The Odd Doctor Out | A Drama | S. 5

766 🩺 What Did You Expect?

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The moment Yeosang exited the building to his parents' apartment to find Jongho waiting by his car in the dark, his heart soared.

Crossing the distance between them, he threw himself at him, hugging him with all his might and digging his face into his strong, warm chest.

'Uh hi?' Jongho laughed under the abrupt assault, wrapping his arms around him. 'I'm fine, how are you? Can I have a hug? Oh sure, why didn't you ask sooner?'

Smirking against him, he decided to bite into his chest, just to be a little bratty and showcase his distaste in his line of teasing.

And Jongho laughed that magically genuine sound, hugging him softly. 'I'm sorry. How are you, Sang? How was dinner with your family?'

Usually, asked that question, he would have smiled from ear to ear, especially on nights like these where it hadn't just been his parents, but Nabi too, Wooyoung, and even his boyfriend as well.

Tonight however, he cringed.

Grimacing into the night, as he leant back, he couldn't help nearly gagging at the sight of the building beside them. 'Mum scolded me on sex education over the dinner table,' he said, wanting to vomit on the spot.

He saw the way Jongho's eyes widened, staring at him. 'She what?'

Cringing from his very soul, he nodded.

And reaching up, Jongho brushed the pad of his thumb over his neck. 'Was it because of these?' he asked softly.

Pouting down at the ground as though he'd been scolded, which he had, he nodded. His love bites were regretfully much less prominent than they had been earlier that morning, attributed to his brother's weird massaging techniques—something he was shocked and slightly confused by, considering how well Wooyoung seemed to grasp the concept of lymph vessel clearance, of all things—and too long sitting with cold spoons against his neck.

But even still...

'I didn't let Wooyoung touch me with his makeup because he always tries to do more, and I don't like it. But mum thought I was letting you choke me...'

Timidly, he blinked up into those dark eyes...

And saw the way he arched an eyebrow.

'Ya!' he cried, smacking him in the chest. He didn't need to listen to him say in that moment, that he in fact had been letting him do exactly that.

Letting out an airy chuckle, Jongho nodded an apology. 'So what did you learn?' he asked with a distinct amusement to his voice.

'A-ish...' he cussed, threatening to smack him again as his cheeks burned. Sighing heavily, he flashed back to dinner...