The Odd Doctor Out | A Drama | S. 5

817 🩺 Bringing It Back With A New Flavour | PG

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Sitting on a bar stool with a glass of scotch in front of him, Yunho had really, truly been trying to listen to San talk. Every few moments when he caught himself straying off, he forced himself to concentrate again, nodding, but failing to really add anything verbally, for he had very little idea what he was talking about. He knew it was about work. That much he had caught. He also knew parts were about Wooyoung. His lovesick expression gave that away.

At least it didn't seem as negative anymore. Not like he was considering giving it all up...

Pay attention, Yunho.

Jesus Christ, he muttered silently as he scolded himself. Picking up his glass, he took a sip and turned to his friend, nodding as he listened.

'—but it was a waste of time,' San said, irritation lacing his voice. 'I don't know why he cares so much if he's not even interested in doing it right. You know?'

He nodded. 'Right.' He had no idea what he was on about. Something about his boss being a prick? Nothing new then.

He felt San's eyes resting on him for a long moment, and began panicking, wondering what more he should have added to his response. God he was a shitty friend.

However picking up his terrifying looking purple concoction of a drink, San took a sip, licking slightly at the sugary rim of the glass, before putting it back down with a tap. 'What's going on with you?' he asked abruptly, his eyebrows pulling together in scrutiny. 'You're been hazy and checked out all night.'

Fuck. So he knows then. He supposed it was stupid of him to think he wouldn't notice—hell, they'd known one another since primary school.

Looking across at the bottle of scotch on the wall that his glass had been filled twice from, he stared at the golden liquid and allowed his thoughts to float to where they wanted to go...

To the place he'd not been able to stop thinking about, all day at work...

'Mingi really likes sex...'

San laughed in shock, before staring at him deadpan. 'And you're just finding this out now?'

'No... But... He really, really likes sex...'

The amount of sex they'd had in Busan...

Finding out about the actively growing list of fantasies he seemed to have...

The bathtub...

The vibrator......

San sighed, nodding. 'Okay, tell me what he did.'

So far past any form of shame or embarrassment, he shook his head in disbelief at the number of things he had learned about Mingi since they'd become intimate... All the way from the dildo that still resided in one of the moving boxes in Seonghwa's old studio flat, to the way he had admitted to wanting to be fucked even while he was passed out during sex...

'He likes intense things...' he murmured, seeing a catalogue of images floating through his mind on a never ending conveyor belt. 'Lewd, racy things...' Things he never would have thought of in a million years. 'Is that normal?' he asked abruptly, staring up at San in all seriousness. 'Do all people like these things?' He knew people had their own little things they were attracted to, but...