The Odd Doctor Out | A Drama | S. 5

891 🩺 Dropping In Unannounced

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Wooyoung looked fucking incredible on a pole.

Not exactly a sentence San thought he'd ever be saying to himself, but one he found himself thinking anyway as he sat against the mirrored wall in the corner of the pole studio, surrounded by purple and blue light and a few chrome reflecting poles that were all empty bar one.

He had no idea what the music was that was playing. If he had to describe it, he would have used the words sexy, sensual, alluring, mysterious, calm, and maybe even fantastical—no lyrics, just flowing music with a hint of r&b beats that seemed to flow on forever.

Wooyoung made forever, seem like not nearly long enough.

Although he'd been with the blonde to the studio a number of times, he'd never been to this specific room, but when he'd followed Wooyoung inside, he could tell from the moment those dark eyes laid sight past the door, that he was intimately familiar with the space.

And intimately, didn't seem like a strong enough adjective, because the way Wooyoung's body moved, slowly... Easily... With a grace that was somehow sexy and calming all at once...

The ceiling was much higher in this studio room, and god only knew how, but at some point, his immense fear of Wooyoung falling so many meters had actually disappeared altogether. He just made it look so effortless, twirling around slowly, elegantly...

He could watch him dance forever and never tire of it.

His little shorts were tight to his body, and the cropped wrap top he wore left very little to the imagination, but if it meant he wouldn't slip, he was more than happy to reign in his jealousy for if anyone were to walk in. God, he thought, jaw dropping once again as he watched him arch around the pole upside down, with a leg moving into a split above him, the other curled beneath him. He's incredible... No hands... So high up, but without a hint of fear...

The speakers rang the music out around them, and he stared, mesmerised as Wooyoung's body worked even higher, like he knew every inch of the pole better than his own body. Fascinated... Entranced... Hypnotised... Spellbound...

Until suddenly, Wooyoung's body fell...

Nothing more than a guttural, incoherent shout left him as he stared in horror, launching himself up, despite the fact that he'd never get there in time to catch him...

Dread was already upon him, seeing images flash in his head of all the injuries he would sustain, before he even hit the ground...

However suddenly, Wooyoung's body curled around the pole into a tiny little petite ball, catching himself...

Not half a foot before he'd have hit the ground.