The Odd Doctor Out | A Drama | S. 5

819 🩺 An Ever Enduring Struggle

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Yeosang couldn't quite bring himself to go home. Work finished for the day, his mind was elsewhere, and while he'd had every intention of going to San's to see his brother, somehow, he ended up parked out the front of Jongho's instead, staring at his steering wheel, but seeing the corridor at the hospital...

Seeing that woman on his Hyung's body, her hands on his chest, and his on her waist and in her hair...

What the hell? he wondered, feeling a gross sensation in his gut that had kept him company ever since. He knew it was a misunderstanding. Obviously. Hongjoong didn't like women. In fact, out of himself, Hongjoong and Wooyoung, despite the fact that his brother liked wearing skirts and lace panties and behaved far more flamboyantly than the both of them combined, Hongjoong probably had to be the gayest of them all.

He seriously wondered how he'd ever slept with that girl back in his first year of uni. Hongjoong was repulsed by even thinking about the act in hindsight.

So what the fuck was he doing alone in a secluded corridor with that witchy looking woman to begin with?

Knock knock knock...

Startling, he jumped a little as his head jerked up to the tapping against his window, however his surprise faded as he laid eyes on Jongho bending down to peer inside with two plastic bags of shopping in his hands, and his handsome smile—half happy, half seemingly concerned.

'How long have you been parked here?' Jongho asked through the closed glass pane.

He bit into his lip, glancing at the clock on the dashboard. 'Umm... A little while?...'

'Do you plan on coming up? Or do you prefer the side of the road instead?'

Feeling a smirk weaving its way onto his lips, he pulled his keys out of the ignition and grabbed his phone, stepping out and going around to him, melting into his chest the moment he was close enough to touch him.

'Mmm~' he hummed, wrapping his arms around his back and smooshing his cheek into his chest. 'I missed you,' he murmured, smiling as Jongho's arms closed around him—the plastic bags bumping against him as he did.

'I missed you too, Sang~' Jongho replied tenderly, pressing a soft kiss into the top of his head. 'How was work?'

He frowned. 'How did you know I was at work?' he asked in surprise. He didn't remember telling him that... Hadn't known he was going to work until he'd been called in not twenty minutes before he started the busiest shift he'd had in a long while. He'd not had time to do much of anything, let alone text Jongho where he was...

At least, until he'd finished finally his shift, seen Hongjoong with that woman, and staggered to his car in shock...

'Sang... Baby...

You're wearing scrubs...'

'Hmm?' He frowned, glancing down...

Only to see that indeed, he was still in his dark green theatre scrubs.