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The towel drops. All I hear around me is people yelling, just like every single time. But this time something glows inside of me, impatiently waiting for him to turn around, while enjoying the beautiful view of his chiselled back and his ass.
I try to look away, trying to convince myself that I'm straight but my eyes stay locked to his body, taking in the perfection of every muscle, while he turns around. He only gives a few second view of what's there, then bends down to take his towel again.
Though in the few seconds, I feel like I want to touch him, his whole body seeming like perfection. I even get kind of disappointed the moment he puts the towel back around his waist and leaves the stage.
The next show is a girl again, but I can only think of San, the image of his body moving to the beat burned into my eyes, and I can't look away from it. Completely uninterested in the girl, I wait until Changbin's up.
By the time he's done, I'm not even watching anymore. He disappears off the stage and I run into the backstage to meet him there.
'So, did you watch San's show?'
'Yeah'
'How was it?'
'It was... Okay...'
'Meh, I don't believe you'
'Alright, it was really good'
'That's better'
After finally convincing Changbin to go home together, you go back to your apartment, to get some sleep, where San haunts your dreams.
3 days later, Monday morning
Like any other day, I wake up, get dressed, wash my face, brush my teeth and have breakfast to head to work. I get into my car and half an hour later, annoyed by the Monday morning traffic, I arrive at the giant, grey building where I work.
I walk in, wearing the same black and white suit and tie as everyone else in the building and clicked button "17" on the elevator. The elevator rises up 17 floors and opens its doors. I walk out and head to my desk, until the secretary stops me.
'Mr. Jung!'
I turn around, facing her'
'There's a new intern, Mr. Park expects you to take care of him'
I sigh, not only am I overworked already, I also need to take care of an intern, why? I really hate my boss.
'Sure', I hiss at the secretary, 'If I have to'
I continue my way to my desk, where the intern is waiting for me. I only see the back of his head so far, until I walk up to him and say: 'You're the new intern?'
He turns around and nods, finally showing his face. I recognise it in a second, it's San. I finally got myself back into the delusion I'm straight, and now the man who made me doubt it all has to be MY INTERN?
'Yes, I'm the intern, Choi San, nice to meet you', he says friendly, 'Mr Jung?'
I realize I wasn't paying attention, 'Oh, yeah, nice to meet you too, I'll make sure you get started well here'
'I'm looking forward to working with you', he smiles politely.
After the typical formal talk is done, I try to act as normal as possible, 'Have you been shown around the building yet?'
'No, I haven't, I've been sent straight to this desk'
'I'll give you a quick tour then'
He stands up and follows me around the building.
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My Dirty Dancer (WooSan) (COMPLETED)
FanficThe towel drops. All I hear around me is people yelling. Mostly girls, some stereotypical gays with rainbow socks, nothing out of the ordinary, this kind of shit happens in this club all the time. But this time, I'm kind of turned on by it... A smut...