The Odd Doctor Out | A Drama | S. 5

863 🩺 Dinner With The Devil | PG

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Yeosang was so fucking nervous, but he had committed, and there was no turning back now.

Padding out into the hallway, the living room seemed dark, and he hoped no one was out there, but as he emerged, he saw the golden light under the range hood was on, and his heart slammed in his chest when he saw that his brother was perched on the countertop beside the stove light with a book and a plate of kabana, contently poking the tip of the knife into the small circular slices and eating them straight from the tip.

Oh god, he thought, biting into his lip as he glanced between him, and the door. He'd hoped he was in his room, but Wooyoung was clearly not moving, and there was no other way...

Knock knock...

An unsure sounding knock at the door preceded the both of them looking towards it, and he heard his brother's surprised breath.

'Oh? Hyung,' the blonde said, going to fold over his page. 'Did you hear that?'

Swallowing, he nodded. 'It's okay, stay there,' he said before he could entirely disturb his setup. 'I'll get it... It's... Um...'

'Your man?' Wooyoung asked.

His heart jolted in his chest, because— How'd he know?...

Staring at his brother, he didn't realise he'd been holding his breath until his lungs started burning, but even after he forced them to open up, he felt like he needed to say something... Either to come up with some kind of excuse for why Jongho was at their door, or why he'd invited him over—even though there was no way for his brother to actually know that he'd been the one to ask... He felt like he needed to say something, to make it right...

But standing in silence... Lips parted, ready, but no words coming out...

'Not that I'd complain if he stayed outside and froze,' Wooyoung said, pointing his knife at the door with a slice of kabana on its tip, 'but you should probably get that. Are you going out?' He looked him up and down with his catlike eyes. 'You're going to need another jumper if you are.'

He gulped. 'We're um... Just going to go to my room... He's bringing food...'

He stared intently at his brother, reading every micro-reaction he made, however through it, he didn't seem to react the way he'd expected—which was to say, in shocked horror.

A memory of Wooyoung slapping Jongho across the face resurfaced, and he winced on the impact, but when he shook it off and blinked himself back into the room, he simply saw his brother taking the skewered piece of meat from the tip of the knife with easy precision, leaning back against the tiled backsplash and returning to his book—one that had a man's tattooed neck, stubbled jaw, and lips seductively exhaling smoke across the cover.

'The Devil's freezing to death,' Wooyoung said boredly, not even looking up from the pages.

He had to forcibly stop himself from gawking, pondering the shock that he didn't seem to care... He had to be thinking something, but for the love of god, he couldn't see what it was, and after staring at him for the longest time, he tore his eyes away, going to the door.