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The neon sign nearly blinded you as you stepped out of your rideshare with May beside you. 

Peaches!

You side-eyed your friend, but she shrugged. 

“It’ll be fun,” May insists as she takes your hand and leads you inside. She smiles as she walks through the door with you in tow.

“Hey, May,” Her boyfriend, Yunho, greets her behind the bar. You wave at him in greeting when he says your name. He walks around the bar, stopping to kiss May on the cheek.

“Mayra and Lea are already here,” he states as he leads you through the crowd. It’s hard to see in the dark club, but you cling to May as Yunho leads you to a table by the stage.

“May,” you start, but Yunho waves over a shirtless man, and you shut the hell up. With wide eyes, you take in his beautiful body. You’re not sure what to say as your brain malfunctions.

“What can I get you to drink, doll?” His deep voice and Australian accent make your head spin as you gape at him. He chuckles. “I’m Felix. What’s your name, beautiful?”

You answer him, still in awe as you spot his bare chest, and his insanely sculpted torso demands your attention. 

May giggles beside her boyfriend as Felix takes your hand, pausing to give you a moment to pull away, but you don’t. He places your hand on his chest. “Care for a dance?”

“I-I-” you stutter as he licks his lips. His gaze feels hot on your skin as he eyes you, smirking. 

“Felix, let her breathe,” Yunho finally says as he shoos him away with your drink order. “Sorry about him. He likes to make pretty girls shy.”

May laughs as she nods in agreement. “I knew he’d love you! He’s single!”

“I still don’t think coming here was a good idea,” you hiss over the music playing. The stage is currently empty but will be occupied in just a few moments. The club was still letting people in, the bar was slammed with customers who needed a little liquid courage, and the dancers were backstage putting on the finishing touches.

“You’ll have fun. Everyone here is nice. They’re good people,” Yunho informs you before he heads back to the bar to help Hongjoong.

“You made it!” Lea exclaims as she waves her hand as if you hadn’t been led straight to her table.

“She’s had a few,” Mayra explains as she leans forward to hug you as you take your seat. 

Somehow, you end up in front of the stage.

“Trade with me,” You hiss at May. She waves you off as she catches up with Mayra and Lea.

“Here you go, love,” Felix startles you as he appears with four drinks (one is water for Lea).

“Thank you,” you say, hoping he can hear you over the music. 

“Sure thing, sweetness,” he smiles brightly, and your thighs press together as your dress rides up. Felix notices. He winks and shakes his long blond hair out of his eyes.

“Save a dance for me, love,” he says as he heads back to the bar with his tray.

“Oh, he wants you so bad,” Lea comments as she sips her water.

“Totally,” Mayra agrees. “He didn’t flirt with us that hard.”

“Shh,” you giggle as you take your first sip of your drink.

“Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Peaches!” the MC exclaims as the music slowly fades out, and the stage lights go from blue to red.

Cheers from the crowd nearly deafen you as you down your drink. Yunho appears out of nowhere to deliver a second drink for you and May.

“Our first Peach of the night is here! Welcome, San, to the Stage,” The MC riles the crowd up as the music starts up. 

“Ooh,” Lea claps as the spotlight shows a tall figure clad in black leather pants showing off his peach and a tight vest held together by the grace of god because his massive shoulders seem like they’ll tear through the fabric at any moment.

“Wow,” you breathe as you unabashedly stare at him as he smiles to disarm the crowd as he steps forward. He sways his hips from side to side at first, leading into a sensual body roll.

San playfully flexes, showing off for the crowd. You can tell he loves the attention and bathes in it as he continues to move in ways that you could only dream of.

He’s gorgeous.

You can’t take your eyes away from him, not that you would ever want to. 

San struts toward the edge of the stage as Lea and Mayra throw bills at him. They shower down as he chuckles.

“Thank you, ladies,” he winks before sauntering to the other side of the stage. 

His moves are hypnotic. They claim all of your attention, even as another server comes your way, you recognize him as Yeosang, one of Yunho’s friends.

