm amazing. Just don't be an idiot next time," Vanderwood was saying, but there was a light smile on his face, which made the man laugh, patting the bright pink cast material.

"Hi," Yoosung's voice came out louder than he had meant it to.

"Yoosung! Thank god. Saeran told me that you were coming but the dude never told me WHEN so I've just been wondering when you've been coming and trying to keep this place in shape. Here, I'll show you where everything is."

Yoosung nodded, glad to be useful.