The Odd Doctor Out | A Drama | S. 5

883 🩺 I Still Think You're The Devil

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Yeosang still felt slightly awkward having a boy over, but the benefits far outweighed the uncomfortable feeling he hoarded inside just from getting Jongho from the front door, into his room.

It was afternoon, going on sundown, and sitting together in his window seat, wrapped up in his strong arms, Yeosang curled and uncurled his toes contently as he stared out at his bed though his mostly dark room. They'd still not been in it yet, but while a part of him wanted badly to feel what it might be like to curl up in it with him, the other part of him was still not quite on board... It wanted to. It really did. And as he'd dragged Jongho into his room in a hurry, not wanting eyes prying, he'd nearly been tempted to sit with him on the edge of his mattress...

They'd ended up in his window seat though—not that he supposed it mattered. Even though kind of, it felt like it should have...

They'd talked quietly for hours, but after a nap, sitting in the last of the afternoon sun, the sound of the streetlight outside his window flicking on had awoken him, and ever since, he'd stared out at his bed...

He wasn't sure how long he'd sat there, feeling Jongho's arms around his stomach and his sturdy chest against his back, when he finally felt him take a far deeper breath and move a little, waking.

He heard Jongho's hair tousling as he lifted his head from the window, leaning it forward to catch a glimpse of his face.

'Mm, you're awake?' Jongho asked with that wonderfully deep, groggy voice.

He smiled as his skin erupted with happy goosebumps. 'Mm~' His heart throbbed when he felt the arms around him pull in closer, melding their bodies together. He loved the feeling of his intense warmth radiating through his body, even more than the blanket over them could provide, and only the small kisses scattered over the side of his neck could compete...

He giggled ticklishly and squirmed as Jongho's lips tickled the shell of his ear and over his nape, however just as he'd been about to playfully smack him and tell him off for teasing him...

'Knock knock.'

A startled jolt ripped through him as a voice sounded from their ajar doorway, and when he looked up and saw Hongjoong...

He gulped, suddenly incredibly conscious of what the both of them might have looked like...

Swallowing, Hongjoong shifted on his feet, eyes looking over them for a long moment, before he let out a heavy breath and ran a hand back through his hair. 'Wooyoung cooked dinner. If you want some.'

A small breath of air escaped him as he stared up at his Hyung... 'Oh...' he replied quietly, nodding. He felt his cheeks starting to heat a little. He glanced over his shoulder at Jongho, which gave him absolutely no indication of what his thoughts were on that, before looking back out at Hongjoong. 'I guess we could bring some to eat here...' he'd have to repay his brother back later by—