The Odd Doctor Out | A Drama | S. 5

917 🩺 A Cheeky Hot Choc

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When the door to the Kang and Kim household swung open and Yeosang stood before him, Jongho couldn't help but let out a surprised laugh as he was suddenly engulfed with a body against his and a cheek digging into his chest.

'Jong,' Yeosang murmured, taking a deep breath and slowly letting it go. His shoulders relaxed, though they still felt tense, and it almost felt like a weight had been lifted from his chest.

He smiled, wrapping his arms around him and pressing a kiss into the top of his head. 'Did you miss me?'

Yeosang shifted to rest his chin against him to look up at his face, and there was that wonderful sassy glint to his eyes he'd missed so much as he replied, 'what sort of question is that?'

He smirked, pressing a little peck into the tip of his nose, and watching in satisfaction as he wrinkled it ticklishly. 'Well, I thought I better check. Just in case.'

Yeosang rolled his eyes. 'Just in case what?' he replied sassily, however it did not stop him from melting back into his chest, smooshing his cheek against him and relaxing entirely.

It warmed him, but as much as he enjoyed it...

When he glanced up and realised Yeosang's Hyung was standing in the kitchen, eyeing them from through the open door, he felt eyes burning into his head as he looked back at the body in his arms. 'Sang, I think Hongjoong might not be very pleased with the cold air getting in...' And not at all the fact that he was present. 'Should we just move outside for a moment...?'

Yeosang suddenly frowned up at him, before rolling his eyes and smacking him. 'You're not a dog. Inside, with me.'

And with that, suddenly, a hand was weaving around his waist and drawing him inside, enough to shut the door behind them.

'Mind the mess,' Yeosang said, glancing at the space in front of the sofa. 'Woo, Hwa and I were having tummy time with Nabi.'

Blinking at the "mess," he didn't see any difference to what it usually looked like, which didn't even align with his definition of the word 'messy.' He was sure his room could top it off right now in its current state, which was a shameful fact, but a fact at that. Yeosang hadn't been over, so there'd been no reason to clean... Or should he say, less of a reason...

His mom was going to kill him if she happened to open his door.

'Come,' Yeosang said, weaving his hand down his arm and lacing their fingers together. 'I was just making hot chocolate.'

He's in a good mood, he thought, feeling his pulse rise a couple beats a minute as he was dragged through the flat towards the kitchen.

Nervously, he sucked in a deep breath as Yeosang let go of his hand, and standing there, when Hongjoong turned around from the sink, he'd never bowed so quickly and so deeply in his life.