The Odd Doctor Out | A Drama | S. 5

812 🩺 Home Alone... | M

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A/N: When I tell you that this scene has been on my mind for years 👀 I can't believe I'm finally writing it...

Me from 2021(?) would never have believed I'd be sitting here all these years later, writing this very scene...

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Snapping his eyes open, Yunho found himself breathing heavily against the shower wall in his family home, chest flushed and head swimming with sultry memories of what had happened to his body in Busan. He had had his eyes opened to the possibilities of sexual gratification, and god had he been naive before he had embarked on their vacation away.

Hot shower water streaming down his back, he couldn't help but notice the way it ran down between his cheeks, and with a stifled breath, he noticed immediately the way it prickled over his hole.

Jesus— Was this what it was supposed to feel like last time I tried? he wondered, feeling his chest heaving. He couldn't quite believe that he was tempted to reach back and touch himself, and see if he could sink his fingers inside again...

He decided, at the very least, he could smooth his hand back over his ass...

However the way his chest was already beginning to tighten and his stomach was beginning to twist... It was enough to deter him. He loved Mingi, but his beautiful boyfriend was fucking insane to be able to go through that so often. He now had an acute understanding of why he was always fainting too, because jesus fuck— He had come so fucking close...

Indeed, it had been the best fucking orgasm of his life, but no, that did not mean he was made for that kind of pleasure. He wasn't nearly as tough as Mingi was. Wasn't made to withstand such fucking monumental shifts in his emotional and physical state.

'Min-ah?' he called out. Initially, he'd hoped that he would come join him in the shower. Honestly, he just wanted a hug, because after spending every single second together in Busan, ever since they had returned home, their time had been spent all over the place—real estates, with their friends, between places, and it didn't matter that they were back under his family's roof. He needed Mingi to stand right in front of him so he could collapse against his body and truly, return home.

He didn't hear any footsteps though, and he remembered he'd left him studying downstairs in the living room, since his parents weren't yet home from work.

Slightly disappointed, he turned off the faucet and stepped out of the shower, grabbing a towel and wrapping it around his waist. He wandered over to the vanity and sifted through their open but not-yet-unpacked bag in search of his razor, and picking up Mingi's toiletry pouch he knew it was inside, he unzipped the little bag to look through.

However he stopped mid-reach, lips parting in surprise, as he spotted a familiar little swatch of colour...

Something purple...