The Odd Doctor Out | A Drama | S. 2

199 🩺 He Tried

Leaning against Wooyoung's bedhead reading his textbook, San glanced up as Wooyoung padded into the room, shutting the door behind him.

Raising an eyebrow, San dropped his book, analysing his face. 'Did something happen? Why'd you close the door?'

Wooyoung crawled up onto the bed smelling sweetly of shampoo and soap and clean clothes, and the moment he nuzzled under his arm and into his side, San melted.

'Woo, what's this?' he asked, barely noticing as Wooyoung pulled the textbook from his hands and shoved it aside. Stealing away his attention for himself, San felt his chest explode with affection as Wooyoung nuzzled closer into his side and reached up to press his lips against him.

Instantly, San felt his whole body tingle from head to toe. Like a magnet, he wrapped his arm around Wooyoung's side and used his other to reach up and gently cup his cheek, brushing his thumb over his skin. Kissing him softly and tenderly, San felt dizzy with raw happiness, enough to made him feel like he could float away.

Letting their lips part just by millimetres, Wooyoung hummed against him, nuzzling their noses together and brushing their cheeks a little. 'Thank you for coming to my appointment today,' he said softly, his hands flattening against his chest and rubbing small circles through his shirt.

San gave him a warm smile. 'You don't have to thank me, Woo. Of course I was going to come.'

Wooyoung returned his smile, lifting a hand to trace his cheek. 'I sometimes can't believe you've stuck around this long...'

San rolled his eyes. 'Please. A, who ever said that I was going anywhere? And b, why the hell would I go literally anywhere else when I have everything I've been looking for right in front of me?'

Wooyoung hummed happily, grazing their lips together. 'I hope that never changes, because I think I like you far more than what I feel safe feeling...'

San laughed, brushing his cheek. 'Is that so?'

The prettiest blush crossed Wooyoung's cheeks, and San couldn't help but kiss each side, making sure to get a good look at the way his eyes sparkled as he did.

But he never got his answer to his question. Wooyoung succumbed to his touch, turning his head to catch their lips together in a kiss. Sweetly feeling Wooyoung's bottom lip between his, San listened to the soft contented sounds that escaped into the air between them, until suddenly Wooyoung slipped his tongue between his lips, nudging his mouth open with his own.

Hands slipping around the back of his neck, San felt his heart suddenly thump in his chest, and the moment their tongues gently brushed, San fucking disolved. Butterflies and nerves and flushes and electricity all at once tore through his body, and as he opened his mouth a little wider to kiss him deeper, San felt his stomach twist into a knot that Wooyoung alone would be able to undo.

Lips colliding and tongues dancing together in a way San hadn't really felt since that night in the bathrooms, the same night they had met all those months ago, his heart started thudding in his chest and as Wooyoung suddenly crawled up into his lap, San felt himself give in to him and his soft touch.

Wooyoung cradled his face with his hands and explored his mouth with his tongue, his fingers running through his hair sending shivers down San's spine. It felt somehow different to the other times he'd dragged his fingernails against his scalp... Heat rapidly began to rise between them, San felt his chest rise and fall more exaggeratedly with each ragged breath...

But just when he was starting to think that he needed a cold shower and a sharp across the face to wake up, realisation hit as Wooyoung moaned softly, one hand tugging on his hair...