The Odd Doctor Out | A Drama | S. 5

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Tiptoeing through their ensuite, doing a quick evidence clean up, Mingi straightened bottles, tied off the bin bag of condoms, condom wrappers, and empty lube bottles, and then ventured into their room.

Quietly, he gathered all their strayed clothes and dumping them into the laundry basket, straightening the lampshade on his way past, and flicked out the duvet cover to erase the signs of their bodies from moments ago, quickly fetching Mittens and placing her safely back atop her bluey above the covers.

Out in the living room, he could hear Yunho opening the door and failing to keep his parents out, and thinking back to their past days of what had been basically sex marathons across their flat, he gulped when he realised...

Pulling a pair of jeans on, he quickly ducked outside and smiled widely as he met Yunho's parents' gazes—albeit, while making a casual dash past the edge of the kitchen cabinet on his way to snatch up a condom wrapper and pocket it, before smoothing to Yunho's side. 'Eomonim, Abonim~ What a lovely surprise~'

Yunho's hand gravitated to his lower back, and it had him feeling light as a feather as Mr. and Mrs. Jung shook their heads against his formalities. He'd been about to insist however, when suddenly, a bag was deposited into his hands, and he stared down at it in shock. 'What is this?' he breathed, glancing inside, but seeing nothing but containers.

Yunho's mother smiled, looking upon him with eyes that were identical to Yunho's. 'Forgive us darling for intruding,' she began, reaching out and touching her palm to his cheek for a moment and letting her gaze wander over his face—albeit drawing a shocked look from Yunho beside him, eyes wide—before she confused him by touching her hands to his shoulders, and dragged them right the way down, around the bag, to his wrists and even his hands, tracing the movement with her eyes...

'It is just that my son never answers his phone, and we very much had wanted to deliver these to you.'

Oh? He turned to Yunho and arched an eyebrow at him while a kind of amused tinge melted through him, for he could not fathom why on earth Yunho had not been more prudent at checking his phone 👀... Whilst otherwise engaged... In less than pure acts of sin...

Yunho groaned. 'Mother,' he complained. 'Are you kidding me right now? That, is why you're here?'

'Hush, darling. It is tradition to bring food to a new home.'

'And since when has our family been traditional?'

She held her chin high. 'It is never too late to start. Besides. You should always have cooked meals ready for when you need them.'

'And that's the only reason you're here?' Yunho asked sceptically.

'Why of course not,' Mrs. Jung responded. 'Any excuse to see darling Mingi again~'