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San thought the only male he had to worry about affecting him in any (mostly sexual) way was Wooyoung.
Even if someone tried to warn him; He never would have suspected Mingi.
San knew the man could move with the gracefulness of a dancer, but watching Mingi’s body wave as he moved toward San was a lot to handle.
Instinctively moving fluently with the music as if Mingi's body was speaking to San's soul; his hand caressing down San's face. The way his hand found its place just beneath his chin directing San to look up.
Single-handedly the hottest thing Mingi has ever done.
The eye contact between them is electric and sparks an untouched fire inside of them. Both looking at each other with a deep unsated hunger that couldn't be quenched here in front of their group members or fans.
San could feel all of the other members watching them. He wanted to play it off, laughing as his knees practically gave out.
He waved his hand almost as if trying to fight away the feelings but inside his mind he couldn't deny it.
He needed Mingi to look at him that way again.
San just needed him.