“He usually dances, but he got hurt in practice today,” May explains as Yeosang leaves your drinks and heads back to the bar to help Jong-ho, Felix, and Hongjoong.

Your momentary conversation has made you unaware of San kneeling in front of you on stage. He brings them in and then pushes them out as his poor vest rips open, exposing his shining chest. 

Your mouth waters at the sight, and your hands grip the edge of your seat as he lets the vest fall off his broad shoulders. For a moment, you wonder what it would be like to have your legs draped over them.

San looks you in the eye as he falls to the floor, his hips rising and falling as the crowd throws money at him.

San gets back on his knees, one hand on his thigh right by his cock as the other rests on the back of his neck.

Slowly, he gets to his feet. 

“He’s gonna pick someone,” Mayra informs you gleefully.. 

“For what?!” you ask with wide eyes as Lea giggles from her seat. San is straddling her lap. He does a body roll for her, earning screeching cheers as the spotlight shines on both of them.

You gulp down your drink as San takes her hands, perfectly manicured, and runs them over his godly abs. Lea nearly loses her mind as her hand skirts over his cock.

San chuckles at her reaction before he climbs off of her. He heads back to the stage, finishing his routine before the song comes to an end.

Applause and cheers thunder through the club as San takes a bow before heading off the stage. 

You fanned yourself as May checks on Lea. 

“I don’t know if I’m still breathing,” Lea admits as she fans herself with a cocktail napkin and downs her water.

“Come on, we’ll have Felix give you some water,” Mayra pulls Lea out of her seat as a stagehand appears to collect all of San’s tips.

“Aren’t you glad you came?” May smiles brightly as she sips her drink. 

“I’m still debating,” you answer honestly. Your face is hot, and your body thrums with excitement and desire.

“I’m just saying,” she shrugs as she looks at the program. “Boo.”

“What?”

“Hwa isn’t on tonight,” she pouts as she sips her drink. Her lipstick leaves a mark on her paper straw.

“And that’s a problem, why?” you ask as you watch the ice cubes separate in your drink.

“I wanted you to see him. He’s so hot. Like if you think San was hot, Hwa and him together… Oof. You might as well order your casket now before seeing those two menaces together on stage.”

Suddenly, you’re glad Hwa, whoever he is, isn’t here tonight.

“Oh no,” you feign disappointment, but May rolls her eyes.

“I’ll just have to bring you back next week.”

“You wouldn’t!”

“I will,” She smirks. You flip her off before turning back to your drink as Mayra and Lea return to the table.

“Are we ready to keep this party going?” The MC asks. He’s answered with cheers as the music grows louder. “Welcome, our Sweet Peach, Woo!”

As Woo’s dance came to an end, San scoped the crowd. Lots of regulars filled the seats, some already shoving bills in the waistbands of his coworkers and his friends.

San figured he’d go greet Yunho’s girl. It was a shame his friend had stopped dancing after things got serious with May, but Yunho was going to propose soon and he didn’t want his bride-to-be jealous of his clientele.

“Hey sweetheart,” San greets May with a tight hug.

“Sannie!” she hugs him back, pinching his cheek.

“Hey! None of that,” he scolds playfully. “I’m working here.”

May rolls her eyes. “You big baby.”

San places his hands over his chest, feigning hurt. “You break my heart, gorgeous.”

“Stuff it. I know all your tricks,” May laughs. “Anyway, you remember my girls? Mayra, Lea, and I finally dragged this one down here.”

You wave sheepishly as May introduces you to San.

“Nice to meet you,” San says genuinely. “I’m glad you’re here.”

Before you can respond, the stage lights up once again, and San says his goodbyes before heading to some of his regulars.

When you look at the stage, Felix stands in the center with his pretty blonde hair tied in a half-ponytail. His white vest sits nicely on his chest, and his jeans sit on his hips, with a white belt through the loops. A chain shines from his hips as he begins his routine.

The crowd goes wild when he gets on the floor, on his knees, as he cups his crotch. You’re not sure you could handle tonight’s lineup if you were honest.

