The Odd Doctor Out | A Drama | S. 5

885 🩺 All Nighter ft. Surprise Visitor (x 4?)

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Warm morning sunlight floating in onto their bed through sheer white curtains...

Soft bedding half splayed over them, half not...

Skin soft against one another, tired, lulled, sated bodies not quite asleep, yet not quite awake...

Mingi's skin tickled with sensitivity like butterflies layered over every inch of his skin, and laying on his back, one arm outstretched, Yunho was nearly atop him, on his side leaning into his body with his head resting on his shoulder as he scattered slow, hazy, sated pecks across his collarbones, whilst brushing his hand up and down his side.

His own fingers were tangled in Yunho's dark hair as he blinked slowly out at nothing really at all, simply bathing in the contentedness he felt, not even time a concept between them.

His heart fluttered as a more profound sound of puckering lips separated from his chest, and Yunho hummed softly, replacing them closer to his throat. Smiling softly to himself, he sucked in a deep happy breath and mustered up the strength to lift his free arm from the sheets and hug it around Yunho's naked body.

'Yun-ah baby, what are you thinking about?' he asked softly. Curiously.

He didn't reply straight away, and part of him wasn't surprised. He was probably zoned out. Just once, he wished he could experience what it was like to be inside his head. There was just a kind of mesmerisation that shone in Yunho's eyes when he looked at him that seemed not at all possible, and if it were anyone else, he would absolutely have thought it was a dishonest act.

But there was something about the way Yunho was, that he just knew it was real. He'd seen it slowly grow from nothing at all, and for the longest time, he'd worried that one day he'd wake up and that devoted mystical gaze would have disappeared.

Lately though, somehow, he thought he was seeing it growing, still.

It made him wonder just how much further it could go, and whether that one terrifying day would come, where Yunho would discover he no longer felt the same way—that he would stop seeing whatever it was in him, that mystified him so.

'Mmmh,' Yunho half hummed, half moaned, sucking in a deep breath against his throat and squeezing his waist for a moment, before relaxing once more. 'You,' he murmured tiredly.

His heart fluttered with the realisation that he was answering him... That he'd heard him, and hadn't been entirely zoned out after all.

A smile tried hard to creep onto lips that he bit into to contain. 'Mm, I see,' he replied, hearing the tired playfulness to his own voice. 'Do you think about that often?'

Yunho groaned. 'Always.'

He couldn't contain his smile that pinched even at his cheeks as he blinked down at him sprawled across his body like it was his happy place. Other people might have called them clingy. But even if they were, he hoped they'd never stop craving each other's proximity, because he would never get enough of it.