The Odd Doctor Out | A Drama | S. 2

180 🩺 And So It Starts: The Great Struggle of Yungi

'I wonder what happened with the bar,' San said idly, walking with Yunho down the street. With the sun almost down, the two had planned to catch up, but their usual bar had been shut due to 'repairs.'

'Who knows. Could be literally anything.'

Ding~

Yunho glanced at San who took out his phone to check hid text.

Yunho already knew who it was though, since San's phone only made that sound when one person texted him...

6:56pm
New Message - Min Min
Ya San-ah 🆘
🏳️❌🛑⛔️🚫‼️🙇‍♀️
Can u pretend ur dying please?!?!

San snorted reading the messages, not noticing Yunho glancing at his texts.

Yunho looked away towards the bar they were about to walk into, wondering what on earth would call for Mingi to send San such a weird text.

Giving San his space to text Mingi back or call him or whatever he was going to do, Yunho held the door open for San as they walked inside.

But somehow, completely without even meaning to, the instant Yunho looked up to survey the new bar, his eyes fell upon a small round table with bar stools not far from where they were standing - a table, with Mingi and a stranger sitting at it.

'Hyung... isn't that Mingi?'

Glancing up from his phone log, San glanced to where Yunho was looking, and fair enough, he exhaled in shock. 'Dang. Well that was good timing.' He went to step forward, when he froze for a moment, turning to face him. 'Yun-ah, do you want to order for us? I won't be long...'

'A-ah, yeah... okay...'

Walking to the bar. Yunho could still hear everything going on behind him as he ordered, and as he turned to glance over his shoulder, he saw San stroll right up to them.

'Oh? Min-ah!' he called, catching their attention. Both Mingi and the stranger who seemed somewhat familiar looked genuinely shocked, but the look of pure relief that crossed Mingi's face after the initial shock was intense.

'San-ah,' he exhaled, running a hand through his hair, his silver ring and bracelet glinting in the light.

And as Yunho walked up with their drinks, Mingi's eyes drifted over San's shoulder to him. 'Oh? Yunho... Are you guys getting a drink? I thought you usually went to the Northern?'

San nodded, taking his drink from Yunho and placing it on the table. 'It was closed unfortunately.'

'Uh, guys... you know we were kind of in the middle of something...'

The spiteful voice that sounded like barbed wire interrupted them, and Yunho gave the stranger a long look after he spoke, trying to place where'd he'd seen him before.

But as he tried to recall, he couldn't help but notice how annoyed he looked that San and he had interrupted whatever was going on here. But when he looked at Mingi, Yunho couldn't see any of the same emotion written anywhere on his face. I'm fact, he looked glad that they had appeared...

Yunho didn't even wait for San to speak before he pulled up a stool opposite Mingi, next to the familiar stranger and San.

'Min, you don't mind if we join, right?' San asked, leaving Mingi to welcome him with a relieved expression. Yunho saw San pat his friend on the thigh under the table, nodding ever so slightly.

'Mingi who are these people?' the stranger asked, voice as hard and cold as ice as his eyes drove holes in the side of his head.

But Mingi basically ignored him as he eyed San's glass. 'What are you drinking?' he asked, dipping his pinky in and licking it in a way that Yunho found himself staring at.