Music booms in the club as May hands you a final drink before switching you to water. She’s the responsible one tonight. Mayra has finally let go now that Lea is strictly on water.

Felix takes your attention as the crowd roars when he rips open his white vest. He smiles at the crowd, reaching for a bottle of water before he pours it over his head, allowing it to run down his Adonis-like body.

You nearly moan as your eyes follow a few droplets rolling down his abs and disappearing into the waistband of his pants. You bite your lip as you look away from his dick, only to catch him staring at you with his beautiful eyes.

Felix takes a few dutiful steps in your direction. Your heart thumps loudly as he stands in front of you. He takes your hand, and you with him willingly as your heart thunders, rivaling the sound of the music.

“Trust me, baby?” Felix asks as he takes your hand in his to guide you to his taut torso. You lock eyes with him as he leads them lower and lower until they’re at his belt. Before you can go any further, Felix wraps your hands around his neck before he lifts you.

Your legs immediately wrap around his hips as he simulates fucking you. You giggle, shy due to all the attention. You hid your face in his chest, feeling it rumble as he chuckled.

“Such a shy baby girl, huh? We’ll have to break you out of that,” Felix states before he sets you down on your trembling heels.

“What do you mean?” you ask, dumbfounded.

“Don’t worry about it, baby girl,” Felix smirks as he guides you back to your seat, legs still shaking as he kisses your hand before he heads to the stage to finish his routine as bills fly around him. 

“He wants you bad,” Lea comments as the intermission happens. You have enough time to fan your face in the bathroom, check your makeup, and swipe a few ice cubes from the bar before the next dancer is on stage.

“Let’s have a round of applause for our Dangerous Peach, Mingi!” The MC hollers as cheers thunder once again.

Felix is making the rounds, his waist stuffed with bills as he heads to the dressing room to shove them in his bag.

“What do you think of May’s friend?” San asks him as he wipes the sweat from his brow. He had just finished a private dance for a regular.

“Which one?” Felix asks as he opens his bottle of water.

San rolls his eyes, swatting Felix with his towel.

“The one you humped on stage,” San retorts as he chugs his water.

Felix blushes. “Think it was too much? She’s so cute.”

San smirks. “She is, isn’t she? Should we tempt her to a private dance?”

“Think May will put in a good word?” 

“Who knows,” San shrugs as he pats Felix’s shoulder and heads back onto the floor.

Your eyes are glued to the dancer on stage.

Mayra has taken Lea home, and you were going to stay until Yunho got off work to make sure you and May got home all right.

“Care for a dance?” Felix asks as he stands in front of you before squatting so he can look you in the eye.

“Sure!” May answers for you. For once, you’re grateful as you nod. 

Felix grins as he takes your hand. 

“Where are we going?” you ask as you follow him.

 “Somewhere more private,” he answers as he walks slowly, giving you time to go back to May, but instead, you walk faster in your eagerness.

Felix takes you down a hallway with several closed doors. He stops on the third one, opening it. It’s dark, and music plays from a speaker as Felix leads you to a couch. There’s a small table in front of it with a list of drinks.

“May took care of everything,” Felix informs you as he pours you a drink. You take it graciously, knocking it back, hoping it’ll soothe the fire in your veins.

You were too aroused to be bashful, especially when Felix smiled at you. You noticed the sprinkle of freckles across his cheeks. 

Felix chats you up for a bit, asking what your favorite song is. He chuckles when you answer as he scrolls through the iPod connected to the stereo. He removes his vest, tossing it aside as the song begins.

Immediately, the playful Felix that had been making jokes to ease your nerves was gone, and an absolute demon had replaced him as the heavy bass filled the room.

Slowly, Felix walks toward you, his hips swaying in a captivating way that makes your mouth water as he thrusts. He runs his hands over his body, cupping himself while maintaining eye contact. He bites his lip when he sees you press your thighs together, gripping the edge of the seat as he struts towards you.

