The Odd Doctor Out | A Drama | S. 5

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He probably shouldn't have been drinking so heavily on a Monday, but on his fourth glass, feeling his cheeks burning and his chest heating, San downed the last of the purple cocktail before him and let it burn down his throat. Closing his eyes heavily, he put his head in his hands, rubbing his face and then back through his hair as his mind tore itself apart.

Awakening to a blood curdling scream and a near-broken nose...

Shouting at the man he loved sopping wet in the bottom of his shower...

Watching him being suffocated... Some kind of waterboarding to torture him awake...

Seeing him completely gone... So far away...

Hongjoong teaching him how to love him when he wasn't present...

Hearing him say I love you—the first words he'd spoken to him ever since...

Asleep between him and Yeosang...

Yeosang telling him it was okay... Explaining things he didn't understand...

Still feeling guilt eating away at him...

A sleepless night...

Tearing his heart in two as he tried so hard to say something his entire existence went against...

... Trying to say that he deserved better.

And trying to say that he wasn't enough to be the man he needed.

Wooyoung's sobs...

"I don't want your help... I just want your love..."

ᴵ ʲᵘˢᵗ ʷᵃⁿᵗ ʸᵒᵘʳ ˡᵒᵛᵉ...

Feeling his chest tearing apart, he opened his eyes and raised his hand to the bartender. He needed another drink, for he wasn't nearly out of it enough to be able to cope with the notion that maybe, he'd been naive to think he could live happily ever after with the man he had fallen in love with.

However as he heard the stool beside him scrape out, a voice said, 'could he have water instead, please?'

Fuck—the way his heart throbbed...

'Min,' he breathed, turning to his friend, and without hesitation, leaning all the way forward until he collapsed into his chest, giving in entirely.

'It's okay sweetie,' Mingi breathed, smoothing his hands out over his back and gently tussling his fingers through his hair. 'It's alright.'

Fucking hell—Mingi felt like home. Safe and welcoming and he just knew just how to make him feel held and understood. Resting against him, breathing in his scent still infused with the ocean and feeling his gentle touch, he felt like he could finally let go and feel, everything he needed to, for he trusted his friend would never let him fall.

It wasn't until he found it in himself to push up out of his arms to sit on his own again, that he noticed that Mingi wasn't alone, and standing behind him, was a very concerned looking Yunho, with his dark eyes pointed straight at him.