The Odd Doctor Out | A Drama | S. 2

344 🩺 Sleep Deprived, Forbidden Cuddles

Yunho didn't know how long they'd been sitting for, but as Mingi's breath slowly began to change, he recognised it immediately as him drifting soundly off to sleep.

Very gently, he reached out and pressed the mute button on his laptop, trying not to move and disturb the blessed thing. With Mingi's head resting ridiculously comfortably against his chest, he slotted so perfectly into his side that it felt like he was dreaming.

Intoxicated by his scent having infiltrated every single part of him, he couldn't worry... Not about the fact that he was cuddling with a boy, and not that he had abandoned home after an argument, leaving his parents with not a clue where he was, or whether he was okay.

His anger had diminished from the dinner, watered down by time. And left with only soft, gentle emotions flowing through Mingi's skin into his, he felt bad for having snapped at them.

Watching the scenes play out silently on screen, the particularly risqué exchange that had been incredibly awkward to watch before, had less of an effect upon him. Instead, he just stared idly, seeing the less than savoury acts on screen, but not thinking about them at all.

In his mind, he already knew he would have to apologise to his parents in the coming hours for leaving with no word. He hadn't meant to come to Mingi, but now that he was here, he couldn't tear himself away. He would have to at some point, brave separating himself from this warm, gentle, soft, sleepy person, and go home... apologise, get his things and go to work a shift he already knew he would have trouble focussing through.

But as hard as each of those things sounded to him, he thought the hardest would be getting himself to leave.

I am so attached to him... Addicted, almost... Dependent...

He's so warm... and his skin is so soft... Is my skin like that?

He poked his own wrist...

No. It's not... Only Min's is that soft...

How is he so peaceful, sleeping there like that? How is he- Oh! my GOD...

Yunho suddenly freaked out as abruptly, Mingi took a deep breath and stretched his legs out a little, letting them slip down his. He slid down the bed a little, meaning his head was suddenly on his chest, rather than atop his shoulder, and if Yunho looked down, his lips would brush the top of his head...

Mingi's hands moved too. The one tucked in beside him curled up between them, resting high up on his side - high enough for his fingers to brush his own cheek... And his other arm wrapped low across his waist, letting his hand rest on his side.

Encompassed. That was what Yunho felt. Encompassed, and surrounded...

Holy fucking shit... Breathe, Yunho, he told himself as his heart leapt up into his throat, defying the laws of anatomy.

'Mmmh~' Mingi suddenly hummed against him, nuzzling slightly into his chest, before licking his lips and resting back, letting his breathing return to normal.

Holding his breath, Yunho's eyes were wide as he glanced down at him, not yet willing to brave moving his head. He was suddenly incredibly hot from his nerves, and would have easily stripped off the blankets if not for Mingi, who would freeze.

He just looked so content...

He was scared that even reaching out and closing the lid of his laptop would wake him.

And so giving in, he sighed. Slowly letting out his breath, he eased into his touch, leaving the saucy scenes to play out silently, and the boy to sleep soundly against him. He let his eyes flutter shut, drowned by the new feeling of sitting in a boy's bed at almost three am, and didn't even bother to think about what the hell it meant.

Instead, he chose to just accept that he wanted to be there in that moment, and that no matter what the fuck that meant for his mental and/or emotional state, he would just have to deal with it later.

And so with his newfound lack of fucks-to-give, he rested his head back against the headboard and breathed in Mingi's scent that lined every single object in their dorm, deep into his lungs. Letting sleep come, he hoped to god he would lull into a ridiculously relaxed state beside him and not wake at his usual time.

And as he felt himself dozing off, he felt the way he naturally pulled Mingi closer. He felt the way they slipped down the bed a little and how Mingi's chest somehow ended up just about pressed to his on top of him... He felt the way Mingi's top leg slipped over his as he laid on his hip, and how it draped over him, letting his thigh rest between his legs... He felt the way his own cheek pressed into the top of Mingi's forehead and soft head of hair, and the way Mingi's cheek pressed just below the crook of his neck...

But most of all, he felt the way his arms wrapped around him and held him in a way that felt intrinsically right. This, was what he was sure of. Half asleep, sleep deprived, feel-good emotions. Stealing each other's warmth, and sharing it once anew. Forbidden cuddles two hours before he needed to wake up for work.This, was it.

And god, was it the best two hours of sleep he'd ever had.

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