The Odd Doctor Out | A Drama | S. 5

877 🩺 Late

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A/N: I think I'm allergic to group scenes. I get confused where people are and who is present and who isn't, so I always have to make fking seating plans. Kmn. ☠️

Jongho finished work late.

Not on purpose. But by the time he'd managed to get through entering all the patient information from the day and fighting with the scanner in the printer to scan in all the files to go with, it was already dark. He felt bad too, considering Yunho's mother—i.e., his boss—had stayed late and helped him to finish it all.

He didn't think she'd done it to be nice. Her and Dr. Jung just hadn't been able to leave until he had finished, so they could lock up behind him.

Suffice it to say, it hadn't been a fantastic day. It hadn't even been a relatively good day. He'd been hoping like hell Yunho would turn up, as he had been most days that week, so he'd be able to ask him for help. But he hadn't, and alas, he'd ridiculed himself as useless in front of his employers, and ended up being the reason they'd all gotten out in the cold, dark.

Oh, and he was also late for a dinner.

Trying not to drag his feet along the pavement, by the time he got to the restaurant, he was two hours later than he should have been, and peering inside, as a guy in an apron asked whether he wanted a table for one, when he spotted a group of nightmare-ish, bickering people, he pointed to them and made his way over.

Guilt ripped through him, as he found the only seat left, was beside a head of strawberry blonde-brown hair...

Yeosang—someone who looked up in surprise, noticing him behind him.

'I am so sorry,' he blurted out, feeling his cheeks heating. Running his eyes over him, he saw he was still in his scrubs—a hoodie tucked over the dark green—and the guilt set in even harder. 'You even came from work... Sang I'm so sorry...'

Yeosang however seemed not to mind, reaching back and taking his hands, drawing him into his seat and leaning towards him...

Leaning over, for a soft, tender peck.

'Sang,' he murmured apologetically against him...

Yeosang however hummed softly, before bumping his forehead against his tenderly. 'It's okay~ Did you get your work done?'

He could have cried. 'I think my bosses hate me.'

Yeosang rolled his eyes. 'If Yunho's personality is anything to go off of, I'm sure they barely even noticed.'

He wasn't so sure. How could they not notice going home an hour and a half later than usual?...

'It's okay, baby,' Yeosang whispered, and not a moment later, suddenly he was met with a piece of fried chicken coming at him in a pair of chopsticks, Yeosang's eyes glittering beyond it.