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Jongho finally took off the lead gown and sighed in relief when it rested on the hanger and no longer on his body. He was obviously more than strong enough, and the lead gown didn’t weigh that much, but he’d been wearing it for nine hours and forty-seven minutes straight and he was tired and hungry and thirsty and really had to pee.
So. He’d pick up a water bottle in the kitchen, then go to the toilet, then get a sandwich at the small kiosk near the hospital entrance, and then he’d see about getting to go home. His shift was already over, technically, but none of his superiors ever seemed to really care about that.
The kitchen was empty, everyone else already having gone home, the lucky bastards. But Jongho couldn’t actually be angry, it wasn’t their fault.
Luckily the changing room was just as empty when Jongho entered, so he could go to the toilet right away.
When he left the bathroom and returned to the main area of the changing room to change out of his sweaty scrubs he wasn’t alone anymore.
There was someone else there, changing, a doctor Jongho had seen before but not met properly.
“Hello,” the other man greeted with a soft smile. He was halfway through putting trousers on, so it might strike other people as odd, but Jongho was long since used to meeting people in changing rooms.
“Hey, nice to meet you. My name is Choi Jongho, I’ve recently joined the vascular surgeons.” Jongho peeled his tunic off and threw it in the laundry bag.
“Welcome to the hospital, Jongho. I’m Seo Eunkwang, one of the gynaecologists. Surgery that ran late?”
Jongho nodded empathically. “Very late. You too?”
“Nah.” Eunkwang had finished dressing and was now smoothing his hair. “We just delivered a baby, little one refused to be born vaginally, and you don’t get to choose when you do that.”
“Ah.” Jongho nodded. “That’s a great reason to do a surgery so late.”
“It is.” Eunkwang turned to a finally dressed Jongho and smiled brightly. “The paediatrician obviously took the baby, but if you want to you can stop by and look at the little one.”
“I’d love to.” And that was actually true. Jongho’s day hadn’t been the best, maybe seeing a cute little baby would cheer him up.
“Well, come on.” Eunkwang sent him an encouraging smile and held the door open.
After this first meeting Jongho seemed to run into Eunkwang everywhere, even though they didn’t even work with the same patients for the most part. It was nice. Eunkwang always had a smile ready and invited Jongho to come look at the babies, which was a surprisingly good stress reliever. It all just melted away when he saw those little faces, sometimes a little squished up right after birth. They were adorable. Jongho had no plans to have his own children, even with ways to work around his refusal to actually father one the old-fashioned way, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t find them adorable.
He also learned a lot about babies from Eunkwang, even though Eunkwang was a gynaecologist and not a paediatrician. Eunkwang always said he had absorbed the knowledge by osmosis from the paediatricians, especially his friend, Kim Seokjin, since they often worked alongside each other, even though one focused on the newborn and the other on the birthing parent.
“So.” Han Jisung, one of the nurses on the surgical assistance team, grabbed a water bottle from the stack next to Jongho. “I have heard that you have spent a lot of time with Seo Eunkwang.”
Jongho startled. He had been completely lost in his thoughts and hadn’t even realised that someone had come this close to him. That had to be at least partially because he was exhausted after ten shifts in a row without a free day in between.
“Oh. Uhm. Yeah, I guess I do. He’s very nice.”
“And so are you! You two are very cute together.”
What the-
Before Jongho could ask if he had understood Jisung’s implications correctly, Jisung’s name was called and Jisung finished the bottle, chucked it at the recycling bin, and left. It hadn’t landed in the bin.
Jongho felt a bit like a robot as he bent down to pick up Jisung’s discarded bottle and threw it actually into the bin together with his own. Had Jisung really meant that he thought Jongho and Eunkwang would be a cute couple or had he just been talking about their friendship? Because of course friends could be cute together as well, Seungmin and Yeosang were a good example for that.
Being friends with Eunkwang was great. Jongho loved being Eunkwang’s friend. But would he mind a relationship with him? Like, a romantic relationship, they had a platonic one right now.
No. No, he wouldn’t mind. It would probably be really nice actually. Apart from… well. People in romantic relationships usually slept with each other, and that was not going to happen. So it was probably for the best if Jongho kept their relationship platonic.
Yes. He’d keep it platonic. He’d be Eunkwang’s friend, and that would be great.