He drops to his knees, his hands on your thighs as he spreads them apart to settle in between while doing a body roll. Your hands cling to your seat as he repeats his action just to take your hand in his. 

“You can touch,” he smirks as he lays your hand on his chest. “I want you to touch.”

Your mind spins as you feel every lithe muscle of his. He straddles your legs, surprising you.

“Want a closer look?” he teases as he grinds on your lap, guiding your hand to his shoulder. “Do you know how fucking hot you are?”

You’re surprised by his words, feeling bashful as he tilts your chin up to make you look at him.

“Don’t shy away now, baby. Not when we’re just getting started.”

You nearly moan as you nod. 

Felix dances for you, allowing your hands to explore his body. You wonder how much you’re breaking the rules but you soon forget when his forehead presses to yours as you both make intense eye contact. Your heart has been banging against your ribcage, the song has transitioned to another and a third as you gaze into his eyes.

Slowly, Felix runs his thumb against your bottom lip. “What I wouldn’t give to taste you.”

Your body pulsates at his words as you swallow thickly, wishing he’d kiss you. 

“Kiss me,” you whisper as he leans in closer, his hair brushing your cheek.

“Can I?” Felix asks for confirmation.

“Please,” you beg, nearly whimpering.

Felix cups your cheek, kissing you gently.

You moan, gripping his shoulders as you deepen the kiss. 

Felix moans your name as he places your hand on his sculpted chest. He moans again when you brush against his nipples. 

“Sensitive,” he whispers in between heated kisses as he lies you back on the couch, with him settled between your legs.

“Felix,” you moan as your hands run through his blonde hair. 

“Fuck,” he curses as he kisses his way down your jaw toward your neck before settling on your chest. His hands grab your hips, tugging you closer as he rolls his hips against yours.

Fire blooms deep in your abdomen, searing every bit of you as Felix sucks on your neck, leaving you weak.

“Fuck, Felix,” you curse, eyes fluttering shut as he pulls you onto his lap just like he had on stage. You feel his hard cock pressed against you and you whimper.

Felix can feel the heat between your thighs. He wants to bury his face in it and slide his tongue between your wet folds.

“Felix! Are you in there? It’s closing time!” Yunho shouts from the other side of the door. 

“Shit,” Felix huffs at being interrupted. He helps you to your feet like a gentleman. You straighten your dress before heading to the door.

“Oh!” Yunho exclaims in surprise. “I didn’t mean to interrupt.”

“No worries, man,” Felix says easily as he takes your hand in his. He kisses it before he bids you a good night.

You watch him walk away, nearly drooling, before Yunho snaps his fingers in front of your face.

“Hello? You there?” Yunho asks as he waves a hand in front of you.

“Hmm? Yeah,” you respond as you finally focus on your friend’s boyfriend.

Yunho shakes his head. “Come on, let’s get you home.”

You remain silent, simply nodding in response.

Monday morning comes too soon.

Work calls your name, and unfortunately, you listen.

“Good morning,” you greet everyone you cross paths with on your way to your desk.

“Good morning,” you hear a familiar voice that makes your heart flutter.

“Seonghwa, hello!” you chirp excitedly.

“Hello, did you have a good weekend?” Seonghwa asks as he walks with you to your desk.

“Yep, my friend took me out,” you respond, hoping you won’t have to go into the nitty-gritty details.

“Oh, where to?” Seonghwa inquires, full of curiosity.

“Um… Peaches!” you respond, feeling your cheeks flush.

Seonghwa stares wide-eyed at you. “Peaches?!”

“I will not be returning,” you assure him as you giggle. Seonghwa nods firmly before he waves bye and heads to his desk. He hoped you wouldn’t be going back to the establishment.

The week flies by, and soon you’re standing in line to get into Peaches! on a Saturday night.

“May,” you whined as you pulled the hem of your short black dress down only to expose more of your tits.

It was a losing battle, both with your dress and your best friend.

“Hush, we have a table waiting for us,” May waves you off as you get to the front. The bouncer lets you in immediately.

Your table from last week is waiting for you, along with Mayra and Lea.

