The Odd Doctor Out | A Drama | S. 2

346 🩺 I'm Uwuing Badly

The Kang and Kim family household's door swung open to reveal Yeosang with a toothbrush stuck in his mouth and a towel over his head.

'Mmm-orning,' the blond murmured through his bubbly mouth, before he took his toothbrush out and had another go. 'Morning,' he said, letting him inside and shutting the door before turning and shouting over his shoulder. 'Woo, your boyfriend is here!'

San laughed softly as a blond head of wet hair and bare shoulders poked out from the hall.

'But I'm not dressed yet!'

Shrugging, Yeosang turned around and headed for the bathroom. 'San, he's all yours.'

Staring at the chaos before him, he was starting to think he'd never get used to being left alone to wander their flat as he liked. Awkwardly making his way across the living room towards Wooyoung's room, he poked his head inside around the door.

'Woo babe, can I come in?'

Looking down at the jumper sitting on the floor in the door jam, he startled as Wooyoung suddenly opened the door a tad, poking his head into view.

'Come in~' he said sweetly.

Being let into his room, it was a tad darker than he'd expected. With the curtains closed and his door almost all the way shut, there was a dim glow that was quite aesthetically pleasing.

But as he sat on the end of his bed and turned to his boyfriend, he almost choked.

'Wooyoung you're too fucking beautiful.' He reached out his arms for his waist, hoping he would walk into his arms.

'Aww Sannie but I'm not dressed yet~' he complained.

San shook his head. 'Come here sweetie you look too beautiful and I need a hug.'

Giggling, Wooyoung nibbled on his fingernails as he shyly made his way over into his arms, blushing. Dressed only in a long sleeved, crop top that showed off his sparkling little navel piercing, and eggplant dark purple knickers with tiny white flowers on them, San had never seen a more incredible man in his life.

He let his eyes drift from the top of his head to the tips of his toes, dragging over every inch of him. He was wearing his mothers necklace, shining between his collarbones, and he had a tiny little silver anklet on, framing his pretty ankles...

'You painted your toenails,' he breathed, staring at the dark blue polish adorning his nails.

Wooyoung nibbled on his lips, resting his hands over his shoulders. 'It's been a while, so I borrowed Joong's polish...'

His cute voice speared him through the heart, and he couldn't take it.

Hoisting him up onto the bed, he bathed in the sound of Wooyoung laughing; surprised as San crawled up after him and began dropping sweet kisses down his thighs and calves.

Kissing the inside of his ankle, he couldn't believe how perfect he looked laying back on his bed with his bare legs bent in all the right places, effortlessly showing off his elegance to its fullest.

'I've never really understood the whole foot fetish thing, but I must say, you have the prettiest feet I have ever seen.'

Wooyoung giggled, nibbling on his fingernails. 'Mm yeah? Would you pay for my feet pics?'

Kissing the soul of his foot and dying as a ticklish little giggle escaped him as well as his toes curling gently, San moaned. 'Oh baby I would be dirt broke.'