The Odd Doctor Out | A Drama | S. 5

901 🩺 A Sudden Proposition

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Stretching out, arching under the sheets, Wooyoung moaned softly in content as he let the shared warmth of his and San's bodies melt through his skin. He didn't want to get out of bed. He knew he had things to do. He had to do his therapy homework, his photography degree's homework, his self inflicted homework on hypnotherapy, and maybe even a little homework on his own body, since spending the night with San had put him in the mood...

However nibbling on his lip, as he gazed out from the sheets, he watched contently as San pulled his work dance studio's hoodie over his shirt and ruffled his hair.

'Kitten, you know you can't stay in bed forever?'

'Why not?~' he replied sweetly, rolling onto his side, propping himself up on his elbow and resting his head on his hand. 'I'm quite comfortable~'

San smirked, laughing airily. 'I can see that. I do have to go to work soon though.'

He pouted. 'And I can't wait here until you get back? I'll keep the bed warm for you~' he teased, blowing him a kiss.

San pretended like it had stabbed him through the heart, and collapsed down onto the bed, before crawling up and "dying," with his cheek on his chest. 'That sounds nice,' he murmured against him.

He giggled, threading his fingers through his hair and collapsing back into the sheets off his elbow. 'Maybe... I could stay more often then... Could stay, with you...' His voice nearly broke with how tenderly he felt he was treading... Gentle... Wistful...

But also kind of... Fragile?

Perhaps it was the way his tone had sounded, or maybe it was the way he felt his body's total relaxation mist with something else... Perhaps anxiety?... Or even vulnerability... But San lifted up, propped on his elbow beside him as he blinked down at him. 'Woo... Did you just—' Abruptly, he cut himself off, shaking his head and immediately calming, reaching up to brush his cheeks. 'Sorry kitten, ignore that,' he said warmly, lips parting softly as he gazed so fondly at him.

But maybe it was the look in his eye, but... 'I did...' he whispered... Reaching up, he trailed his fingertips over San's work jumper and nibbled on his lip vulnerably. 'I've been staying here with you a lot lately...'

San's lungs seemed to totally collapse, letting out a huge rush of air, and suddenly, his eyes were so cavernous he could not look away. 'Woo, kitten, I need you to be really clear right now,' he said, voice nearly cracking in all seriousness. 'Because I don't want to get the wrong idea...'

He hadn't planned on it. He hadn't even thought much about it. But seeing San in such a domestic light... Getting to wake up next to him nearly every morning the past weeks, getting to make breakfast together, sleep in together, and not sleep in together...

He couldn't manage to tear his gaze away from those deep, focussed irises, but he ran his fingertips over the logo of his dance studio, and felt his heart tugging. He never thought he'd ever feel it in his life, but right then, he thought he was tasting what it was that he saw between his Hyung and Seonghwa...