San really didn't like Yunho, and it was obvious. The glares he'd give him while they sat in dance class together were anything but sweet.

Wooyoung and yunho sat across the studio, chattering away, all up in each other's personal space. San wanted nothing more than to split the two up, but he couldn't, no trouble should be caused just yet.

San moved to Seoul because he was bored, needed a new play thing, the last one got away....and Wooyoung was perfect.

He liked Wooyoung from the start, the doe eyes, the plump lips, those thighs. Oh how he wanted to ravish him.

He wanted nothing more than to destroy that pretty face, make him cry, beg, scream.

His eyes followed wooyoungs every move as he danced in front of the large mirror, seemingly dancing to a girl group song because of a dare.

The boy was a little too good, he swayed his hips to the girlish song. He jokingly ran his finger up his leg, laughing with Yunho as he did so.

He found it to be harmless, but San couldn't take his eyes off of the boy. He was frozen, wooyoung was tempting, and he didn't even know.

sans mouth parted, in a trance as the chorus of the song hit. wooyoung dropped down slowly, laughing as he went into the splits.

yunho clapped loudly and screaming praises at his friend. San was genuinely surprised that wooyoung could do that, he cleared his throat and looked away, not wanting to stare for too long.

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A/n: mwah mwah mwah mwah, i love you guys.

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