He felt like he had made the decision at just the right time, because only a day later, since Jongho still hadn’t gotten any time off, Eunkwang asked him if he wanted to meet up outside the hospital.
Jongho, who had been in the process of raising his coffee to his mouth to take a sip (or twenty, he was tired), almost dropped the cup. “Huh?”
Eunkwang shrugged, stirring his own cup of coffee. They had run into each other at the little café that belonged to the hospital, having their lunch break at the same time by chance. “I just thought it could be nice.”
Jongho stared at Eunkwang. He’d gotten quite good at reading his face over the past few weeks. Eunkwang looked nervous, even though he was doing a decent job trying to hide it. That made Jongho wonder why. Yes, spending time together without having to run into different directions just minutes, sometimes even seconds, later, would be nice. But it felt like that wasn’t all Eunkwang was talking about.
“It would be nice, yeah.” Jongho was really at a loss what to say.
Eunkwang looked up, a hopeful expression on his face. “So is that a yes?”
“I suppose?” Jongho finally drank some of his coffee and of course promptly burned his tongue.
“You don’t sound so sure.”
Jongho fanned air into his mouth to soothe his tongue, not that that really did much. “No, no, not what I meant. Yes, let’s meet up.”
Eunkwang smiled brightly. “Awesome. So how about we exchange numbers? It’s about time anyway, and I have to get back upstairs, one of my patients was dilated eight centimetres when I went to get coffee, so I can’t stay too long.”
“Yeah, sure.” Jongho dug his phone out of the wild chaos of pens, scissors, gloves, a random half-empty roll of bandage, a notebook, a pocket book about uncommon vascular diseases, and three different rolls of the same kind of plaster in his pocket. He should really get that organised.
He kept his pager and his dosimeter in his breast pocket for easy access, but the rest was… a mess. The other pocket didn’t look much better, full of keys and patient ID stickers he didn’t even realise he had taken and luckily still packaged venal cannulas and disinfectant spray.
“Here you go.” He unlocked his phone, opened the contacts, and handed it over. Eunkwang’s was already in the table in front of him, ready for Jongho to enter his number. Eunkwang probably had perfectly organised pockets.
“Awesome,” Eunkwang said as they switched their phones back. He pocketed his own and knocked his coffee back in one big swallow. “Either I’ll text you, or you’ll text me, depending on who gets to actually go home first.”
Eunkwang’s grin was slightly sardonic, with the hint of a joke hidden in there somewhere.
“Since your patient is already dilated eight centimetres, you’ll probably be first.”
Eunkwang pulled a face. “If she was the only one, yeah. Like, she’s far along and it’s her third birth, that’ll be quick. But we have another patient in the other delivery room. Their water only just broke after about three hours of labour, and it’s their first birth. That’s gonna take a few hours still.”
Jongho hummed. “Good luck then.”
Eunkwang smiled a real smile this time. “Thanks. Good luck with that thromboendarterectomy today.”
Jongho rolled his eyes. “Go! Deliver babies.”
Eunkwang saluted and left.
Jongho glanced at the clock and sighed. He had to get back. His coffee was a bit cooler now, but his tongue was still burned from earlier so it was still too hot, but he downed it anyway, stuffed the rest of his sandwich into his mouth, and got back to work.
When his shift finally finished it was already dark outside. Jongho immediately checked his phone, but there was no message from Eunkwang. So maybe he was actually still delivering a baby. The next shift had surely already arrived, but Eunkwang was the type to stay and help if it was necessary.
So Jongho should probably message Eunkwang. But he didn’t really know what to say, so he chose to put it off until he got home. Maybe he’d have an idea on the way home.
His strategy worked out, but not in the way he had expected. Once he had arrived at home, taken his shoes and jacket off and taken a quick shower he saw a message on his phone. From Eunkwang.
Eunkwang: hey there! all babies are finally delivered and i got to go home! yay!
Jongho felt a smile spreading on his face. But there was nobody around, so he didn’t bother hiding it or pretending it was for some other reason.
Jongho: Oh hi! I was about to message you
A small lie. But oh well. And he had meant to message Eunkwang, just… not yet. Not because he didn’t want to, but because he didn’t know what to say.
Eunkwang: well, looks like i beat you to it!
