The Odd Doctor Out | A Drama | S. 5

879 🩺 Just Another Din Dins With The Fam

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Yunho groaned as he sat down at the dinner table, plonking a milk syringe onto the table and his box down onto the empty seat beside him that Mingi had always sat in, and stared helplessly down at the kitten inside it.

'Yunho darling, whatever is the matter?' his mother asked with a frown. 'You appear quite... Troubled...'

Yeah, that was one way to put it.

'What the fuck am I going to do with this thing?' he huffed in total despair.

He was going to be picking Mingi up from the hospital on Sunday, and it was Friday. He'd spent all week after work, and all day today on his day off, ringing and driving to every animal shelter on their side of the country, and he couldn't find one place to take it. 'What the fuck am I going to tell Mingi?' he breathed, thudding his elbows onto the table and putting his head in his hands, grating them back through his hair.

His mother shifted in her seat, arching a little from her spot at the head of the table to look into the box. 'Well, I'm not sure it warrants that kind of language... But if it is indeed dire enough, perhaps calling shelters in Seoul for before you pick up Mingi?'

He groaned. Loud, and long and filled with defeat. He was at his very fucking end. 'I already rang every one I could find, and none will take her, because they're ✨adoption centres✨' He huffed in irritation. 'Some fancy fucking excuse for we don't do strays. Oh, and none open weekends. Because apparently it's a fucking war crime to open literally any shelter in the country on a fucking weekend.'

Anger ripped at him born of just sheer frustration, however when he looked at the animal, he sighed, letting it go. It wasn't the cat's fault.

Though anyone would think it was his fault, judging by the way it was screaming murder at him to be fed. Like he hadn't fed it literally an hour ago.

'Yes yes, I can hear you,' he said, sighing as he picked up the syringe from the table and reaching into the box, pulling out the little kitten. 'I know. I can hear you. Trust me. Everyone can hear you. Everyone knows you're hungry.' He was fairly sure Neil Armstrong had heard it too in 1969.

I need a bigger syringe, he thought as he fought for his life to get a cloth in his lap to catch the drops of milk as the kitten madly tried to get her mouth and paws onto the syringe. Maybe a bottle like Nabi's would better suffice, he wondered though as he managed to halt the frantic thing, get the tip in its mouth, and let it start sucking wildly at the milk like it had never seen a drop in its life.

He sighed, paying his own dinner a glance.

He did not realise however that his parents were staring at him, until he looked up, wondering why they hadn't started their "so would you like to share your day first" spiel.