The Odd Doctor Out | A Drama | S. 5

774 🩺 Dark Awakening

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Somehow miraculously dressed and sitting lazily on the edge of their hotel bed, Yunho was leaning back on his hands staring through into their brightly lit bathroom, letting his eyes travel as they wanted. Mingi was standing at the vanity, brushing his teeth, and with nothing but a white towel wrapped low around his hips, the light coming in through their floor to ceiling windows was painting his fair skin nearly golden under its rays.

He'd always liked watching Mingi, mainly because it made him feel all warm and content inside. Just to know that Mingi was letting him see him in a personal light no one else got to witness made his heart throb. He'd always enjoyed letting his eyes rest upon his head of soft hair and glinting studs in his ear, or upon his wrist with his bracelet daintily wrapped around it. If he was feeling particularly needy for his attention, his gaze might have slipped to his waist, hands itching to take it within their touch. But if he was naked, he usually glanced away to give him some privacy—not that he thought Mingi seemed to mind.

He'd just never really had a particularly strong urge to look at him naked, unless his waist was somehow involved. He deeply enjoyed looking at it while Mingi was bathed in moonlight, sitting atop his body. He liked seeing the way it moved and arched in all different ways, accentuating and tugging at his navel in a way that always made him want to kiss it. Like that, he could stare at it all day and not mind in the slightest whether he was naked or otherwise.

However whether it was because he was just incredibly needy for his attention, more so than usual, or perhaps something really had shifted inside of him last night, either way, leaning back on the bed, he found himself staring at all of him, not even just because of his waist, feeling a kind of heat thrumming inside of his chest that he wasn't quite used to experiencing, just by looking at him.

Mingi's body was lean and painfully proportionate—his stomach flat and chest strong but not overly so. His bicep flexed as he brushed his teeth, and adorning his smooth glowing skin on the outside of his arm was a soft assortment of dark purple splotches, matching those in varying shades of colour marbled across the rest of his body. They painted him like a canvas—the art that he was—and as Mingi turned slightly to gaze out at the view, he saw them lining the length of his spine, down the side of his waist, over the back of his neck, and travelling down below his towel...

God, he badly wanted that flimsy piece of white fabric to fall the fuck onto the floor. He'd never wanted such a thing in his goddamn life, but jesus—in that moment, there was nothing he wanted more than to trace the line of his spine right to the base with his eyes, and then up from his ankles, up the backs of his legs and over the shape of his ass...

Fuck, what am I even thinking?

He'd never undressed someone with his eyes before, but shit—he found himself doing exactly that as he begged for that fucking towel to fall to the floor. He wanted to see the shadows he'd left upon his skin. Wanted to drink in his body with his gaze, while his fair skin was glowing golden like that...

Maybe if he thought hard enough about it, that stupid bloody tuck in his towel would come undone...

Or maybe if he just fucking got up and walked over, he could drag it off himself, and then tell him to stand right where he was and pretend nothing had happened while he returned to sit on the bed to look at him again... Would that work?...