The Odd Doctor Out | A Drama | S. 2

293 🩺 Now I'm Craving Stew - But I Hate Washing Up Pots

'Ya, you need to put the onions in first,' Wooyoung gasped as Yeosang scraped the meat off of the chopping board and into the pot.

'Since when did mom ever do the onions first?' he replied, rolling his eyes.

But Wooyoung insisted, putting down the knife he was cutting tomatoes with. 'Since always. Did you ever pay attention when she was in the kitchen?'

Yeosang rolled his eyes again, shrugging him off. 'I think you're going senile.'

'At twenty-four? Unlikely.'

Suddenly, a knock at the door interrupted the two, and within a split second, Wooyoung forgot all about the order of the cooking.

Yeosang chuckled. 'Well go on. You're basically levitating with anticipation.'

Wooyoung spared him one apologetic glare before he took off to answer the door.

'Sannieee~!'

Leaning against the bench, Yeosang watched as before the door even had the chance to fully open, Wooyoung threw himself into the arms of someone Yeosang couldn't yet see, but knew could only be San.

Two moments later, the two shuffled back into the unit - still hugging - as Mingi shooed them inside. 'These two are unstoppable,' Mingi said as he locked the door behind him. Looking up, he smiled at Yeosang. 'Smells good, want help?'

Yeosang laughed. 'Yes, because god knows I can't have those two in the kitchen.' He watched in amusement as San suddenly tried his best to separate himself from Wooyoung and nod politely.

Yeosang rolled his eyes. 'New rule, San. If you ever treat me superiorly in my own home again - or anywhere else to be honest, I will be mad at you.'

San's eyes widened, and Yeosang couldn't help but giggle at the abrupt confusion in his face as he suddenly didn't know how to act.

Mingi rolled his eyes as he pushed his sleeves up and made his way into the kitchen to wash his hands. 'He's particularly concerned today,' he said as he washed his hands.

Yeosang turned around, flipping the meat in the pot and making sure it wasn't burning to the bottom. 'What's the panic for this time?'

Drying his hands, he picked up the knife on the table and started finishing cutting the tomatoes. 'I think he wants to bribe you into letting Wooyoung stay over for a while after he graduates.'

Yeosang snorted. 'Please. I'll pay San to take him. How long does he want him for? A week? Two? Tell him he can have him for a month.'

Mingi laughed, and as he shuffled up beside Yeosang to glance in the pot at the meat, he gave him a soft nudge in the side as he giggled. Returning back to his own task though, he called over his shoulder. 'You hear that San?'

And turning around, Yeosang couldn't help but laugh as he saw San's and Wooyoung's puppy dog eyes. 'You two know you're grown men and can do what you want, right?' Yeosang said, rolling his eyes.

Wooyoung pouted strongly, shimmying his shoulders a little. 'Aww but Sangie~e~e~'

He rolled his eyes. 'Woo hun, your argument has a hole in it. Mainly because I don't know what you're arguing for.' He gave him a wink and a small smile as his heart melted.

Turning back to cook, he caught the small amused smile Mingi was giving him. 'What?' he asked, feeling his cheeks flush...

Mingi cooed. 'You guys are cute.' Finishing dicing the tomatoes, he put down the knife and turned to face him. 'What shall I do now, chef?'