Minhyuk saunters out of the dressing room, head cocked and arms outstretched in a fairly accurate imitation of Jiho, Kyung and Jaehyo laughing and falling over each other at his antics. Jihoon is there as well, but can't find it in himself to crack up when he's so busy focusing on things other than his imitation. Namely, the dancer's perfect shoulders, accentuated by a stark white shirt, his slim waist, accentuated by a pseudo-corset, leading down to his strong legs, accentuated by leather pants. Mostly, though, mostly he's focused on that waist. The things Jihoon imagines doing because of that trim torso were and maddening and he was hardly able to understand the feeling himself.

That's not to say he hadn't been attracted to him before, oh no. Minhyuk had always been the easiest on the eyes according to Jihoon's inner honesty, and he had only been getting ier as time went on. When he had first seen Minhyuk's new haircut for this comeback, was when he knew he couldn't pass it off as just running a beauty contest in his head, with his group mates as the contestants, anymore. He had to be honest with himself and confess that it was a full blown, wet dream, gawking in public style crush.

This bodice deal wasn't helping matters much.

Done joking around, the other three eventually wander off to watch whoever is filming, but Jihoon is still so stuck on staring that he doesn't even notice the look Minhyuk gives him as he walks away. If he had noticed, he just may have realized that today was going to be his lucky day.

He is in a trance for the next eight hours, like a birdwatcher in spring, though he is quick to become more covert in his staring. Minhyuk still notices, can feel his zeroed in focus, and is honestly flattered by the attention. It doesn't hurt that Jihoon looks mighty fine himself and he can't help but to sneak a few of his own peaks at the maknae's leather clad lower half.

It isn't until the end of the day that they get a moment alone, the rest of the group already changed and practically asleep in the van while Jihoon re-shot a solo part and Minhyuk watched, waiting for him.

They follow each other to the dressing room, an expectant silence falling between them. Jihoon is the first to break it.

"You look really good in that." Minhyuk shifts, looking down at himself and plucking at the pants.

"Thanks. They suit you t-"

"Those are nice!" Minhyuk looks back up at the almost urgent tone in Jihoon's voice.

"But I wasn't talking about your pants." Jihoon steps forward.

"I was talking about this." His hands seem to cut the air on their way to Minhyuk's waist. He in a quick breath and actually shivers when Jihoon's fingers dance up and down the stiff fabric, watching as they slow to rest heavily on his sides.

He can feel the way Jihoon squeezes when he leans forward to kiss him.