The Odd Doctor Out | A Drama | S. 5

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San damn near had a fucking heart attack when—bright and early in the morning—the Kang, Kim and Park's family household's front door swung open to reveal his boyfriend—with the fluffiest, cutest looking messy brown-blonde hair he'd ever seen in his damn life—wearing nothing but thigh high pale pink wooly socks, and a hoodie he recognised as his own falling to the tops of his thighs...

'Oh, my god,' he breathed, staring at his body, and feeling heat surge through him, despite the bite to the cold air of the beginning days of winter. 'That's it. I'm dead. Deceased. Put me in my grave.'

'Oh hush~' Wooyoung replied though, rolling his eyes at him like as though he were joking as he grabbed hold of his arms and pulled him through the door.

He could help wrapping his arms around his delicate body and feeling the contours of his figure beneath the hoodie... Sliding his hands down down either side of his spine and over his ass, to catch at the swatches of bare skin at his thig—

'Ya,' Wooyoung scolded however, swatting at him. 'Behave.'

He couldn't help it. Promising himself one last time—or at least, promising to sincerely try for it to be the last time—he pounced down and caught his fingers in the top of his fluffy sock, pulling it up a little and letting it snap back against his thigh, listening to the magnificently devastating sound of Wooyoung's squeal bless his ears.

'Ya~a!' Wooyoung cried, before smacking him on the chest. 'Why are your hands so naughty this morning?!'

His heart fluttered at the heart shattering cuteness before him. 'Because you, kitten, are dressed to kill me.' And with that, he swept him up into his arms, feeling the incredible satisfaction of the blonde's laughter wash over him like fairy dust and magic sparkles and any and all other kinds of mystical shit that could have wiped him out cold.

'God, you two just never outgrow the cringe phase, do you?' came a muttered voice though from the kitchen, and both of them looking up, they saw a very sleepy looking Yeosang dragging his feet into the kitchen, yawning as he went straight for the coffee jar.

San felt his chest tighten and his cheeks burn, but to his surprise—though he knew he shouldn't have been—Wooyoung simply poked his tongue out at him.

'Hyung, don't talk to me about boys. I know the devil was here last night.'

He was? was his immediate thought as his eyebrows shot up, looking between the two brothers—Wooyoung still in his arms. He could feel him idly twirling his hair at his nape in his fingers, totally calm, but Yeosang however froze like he didn't know what to say...

Eventually, after turning on the kettle, Yeosang turned around and leant against the bench, looking across the room at them. 'He didn't stay over, if that's what you're hinting at,' he said, rolling his eyes. 'Now, do you both plan on standing there all day?'