Felix appears with a tray of drinks for your table.

“Glad to see you again,” he winks before he leaves your table. You ignore the curious gazes from your friends as the spotlight comes on the stage.

“Ooh, Hwa is on the list tonight,” May giggles as she hands the flyer to you. You quickly scan it but your attention is taken by San as he gets on the floor, humping it thrice before he’s on his knees.

You expect his routine to be the same as last week, but to your surprise, it’s not. Blue light casts over him as he brings his knees inward, his gaze on the floor in front of him.

Suddenly, another person appears, cast in the shadows. He saunters over to San, who is still kneeling.

The new dancer circles San and almost rivals him in hotness as he drops to his knees in front of San. The mysterious dancer leans back, making half a circle with his body before San rises to his feet. The dancer clings to San’s thighs, and you watch him intently.

A blindfold covers the new dancer’s eyes as San tangles a hand in his thick locks. He tugs the dancer to his crotch, and the dancer grips San’s muscular thighs clad in black leather once again.

The dancer’s chest is exposed as he spins to face the crowd. Two thick bands of silk cover his nipples. His hair falls over the black blindfold as he faces the crowd. He humps the floor twice, smirking as San undoes his blindfold.

A gasp escapes you as your shy co-worker appears under the blindfold. Your mind freezes for a moment as you try to process the information.

What. The. Fuck.

Why is Seonghwa on the stage stripping for all to see?

“Hwa makes an appearance!” May cheers as she fans herself with the flyer. You’re too stunned to speak as Seonghwa takes his blazer off. 

San hypes up the crowd. The sound nearly deafens you as your tipsiness disappears. Seonghwa captures your attention as he heads into the crowd to grab one lucky person to pull on stage.

Mayra cheers loudly in her usual spot as your heart thunders in your chest. Seonghwa takes his lucky guest to the stage where San has placed a chair for them.

The lights turn red, then blue, and back to red. The music becomes more sensual as you glue your eyes to the stage. You have a perfect view of Seonghwa as he circles the person sitting down. He looks at them seductively, smirking as he places his hands on their knees and drops to his.

Lea hollers from her seat, clapping loudly as your focus zeroes in on San standing behind the lucky client on the chair. He grips their shoulders, whispering something in their ear that causes the person to become flustered as Seonghwa rolls his hips.

“Pay attention to me,” he demands in a playful tone. 

Your eyes are zeroed in on his lithe body, the oil sparkling in certain areas as the spotlight shines on the three of them on stage.

San focuses on the guest’s upper body while Seonghwa takes care of their lower body, touching and teasing just enough to fluster them. The crowd cheers as Seonghwa guides their hands to his chest, wagging his finger ‘no’ when he leads them down to his navel with a sinister chuckle.

Seongwha lies back, facing the crowd with his head tilted back to expose his neck. The music slowly comes to an end as the stage lights fade to black.

There’s a moment of stunned silence at the performance before bills go flying toward the stage as the guest is led back to their seat by a stagehand.

When the lights slowly come back on, Woo stands on stage with his back to the crowd. 

“Need a drink?” Felix asks as he appears with a tray of drinks for the table. You nod absentmindedly as you take your drink and thank him.

Tonight has been rather busy. You haven’t had a chance to speak to him about last Friday night, and now you’re too shocked to even focus on him, even if his tight leather pants beg you to admire his thighs in ‘em.

Dammit, Seonghwa.

Yunho has been busy at the bar, filling drink orders and making tips. Yeosang has offered to help until it’s time for his routine, and Hongjoong is easily manning his side of the bar. 

Felix excuses himself to take a drink order at a nearby table, and you gulp down your drink before he’s even out of sight.

Mayra and Lea are captivated by Woo on the stage as he pours a bottle of water over his chest to soak his white t-shirt. He rips it down the middle, earning a wad of bills.

“Babe, don’t you think you should slow down?” May asks as she watches you suck on an ice cube now that your drink is gone.

“Seonghwa,” you mutter as you chew on the ice.

