The Odd Doctor Out | A Drama | S. 5

954 🩺 Just Nighttime Shenanigans | PG16+

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"The grooms-to-be cannot sleep in the same tent!" Wooyoung had cried, steering them apart. "You're not married yet!"

"... We are married though."

Seonghwa had chuckled at the look his husband had given Wooyoung, highly amused. He'd suspected the blonde would insist they sleep apart.

But now that he was laying on his side in one tent, with Hongjoong in the other, he couldn't help thinking about the soft goodnight kiss he'd given him, hugging under the stars, before parting ways like teenager crushes being made to sleep indifferent rooms.

Hongjoong...

God, he loved that man. That fascinating, incredible man.

All day, he couldn't quite wipe the memory from his head—the one years ago where they'd sat at the bar the very first time they'd gotten to know one another—where they'd told of their teenage years, doing ridiculous, and even illegal things they would never forget.

He'd never doubted Hongjoong's stories.

But seeing him today...

He thought he'd been introduced to the version of his husband from before they'd met. He'd been blessed with a glimpse of the carefree, daring, spirited man he'd been before life had mostly beat the fun out of him—as it tended to do for everyone—and he fucking loved what he'd seen. Had he known Hongjoong back then, he wouldn't have been able to get a wink of sleep until he'd satisfied every single thought in his head that consisted of Hongjoong, and making him his.

He already knew that every single one of his exes would have been fucking nothing in the face of Kim Hongjoong. They hadn't affected him the way his husband did. They hadn't moved him...

Hadn't awed him, the way Hongjoong did...

'Thinking about your husband's hands wrapped around those models' cocks, are you?' San snorted.

He rolled his head on his shoulders to look at his friend, but while he'd intended on glaring, the image of Hongjoong and his golden little paint-gloves curling around those men's cocks flashed into the forefront of his mind, and he absolutely didn't mean to lick his lips.

San laughed.

And he sighed, accepting his fate. 'It was kind of hot, I won't lie.'

''What was hot?' came a third curious voice—Mingi, unzipping their tent as he finally decided to grace them with his presence.

'Jesus, Min, have you and Yunho been hugging and being all lovey-dovey this entire time?' San groaned.

Mingi's cheeks blushed as he crawled over to his sleeping bag, sitting down in it and then slowly peeling off his layers of scarfs. 'No... Okay, maybe...'