𝐏𝐒𝐘𝐂𝐇𝐎 ミ nct

023

ｔｗｅｎｔｙ──ｔｈｒｅｅ

"No,"

Kun groaned, he could've just said that instead of taking the files out of Sihye's hold and pushing her out of the meeting room. Damn, that could break his image as a reliable psychologist in Neo City but that's beside the point. He ruffled his hair in frustration, hastily dropping on the bed as he took his pillow and bury his head on it.

Hansol just chuckled at his lover's behavior the moment he came in the room, placing the hot coffee on the desk as he sat on the chair. "Hey, don't think too much about it."

"Don't?" The chinese threw the pillow somewhere in the room and stared at the ceiling, huffing. "Hansol, my career's on the line and the fact that I didn't answer her will make her think that I'm going to accept her!"

"You can just easily refuse," Hansol shrugged, "Besides, it's your hospital. You're the owner, you're no longer working under Neo City Hospital, it's your money that you used to make this."

He did have a point.

"And what even? You're going to the main hospital for two weeks?" The older asked, handing the chinese the coffee he made as the latter sat up.

Kun hummed in response, "Ms. Kwon just e-mailed me not long ago saying that there is something urgent in the hospital and needed my and the other doctors outside of the main hospital's help. I can't just say no, but I also can't leave the patients in the Irregular Ward."

Hansol sighed, that was pretty fucked up honestly. But why did Kun even gather all twenty two patients in one room in the first place? He doesn't understand and he did ask his lover about it one time, but the chinese just answered that it's a secret that only he knows and he respects his decision. Though that didn't stop him from questioning it again,

"Why even put them together?"

The chinese sighed and took a sip from the coffee, cursing under his breath for not noticing that it was hot and it burns his tongue. "I-I have reasons to put them together, Han. Oh goodness, this is hot– but I still won't tell you why."

"Kun, tell me."

The chinese darted his attention to Hansol who's now looking back at him with serious eyes. "It's not like I'm going to tell anyone."

"Hansol, we've talked about this. I already told you that–"

"It's a secret that only you would know?" Hansol cackled, "You're having a hard time with them, Kun. You canceled a lot of appointments with other hospitals just to look over them, you spend almost all of your supposed to be free time just by working here and taking care of them, why are you doing this exactly!?"

By now, Kun could feel Hansol raging. He kept his lips pursed in a line, awkwardly placing the coffee on the table, afraid that he might say a word that can make the older burst in anger. Hansol is usually a calm person that's acting stupid (he still has common sense though). And for putting the twenty two of them in one room? Kun doesn't exactly know why either.

"Look, I don't want you to overwork which is why I was about to refuse for you to work here, especially when you're the owner and you can just earn money even without working." Hansol managed to calm down eventually after seeing his lover's frozen look.

"But you complained that it's really boring to stay here and just laze around— and now you're starting to overwork yourself. I even added Prof. Yoon to the frame."

Kun blinked as the korean looked down on the floor, not even bothering to look up and meet eyes with the chinese. They shared silence for about a minute or so before Kun pulled the chair closer, taking Hansol aback, and used his hands to cup the older's face.

"I don't know why I put them together, it's just that there's something in me that wanted— no wait, needed for them to be in one room."

Kun used his thumb to caress the older's cheeks, leaning in slowly. "It's like it tells me that they needed someone to help overcome their illnesses. Like Taeyong, I know he wanted someone to be in the same room with him. Doyoung, who is afraid of love but there he is right now— caring and loving about the others, platonically."

"Like Jaemin who's always there for Renjun and Jeno despite his illness," The chinese felt hands on his waist, pulling him closer. "Like Jisung who's there to help Doyoung calm down for a little despite being a patient himself. Like Yukhei playing around with Donghyuck and rarely going on his bipolar self."

Kun leaned in and took a quick peck on Hansol's lips before continuing what he was saying. "Like Ten starting to open up, like Yuta starting to not get angry too much."

"Jaehyun, who took care of Mark back on the rooftop, Yangyang and Hendery stopping Dejun from losing weight, Chenle pressing the emergency button after thinking that Sungchan would kill Shotaro," The chinese stopped to catch a breath, feeling their lips brush as he felt butterflies on his stomach.

"And like Sungchan not killing Shotaro despite being on his hold.."

They closed the remaining gap between them with Kun wrapping his arms around Hansol's neck and the latter's arms on the younger's waist. They shared a slow and soft kiss, keeping back the will to use their tongue as they pulled away for air after a few seconds or so.

"I felt that they needed each other," The chinese smiled as Hansol used his free hand to ruffle his faded blonde hair, "Just like how you were there when I thought I wouldn't get the title of being a professor in Neo City Hospital."

That made Hansol smile and stood up from the chair, sitting on the bed while facing Kun.

"So do you promise me not to overwork yourself?"

The chinese chuckled and shifted his position to face him, "I'm not overworking in the first place,"

"Then that's all I wanted to hear." The older smiled and leaned in to steal a peck from Kun, catching the chinese off guard.

The two started to goof around, completely forgetting about their conversation a while ago as they took the uno cards out – coffee was long forgotten on the table.

Hansol dropped a plus two card as he suddenly thought of their conversation a while ago. "By the way, are you still going to the main hospital?"

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