The Odd Doctor Out | A Drama | S. 1

51 🩺 Not Suss At All

Wooyoung took a deep breath before leaving the bathroom. San had already left first, giving him a chance to recover, which was priceless in Wooyoung's eyes.

Having absolutely no idea what just happened, and how it had come to be, it had distracted him for just long enough to forget that he needed to go...

Making his way back, he slipped into his seat next to San, evidently catching his, and Yeosang's attention with the heaviness of his movement.

'Are you okay?' San asked softly, just at the same time that Yeosang leaned forward and said, 'are you right, Woo?'

Wooyoung quickly put on a smile. 'Yup~.' Yeosang's soft concerned expression made Wooyoung's heart ache, and although he didn't want to leave, it just made him more sure that this was what he needed to do.

He felt San's eyes on him, and as he glanced over at the dark haired handsome boy, he was quite shocked at how soft those dark irises seemed for someone who had just made out with him in the bathrooms just a few minutes ago. It was almost as is he was... worried...

'Woo,' Yeosang said again, his voice somehow even more concerned this time.

Wooyoung glanced down at his phone's black screen, and then up around, at Yeosang and Hongjoong and San and their friends...

His heart broke.

'I don't think I'm feeling very well,' he lied through his teeth.

Yeosang immediately stood up, leaned across the table and pressed the back of his hand to his forehead under his fringe. 'You don't have a fever... What are your symptoms?'

Wooyoung brushed him off, unable to meet his eyes. However in his sheepish avoidance, he met San's, and there was genuine care stained in them.

'It's fine, I'm just a bit light headed. I probably drank too much. I think I'll just get a cab home.' He gathered his things, noticing that others were starting to look.

When he met San's gaze, he silently cursed himself. Why did this have to happen now?!

'Phone.'

San's brows suddenly furrowed in confusion. 'Pardon?'

Wooyoung rolled his eyes. Leaning over, he plucked a pen from the centre of the desk with their bill and took San's hand. He then wrote his phone number on the back of it before capping the pen and dropping it back. He gave the boy a coy smile and a wink. 'See you round.'

Sliding out of the booth, he walked around the back of the seats where Hongjoong was and placed a peck on the top of his head. 'I'm going to head home. I'm not feeling too good.'

Hongjoong's eyes widened. 'I'll drive you hom-'

'Nono, stay. Have fun. I'll see you at home.'

And with that, he waved goodbye and hurried out before he was sure they would start to see through his lies. He hated lying to them. He hated it.

Tears threatened to fall.

Fucking hell, Wooyoung. Get your shit together.

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A/N: made itttt. The sunrise was so pretty omg. 🌄 🌅
P.S. don't @ my photography skill set, or lack thereof