Eunkwang: how about we meet on Thursday? idk when your days off are, but that’s when i’d be free
Jongho switched from the messenger to his calendar app. Thursday, Thursday… yes, he’d be off starting Wednesday until Saturday, so Thursday worked well.
Jongho: Thursday works!
They kept talking over text for a while longer and that night Jongho went to bed with a smile on his face.
The smile held on a while longer, about halfway through his next workday, which was a bit of a miracle. Even Hyunwoo, one of the senior physicians, noticed.
“You look very happy today.” Hyunwoo was looking at Jongho over his clipboard, with a small smile on his own face.
“I am, kind of.” Jongho focused on finishing the documentation of a patient’s medication before he responded to his superior properly. “I don’t actually know why, I just am. I woke up today in a good mood, and it has stuck around.”
“Well…” Taehyung, another doctor, smirked and abandoned his own work in favour of gossip. “Does it have something to do with a certain gynaecologist?”
Jongho startled. Was that the reason for his good mood? Like, he knew that he liked Eunkwang a lot, and that spending time with Eunkwang made him happy, but did that really have such an influence on his mood?
“No answer is also an answer in this case, I think.” Taehyung wiggled his eyebrows and Jongho was tempted to throw a pen at him, or one of the billions of plaster rolls that always seemed to just accumulate in his pockets. Better the plaster roll than the pen, really, working pens were a rarity these days because there had been some kind of problem with ordering more from the warehouse and they weren’t allowed to use pens with any other logo than the hospital’s. Stupid policy in Jongho’s opinion.
Hyunwoo chuckled. “You two are very cute together, I have to say.”
“Isn’t this the first time Eunkwang has seemed interested in anyone?” Taehyung asked. Apparently he had made his decision against work and for gossip.
Hyunwoo leaned back in his chair and tapped his lips with a pen in thought. “To be honest I think it is. At least as far as I can remember. Of course I don’t catch everything that happens, especially when it’s in a different department, but I’ve been here for a long time, so I should have caught something.”
Taehyung nodded understandingly. “Especially because you’re you. You’re calm and approachable, I feel like people would tell you a lot of secrets.”
“They do actually.” Hyunwoo pulled a face. “I get stuck between fights a lot, because both people or parties come complaining to me.”
Jongho giggled. That was actually the case, he’d seen it happen multiple times. Hyunwoo, bless his heart, often tried to get all conflict parties to talk and resolve the conflict. He had a surprising amount of successes with it.
“But, back to the topic, Eunkwang. A few months ago I thought he might have had something with Yubin from cardiology, but then Yubin started dating Hyerim like the next day, so I don’t think that actually happened.”
Taehyung sighed and stared dreamily into the corner of the office they were in. “Yubin and Hyerim. Damn, what a couple.”
Before he could go on the door opened and Minho, the grumpy nurse with a heart of gold, came in and briefly observed them before he did what Jongho had contemplated earlier. He threw something at Taehyung. It was a bottle of disinfectant, almost empty from the sound of it.
“The IV of the patient in room nine has slipped out. My trainee is currently acting as a human tourniquet because you insisted on that much anticoagulation for that poor lady. But anyway, my point is, she needs a new one.”
Taehyung groaned. “How did that even happen? I basically stapled it to her arm.”
Minho shrugged. “Hell if I know. I turned around for a second to explain something to Gunil and when I looked at her again it was gone.”
“Fine.” Taehyung sighed and got up, picking up the disinfectant bottle. “Wish me luck, you two.”
“Good luck,” Hyunwoo and Jongho chorused dutifully.
Taehyung left the room, and without him the gossip session was over. But Jongho was fascinated to know that apparently Eunkwang had never before shown interest in anyone.
Apparently Hyunwoo wasn’t done with the topic yet. “Don’t let the gossip deter you from doing what you want.” He gave Jongho a friendly smile and turned back to the charts.
Well. Jongho got busy with work again too. At least one person who was encouraging about the whole thing.
Thursday came quicker than Jongho had anticipated. He had spent Wednesday, his first blessed day off, mostly in bed, catching up on sleep, so he was wide awake for Thursday. Although that might also have been out of sheer anticipation. Who knew. The point was, he didn’t feel like he’d need five cups of coffee to be a functioning human, and that was a win.
