"woah"
Sung Hanbin, a talented dancer who had just survived the chaos of a grueling dance tournament, gasped almost dramatically, slapping his palm over his mouth as if he had seen a ghost. except, it wasn't a ghost but a breathtakingly beautiful person.
Zhang Hao had just finished a massage session with a client, walked out of the restroom, looking like a scene straight out of a movie.
Hanbin, still in a daze, wandered over to the counter, where a cheerful girl greeted him with the enthusiasm of someone who hadn't just danced their feet off for days.
"good morning! what can we help you with today?" she chirped.
Hanbin, barely able to tear his eyes away from Zhang Hao, blurted out, "no-woah ca-can I have that?" pointing directly at the mesmerizing figure as if he was ordering from a menu.
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the masseur
Fanfictiona dancer and a massuer story for haobin, i just get this idea when i was visiting a reflexology center last week.
