The Odd Doctor Out | A Drama | S. 5

842 🩺 Patience And Kindness Go A Long Way

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He hadn't meant to. He really hadn't.

Yeosang had known he shouldn't text Jongho after the realisation he'd made over their failed dinner, but he couldn't help it, and after an entire day of agonising over how badly he wanted to talk to him, he was sitting in his window seat with a fluttering heart, clutching a phone that held countless brand new messages between them.

He really hadn't meant to.

Just like he hadn't meant to ask if he'd wanted to have dinner together.

And just like, he hadn't meant to have said yes to going back with him to his place to have said dinner, and stay through the night.

It was a bad idea. He knew he needed to stop giving in and doing couple things with him, until they could finally sit down and have the dreaded conversation he was pushing back with all his might, but he couldn't help it... His heart missed him... Wanted him... Needed, him...

'Sang?'

Turning around, through his dark room, he found Seonghwa standing at his door with an orange glow around him from the lights spilling down the hallway—his expressions nearly invisible with the bright halo around him.

'Hwa,' he breathed, turning around entirely, distracted from his thoughts. 'Do you need help with something?' he asked, arching a little to see around the door jam as though he might find Nabi needing something, even though he knew he wouldn't and couldn't see into their room, nor the living room.

Seonghwa however shook his head. 'Mind if I come in?'

He frowned in confusion, but nodded anyway. Setting his phone aside, he made a quick attempt at tidying the other side of his window seat for him to sit in, pushing aside the blankets and sweaters—both his and Wooyoung's—and pillows that kind of come to make it into a nest of sorts. He pulled his legs up to cross as the elder sat down opposite him, looking out the window and smiling at the view of the lights in the dark.

It wasn't like he hadn't already known, but for some reason, he found himself staring for a moment at the sheer gentle, softness of Seonghwa. Maybe it was because he was used to him being the goofy dad under their roof, or sometimes even the flirtatiously silly husband, but he really had to remind himself for a second that Seonghwa was still an individual, and that individual, wasn't always the most brute or uncoordinated human about, as he so often seemed.

Seonghwa let out a gentle breath, blinking one last time out at the world, before his gaze shifted softly to him. 'Are you doing okay?'

He let out a surprised breath, lips falling apart. 'I—... Yes?' he replied. He hadn't expected that sort of question straight off the bat. 'Why?'

'I just thought—... After the other night...'

He wasn't exactly stoked to be reminded of the horrifying moment he realised he still couldn't fully trust Jongho... Despite knowing he'd just chosen to spend the night with him anyway...