↱FRIENDS↲ ⇾woosan⇽

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"How do you think he's doing?" Hongjoong whispered at some point between the second and third portion of Mingi's dance performance, voice low against San's ear.

San looked over at the elder, their eyes meeting briefly before he turned to stare down the row of seats containing the rest of their friends.

He frowned. "Who?"

"Yeosang-ah." Hongjoong scoffed, elbowing San in the ribs as though it was supposed to be obvious, and usually San would have had every right to get mad in that moment, but one glance in Yeosang's direction was all it took for San to understand what the elder was talking about.

Yeosang, who was arguably one of the only responsible adults in their friend group, an adult in the midst of earning a law degree no less, was sitting with his hands curled tight around the arm rests of his seat, jaw close to cracking.

His knees were bouncing anxiously, eyes pulled tight with scrutiny, and every bit of his attention was drawn down to the center stage in front of them, unable to look away from Mingi who was currently dancing with three other students.

It wasn't the first time they'd gone to see Mingi rap or dance, but this was the first time Yeosang was seeing his boyfriend dance, and San could tell that alone was enough to have the young man squirming in his seat, forehead shining with sweat.

This had nothing to do with the fact that Mingi happened to be wearing an all white suit that clung noticeably to his chest and thighs, his hair wet and his eyes dark with powder, lips tinted a cherry red.

It had nothing to do with that.

"I think... he's gonna cum in his pants." San admitted with a grimace, hiding his face the moment he said it.

Hongjoong gaped at San, fear surging through him.

"It's fine," Seonghwa said suddenly, cutting his way in. "I brought an extra pair of Yunho's underwear just in case." He gave them a thumbs up, tongue caught between his teeth as he smiled, and San couldn't believe they were even discussing this in the middle of the auditorium, five feet away from Yeosang himself.

"You did what?" Yunho demanded loudly, leaning over Seonghwa's shoulder, and all three of them turned to shush him at the same time, forcing the boy to deflate with a pout.

"Jesus- fuck me I guess."

"You brought a pair of underwear for Yeosang? Are you serious?" Hongjoong hissed, not convinced, and San was already mid eye roll by the time Seonghwa grabbed for the backpack down at his feet, because why would you doubt the stupidity of Park Seonghwa?

The pink haired man pulled a pair of underwear from his bag as though he was unsheathing a sword, daring Hongjoong to question him again as he dangled the material in his face.

He was giggling, quiet but frantic, and the commotion was enough to make Jongho, Yeosang, and Wooyoung throw them curious looks from farther down the row.

San yanked the underwear out of Seonghwa's hand, hurriedly stuffing it in his suit jacket before Yeosang could notice.

"What the fuck is wrong with you guys..." San grumbled.