The Odd Doctor Out | A Drama | S. 5

795 🩺 Baby Forgive Me

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Standing in the hallway, frozen in place, Yeosang wasn't sure exactly what it was that was making him so nervous to knock. Biting into his lip, he stared at the floor, feeling anxious butterflies in his stomach growing more agitated by the second. They were the kind of butterflies that were mostly guilty butterflies—the feeling you got when you knew you'd done something wrong—and they were staring to make his airway close over...

He quite thought that the worst part was that the guilt...

It wasn't because he knew he'd done something unforgivable...

It was because he just didn't regret it.

And he knew he should have.

Just knock, Yeosang. Standing here another five minutes isn't going to change anything.

Swallowing hard, he nodded. No, more waiting would not do the situation any difference. And so taking a readying breath, he lifted his knuckles to the door...

Hesitated...

Then with a violent spike to his butterflies, he knocked against the door.

At first, nothing...

Is he even home? He cursed himself for not getting his phone to charge in the car on the way.

Knocking the second time was easier than the first.

However he jolted when he heard a groan from inside.

'Ughhh Luna! I said I'm fine! And I'm tired of third wheeling! Go home!'

His heart jerked in his chest at the mention of the girl's name, a kind of sickening wave coming over him. He didn't know what to say to that, and glancing down either side of the hallway, he didn't see her...

And so knocking again, he held his breath...

He heard Jongho huff inside, but also heard him get up anyway, and biting into his lip, he took a step back...

The latches unbolting sounded...

And the moment the door swung open, he could tell Jongho hadn't been expecting him, for he very nearly scolded him straight to his face...

Until, the brunette came to an extremely abrupt halt and froze in place. 'Sang?' he breathed, shock so obviously lacing his voice.

His heart throbbed at the sight of him, so desperate for his touch... He could already smell his scent and feel it dousing every inch of his lungs, and like petrol to a fire, longing ignited within him, burning incredibly bright—all the time they'd spent apart catching up to him, and the full extent of his actions dawning upon him.