M - namseok, voyeurism
It's fascinating to watch Hoseok put a dance together. He stands close to the mirror, and there's a whole busy room between him and Namjoon's spot against the wall, but he's captivating. He muffles the noise to silence.
He breaks it down, perfecting one piece of the move at a time—how he opens his knee, swivels his hip, throws his weight forward and back with his shoulders. The control he has over his body is mesmerizing, almost superhuman.
Namjoon's mouth is dry. Trying to drink without looking away, he spills a little from the bottle of water down his chin.
Hoseok puts it together, and it's even more incredible to watch him fit together all those parts into one whole, lighting up his form like electricity.
In his imagination, Namjoon gets up and walks over there and sinks to his knees at Hoseok's feet, he opens his mouth, he struggles for breath as Hoseok controls them both. In this crowded room, everyone would stare, would know.
In real life, Namjoon wipes water off his chin with the back of his hand as Hoseok puts on a stage face, smirking at himself in the mirror.