“What?” May asks, puzzled.

“Seonghwa, from work… You know?” You utter as you look around to see if he’s hit the floor. You don’t think you could look him in the eye if he appeared.

“Oh, is he in the crowd? He should join us!” May is excited to meet your work crush that you’ve spoken about for the last six months. You explained how shy he was, so it was surprising he’d come to Peaches! But hey, to each their own.

“No, no,” you shake your head. The room spins for a moment, and May flags down Felix.

“Can you get us some water, please?” 

Felix looks at you with concern but nods as he hurries to the bar. He wishes he could get a moment to speak to you.

Yunho returns with water for everyone. 

May makes you drink yours and then gulp down hers before she takes your hand to lead you to the bathroom.

For once, it’s just the two of you in the bathroom (a miracle in Peaches!), and you lean against the sink to support yourself.

“Seonghwa wasn’t in the crowd,” you finally find your voice. “He was on stage.”

May’s jaw drops open wide. She blinks slowly, processing.

“Seonghwa, shy little Seonghwa with the Lego obsession and the pink bunnies on his desk, was on stage? At Peaches!?”

You nod as you part from your friend to use the bathroom after chugging so much water. May waited patiently for you as you reappeared. She waits until the toilet stops flushing and you wash your hands, scrubbing them harshly with soap to buy you some time.

“Do you want to go home?” May asks as she hands you a napkin to dry your hands.

“I don’t know. I was hoping to talk to Felix. Or is that too pushy? What if it was just his thing to get new clients?” You wonder as you fix your dress, but alas, if you pull it too lo,w your breasts threaten to pop out and if you raise it too high, your ass will be on display. Curse May for choosing your outfit.

After a few minutes, you head back onto the floor with May at your side.

She stops to chat with Yunho while you head for your table to wait for her. 

“Hey, glad to see you tonight,” San smiles when he spots you. He had been walking the floor to give dances and catch up with his regulars, but he was glad you came tonight. He hadn’t seen much of you since last weekend, and he had heard about your lap dance with Felix. San could admit he was a little jealous.

Yunho had talked you up a lot when they were at work or practice. He often spoke about May, and your name frequently appeared in his stories. San was surprised when you finally came in last weekend, but he had been so busy with his clients, he hadn’t had time to properly introduce himself.

Perhaps asking you out would be too forward, but he couldn’t think of any other way to get to know you.

“Hey,” you grin as brightly as possible. Mayra and Lea excuse themselves quickly as they spot the heart-eyes San sends your way.

“Enjoying tonight’s show?” San asks as he leans closer, making your heart race. You nod, inhaling his cologne. Fuck, did he have to smell so good?

San sat shirtless in his chair, water in one hand. He took a sip from it, and you watched as his throat bobbed when he swallowed. A droplet ran down his chin toward his bare chest and you followed it with your eyes.

San chuckles when he notes where your gaze has gone, and he takes that as a positive sign. You were attracted to him, which gave him a little more confidence in asking you out.

“Yeah, definitely,” you nod. “Are you performing again?”

“In a half-hour,” San confirms. “Gonna stick around to watch?” 

“Of course she will!” Lea answers for you, and you curse her in your head. You were going to make a run for it before Seonghwa could spot you. Maybe if you ran away, you’d never have to have an awkward conversation with your coworker.

Simple enough, right?

“She’ll even go on stage!” Lea exclaims.

You send her a death glare that goes unnoticed by her as she takes her seat. Mayra shrugs, she tried her best to keep Lea out of trouble, but even this couldn’t be helped.

“No, she won’t,” you hiss as San laughs.

“I see you prefer more privacy?” he asks with a raised brow, and the look he gives you makes your heart flip wonderfully.

“San! Go get dressed!” Mingi, another one of Yunho’s friends, calls out from the next table. On the stage, Jongho strips slowly as he sways his hips to the music.

Mayra is captivated by his moves as San takes your hand and kisses it before he rises from his seat.

“I hope to see you after my dance.”

