The Odd Doctor Out | A Drama | S. 5

762 🩺 A Bad Influence | M

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Only a far-too-big button down shirt resting upon his shoulders, with his hair incredibly dishevelled and his lips bruised a kissed dusky red, Yeosang sat perched upon the edge of Jongho's bed, giggling as he watched the brunette stressing in front of him.

'Jong-ah baby, it'll be fine. Stop stressing.'

Swinging around to stare at him, Jongho's dark brown eyes latched onto him with an expression upon his face that so clearly read, are you kidding me right now?

But seeing him in only his underwear, agonising over which pants to put on...

He couldn't help the laugh that escaped him.

'Jongho just put a pair of pants on,' he said, sneaking a peek at him in his underwear. 'They're just pants. No one will be looking.'

Except for maybe me...

'They're not just pants,' Jongho complained. 'They're a first impression, and it's important!'

He rolled his eyes at him. 'Second impression. You already had your interview.'

'Which only makes today more important!'

Watching him turn back to dig through his wardrobe, it had him giggling as he laid back down into the brunette's bed, letting the towers of plush quilts and duvets swallow him. Oh how light he felt, as though he were floating on thin air. His heart felt so full, especially as he rolled onto his side and used his hand to smack the blankets down out of the way so he could see the brunette, tearing through his closet for the millionth time that morning.

His skin looked wonderfully golden in the morning light, and his hair perfectly fluffy, and as he shuffled through his hangers, the muscles in his back tugged and pulled in the most mouthwatering of ways, all the way down his spine...

'You know what I think will help you make up your mind on what to wear?' he asked, heartbeat strong within him as he hid away a guilty smirk beneath the fluffy blankets. Only his eyes poking out from atop them, he watched as Jongho turned around with a look on his face desperate for answers.

He should have felt bad for the answer he gave, but he just simply, didn't.

'Coming and getting into bed with me.'

He felt a tad devilish as he pushed back the blankets a little and reached up a hand to slowly unbutton Jongho's white collared shirt, exposing his skin, one button at a time.

But he couldn't help it. He craved seeing the way those cheeks instantly turned red.

'Yeosang I have only just over one hour to get ready.'