The Odd Doctor Out | A Drama | S. 5

872 🩺 His Little Kitten

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It had been two days since San had heard from Wooyoung.

He knew him well enough to know now that that meant he was going through hard times, and with the cold weather, came the time of year again when his family's death anniversaries rolled around.

He wanted to give him space to grieve, but also didn't want him to be alone—not that he thought his brothers would ever desert him in his time of need.

Alas, he wanted to be with him as well as give him space, for Wooyoung seemed to need it sometimes, despite being desperately reliant on people...

As the second day away from him came to a close though without word, he'd decided to visit. He could always be told to leave if it was still too soon.

He'd caught the bus over and knocked on their door, however there had been no one home, and after waiting around and being forced to accept no one was coming home any time soon, he'd left a note for him on the back of scrap receipt in his back pocket, before heading back home in the dark.

A couple of hours later, he'd gotten a call from Seonghwa.

And that was how he had ended up at Wooyoung's parents' door at nine o'clock at night, nervous as he readied himself to knock. For Wooyoung, he thought, determined. He still felt nervous around his parents, as lovely as they were, simply because he wanted them to like him.

He took a deep breath.

Knock knock knock...

Fuck... I hope that was loud enough... He didn't want to have to knock a second ti—

Suddenly, the door swung open, and he was met with a very messy head of brown-strawberry blonde hair—Yeosang—in sweats and a too-big hoodie...

'Oh thank fuck you're here,' Yeosang breathed immediately upon seeing him, suddenly reaching out and grabbing his arm, dragging him inside.

Jerked forward and eyes wide, he stared around the low-lit apartment. 'Why thank fuck...?' he murmured nervously.

Yeosang let go of his hand, abruptly halting for a moment and turning to him. 'Woo's had a rough couple of nights.'

He blinked, trying to read between the lines. 'I'd kind of figured...' he murmured, before he bit into his lips. 'Is he okay?' he asked, worried.

Yeosang nodded, but it was the kind of nod he associated with the version of him that was well acquainted with his brother's troubles—his definition of 'doing well' different to his—and it only worried him more.

'He's okay,' Yeosang replied, though it didn't leave him with the greatest sense of relief, for he sensed a but...

Yeosang let out a breath, glancing over his shoulder towards the dark rooms he assumed Wooyoung was in. 'He was quite hyperactive for a while, and he crashed pretty bad,' he said quietly.

His heart throbbed, and immediately, he thought back to when he had stopped talking altogether... Had stopped functioning, altogether... 'Is he talking?' he whispered, a kind of throbbing fear beginning to bite at his ankles.