The Odd Doctor Out | A Drama | S. 5

894 🩺 He's So Clueless ft. Still Salty | M

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Yunho stood in front of the mirror in the men's room with his finger holding the collar of his shirt aside, staring at the mark Mingi had left on his neck. God, right there with everyone around. Mingi's affinity for public displays never ceased to surprise him, especially when it came out of nowhere, in front of his work.

He's trying to kill me, he finally decided. Mingi wanted to drive him mad, send him into insanity, and then laugh sweetly over his dead body.

That was the only reasoning for what he'd done.

The door to the men's room opened, and when he turned and saw his Sunbae walk in, making eye contact, the man snorted. 'What?' he muttered, not at all stoked to be at work, rather than at home with said conspirator to kill.

Son Ikjun laughed. 'You've been marked, my boy.'

'What does that mean?' he asked flatly.

He watched his Sunbae roll his eyes. 'You're joking, right?'

He blinked at him, saying nothing.

And his Sunbae snorted. 'Your man clearly doesn't want anyone else thinking you're on the market. Perky receptionists inclusive.'

He turned and looked back into the mirror, at the Mingi shaped mark above his collarbone that had felt so fucking good to have bestowed upon him. 'He did that because of her?' Confusion sept over him. 'That makes no sense. At all.'

Ikjun sighed, coming up behind him and patting him on the shoulder. 'You really are hopeless, aren't you? Does anyone ever tell you that?'

All the fucking time.

He glared at him in the mirror. 'Just tell me what I'm missing.'

His Sunbae laughed. 'He was marking his territory, genius,' he said with an amused smirk.

'He's not a dog,' he said flatly, but his senior didn't respond as he went to the urinal, and he didn't expect him to.

Staring at his neck in the mirror, he looked at the mark that was now shades of red and purple like the ones scattered across Mingi's body...

Was Mingi really making her back off? By sucking a love bite into his neck in broad daylight in front of the most reflective glass in the country where she would have most definitely seen?...

He didn't know what the appropriate response was, but the more he thought about the possibility, the more his lips threatened to quirk up. So it wasn't just him that got jealous when people like fucking Underpants Man ogled Mingi without him even seeming to notice.

Good, he thought, until suddenly, like a freight train ramming into him, he thought about the ring tucked into the deepest pocket of his bag and his jaw dropped...

I'm doing the same thing, he realised. Or at least, he desperately wanted to... To claim Mingi as his own, and have him close to him for the rest of his life...

Close to him, and far away from everyone else...

Marking his territory...

Jesus Christ, he realised, and staring at the bruise on his neck, suddenly, he'd never wanted Mingi to be standing in front of him more, than in that moment.