The Odd Doctor Out | A Drama | S. 5

912 🩺 His Safe Place

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A/N: Woah, wild... Someone who's been reading through the earlier seasons voted on a few chapters this morning, and idk why, but I went back and read a few. Around 650 or sth? It was when Yeosang and Jongho had just slept together after Yeosang's meltdown, and it just occurred to me...

There was that one line Yeosang texted about how he'd not been sleeping very well, and he had slept so good that night he'd spent with Jongho...

He'd said, Jongho made him feel safe...

And what do u fucking know, I had absolutely no recollection of that, and here this fucking chapter title is?!

I'm telling u, when I say I don't control this shit, I mean it, lmao.

I'm relieved in a way lol. At least I can still see the characters clearly. I used to worry so much that I was loosing them... Still do...

But damn, fam. Clearly, I've got nothing to worry about 🤡

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Freshly showered, with damp hair, dark lashes, clear skin and pink lips, Yeosang looked fucking beautiful in the evenings, and he looked even better wearing that borrowed sweater. It swam on him, falling down his thighs and off his shoulders, and the dark colour stood out against the pallor of his skin, but in Jongho's opinion, it only made him want to yank him up onto his bed and into his arms more.

Yeosang was standing with his back mostly to him, attempting to see into the mirror on the wall, fiddling with the shirt, and in total amusement, he watched, wondering whether he was trying to "fix it" by making it look less adorable.

He wasn't a particularly big fan of that idea, and he wasn't sure anyone could blame him as he decided to shuffle to the edge of the mattress, reach out, and catch hold of his wrist, turning him to him and interrupting his determined process.

'You look cute with dark hair,' he said, eyes down on the way he began rolling the cuffs of the sleeves up enough to free his hands.

He did however glance up to catch the way he looked rather surprised by his comment, reaching up with his free hand to ruffle his freshly cut hair. Only the tips remained lighter, nearly all of the faded strawberry blonde having been cut off. However it made him look cute. Especially the way his fringe was all short and cute, flopping down over his forehead.

'I was thinking about going purple, so Woo is determined to send me blonde again this Friday,' he said, feeling a dull ache in his chest. His voice sounded fragile, just as he looked, almost as though if he thought too much about it, he might spiral...

He didn't want to bring it up if he didn't want to talk about it, and so instead, folding his cuff up one last time, he gave him back his hand and leant back on his own, gazing up at his hair. 'I kind of like it dark. It's cute.'