It was a complete 180 to see your usually soft and sweet boyfriend like this. A sheen of sweat glistening across his skin, chest heaving with each panting breath, a pair of boxing gloves strapped to each hand.

Josh had taken up boxing a few months ago, claiming that it would be good for him drumming stamina. Not to mention, it would be a good piece of self defence for himself, and protection for you, considering you both resided in the public eye.

It was clear that Josh was starting to tire out, his punches slowly growing a little weaker and more strained. So, his trainer had called for a break, allowing him to take a breather and rehydrate.

Stepping out of the training ring, Josh unfastens the velcro strap on one of the gloves with his teeth before pulling it off, leaving his hand free to easily tug off the other glove as he approached you.

A smile stretched across his lips as he took notice of you holding an ice cold water bottle, a look of relief washing over him.

“Jeez, you’re a life saver, y’know that?” He spoke sincerely, going right back to being his usual kind, softie self.