May makes her way through the crowd and finally arrives at your table. “Ready to go?”

“You can’t leave!” Lea frowns. “San wants her to see his next dance.”

“Lea,” May huffs. “We can’t.”

“Of course you can!” Mingi shouts from the next table, and May glares at him. 

“Yeah, stay,” Mayra encourages as she sips her drink, the little umbrella bumping her nose. Her black hair gets tossed over her shoulder as she grins. “We’re here to have fun and support your friends.”

“Yeah, support your friends,” Mingi agrees. 

May looks at him and then at you, waiting for you to make a decision. She’ll be the bad guy if she has to be.

“Fine, just until San’s routine,” you give into the peer pressure but wave down a server to order another drink. You were way too sober to last another thirty minutes. Fuck, you wish you had a booth in the far-back wall or something.

A few more dancers come on stage before San makes his second appearance. You’ve chugged your drink ages ago, waiting for him to come dance, and you pray he won’t take Lea seriously and pull you on stage.

You were sinking in your seat, keeping an eye out for Seonghwa, but so far you hadn’t seen a peep of him since his first appearance on stage.

The moment San appears on stage, you’re transfixed by his appearance. His white outfit makes him seem angelic, but the smirk on his lips is anything but.

Slowly, he makes his way down the stage as if he were on the catwalk. His hair is slicked back with a few pieces on his forehead. His chest glistens under the spotlight as he gives a little peek of his pecks. 

His blazer sparkles under the lights as he spins, his shirt unbuttoned further when he faces the crowd once more.

You’re on the edge of your seat as the blazer comes off and he’s left in his white shirt. He runs one hand down his body, stopping at his belt. He catches your eye in the crowd as he moves his hand to his inner thigh, dragging it up further as his fingers brush his crotch.

You bite your lip as you follow his movements, meeting his fiery gaze. You keep your eyes on him, nearly panting as he turns around and untucks his shirt. The material falls off his shoulders, earning a roar of cheers from the crowd as it falls further down his broad back.

Desire pools deep in your belly as you watch the shirt pool on the floor. His back is muscular, so are his arms.

San looks over his shoulder at the crowd before he shakes his ass and undoes his belt. He tosses it to the end of the stage before he spins to face the crowd.

The button of his pants is undone. Slowly, he unzips them, earning a flurry of bills to land on the stage and around your feet. He pumps his chest twice, smirking as he puts his thumbs in his belt loops and tugs downwards just as the song ends and the room goes dark.

“Tease!” someone calls from the crowd, earning a laugh as the spotlight returns and San stands there with his pants buttoned and zipped. 

“Gotta leave my babes wanting more,” he winks as he speaks into the microphone. “I’ll be on the floor tonight.” With that, San waves and leaves the stage as someone collects his clothing and a stagehand collects his tips.

“Okay, time to go,” May states as she leaves to let Yunho know of your impending departure. Mayra is with Lea, the two chatting up Woo, or Wooyoung, as he mentioned just moments ago. He’s another friend of May and Yunho. Do all their friends have to be so devastatingly attractive?

“I’m going to find May,” you state as you watch your two friends flirt with Wooyoung. Mayra nods, wishing you good night as you head for the bar to find May.

“Going so soon?” San asks as he spots you in between tables.

“May is my ride home,” you answer as you walk out of the way as someone walks past you. San nods as he leads you to a more secluded area away from tipsy customers who bumped into you in their haste to return to the show.

“I know this is kind of sudden, but I was wondering if I could take you on a date sometime?” San asks, feeling shy. 

“What about Felix?” you blurt out, surprising yourself and San. 

With wide eyes, San flushes. “Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t know you were dating. I’m sorry.”

“No, we aren’t. I didn’t talk to him about it. It was nothing, I suppose.”

“Are you sure?” San asks, wanting some clarification. He would back off completely if you were into Felix instead of him. You barely knew each other after all.

“I’d love to go out-” you start to reply before your name is called and all the blood in your veins turns to ice.

At the end of the hall stands Seonghwa, and he is shocked to see you.