They’d agreed to get brunch and maybe go on a walk after, provided that the weather played along. So far it did, there was a chilly breeze, but the sun came out between the clouds every now and then and hints of rain were nowhere to be seen.
Jongho cursed habit when he reached for the pockets of a tunic he wasn’t even wearing and stuffed his wallet into his jeans pocket instead.
He burrowed his chin into the neckline of his jacket and trudged through the beautiful autumn day that was very obviously leaning towards winter. The café they had agreed to meet up at wasn’t far from his place, so he had chosen to just walk there.
Eunkwang didn’t seem to have arrived yet, so Jongho stood in front of the café to wait. The sun peeked out between the clouds and warmed the spot he was standing in. Jongho closed his eyes.
“Hello there.” A hand landed on Jongho’s shoulder and he opened his eyes again. Eunkwang was standing there and smiling at him. Jongho automatically smiled back.
“Hi.”
Eunkwang pulled his hand back. “I don’t know about you, but I’m starving, so let’s eat!”
Jongho followed Eunkwang into the café with a laugh.
The food was delicious, and conversation flowed easily, from their jobs to favourite movies and hated books they had been forced to read in school.
“No, you don’t understand! We call Wuthering Heights a classic, but it’s not actually very good? Why Catherine and Heathcliff are suddenly inseparable after she didn’t even want to be in the same room as him is what I call a plot hole! Or Joseph? Such a 2D character. All he did, in this whole book, was complain about people not being religious enough. That’s actually so boring.”
Eunkwang laughed. “Okay, I’ll give you that one.”
“Thank you! Nobody ever agreed with me on this before.” Jongho harrumphed for effect. It made Eunkwang laugh again.
“Did you ever have to read Waiting for Godot?”
“Oh yes.” Jongho shrugged. “It wasn’t necessarily better, but at least it was over quickly.”
“True.” Eunkwang nodded sagely. “I don’t think I’ve ever read something so quickly before.”
Talking to Eunkwang was easy. Jongho never wanted to stop. Luckily he didn’t have to yet for another few hours.
Almost too soon they had decimated their food.
“That was good.” Eunkwang leaned back and patted his stomach contently.
“Oh yes.” Jongho propped up his chin on his hand and watched Eunkwang. He was so handsome. Damn, Jongho probably had the biggest heart eyes. They way Eunkwang blushed after meeting Jongho’s gaze didn’t leave much doubt about it. Hyunwoo’s words still played in Jongho’s mind. Don’t let gossip deter you from what you want. Fuck it. “So how about that walk? The weather is so nice.”
“Yeah, sounds good. It’ll also help digestion along.” Eunkwang grinned. “I’m an old man, I need all the help I can get.”
“Oh please.” Jongho rolled his eyes. “You can’t be that old.”
Eunkwang shrugged. “I was born in 1990, so…”
That actually startled Jongho. Eunkwang was 10 years older than he himself. But honestly, did it matter? No, it didn’t.
“I think your patients have screwed with your perception of age. Because judging by my patients anything under 70 is young.”
Eunkwang giggled and Jongho’s heart might have skipped a beat. “Okay, that’s fair. Your patient clientele is much, much older than mine.”
“Exactly.” Jongho nodded. “So no, you’re not old.”
“Fine, I’m not old.” Eunkwang’s eyes sparkled with amusement. “I’d still love to take that digestion walk.”
“Then let’s go!” Jongho got to his feet and reached for Eunkwang’s jacket to hold it out for him.
“Oh, what a gentleman.” Eunkwang turned his back to Jongho to shrug the jacket on, but his ears were decidedly red.
They stepped outside and as if on cue Eunkwang shivered. “Uh, a little cold.”
“That’s true.” Jongho flipped up his collar against the wind.
Eunkwang stepped a little closer. “You’re a vascular surgeon, so you probably know how to take care of your circulation properly, and you’re young, so… help me stay warm?” He reached for Jongho’s hand.
Jongho felt his jaw drop and thought his heart might actually stop, but laced his fingers with Eunkwang’s. Eunkwang gave him a blinding smile.
Luckily Eunkwang didn’t seem to find conversation necessary as they started walking, roughly headed towards the river. It gave Jongho the time to get his brain back online.
Contrary to what Eunkwang had insinuated, his hand wasn’t cold at all, but nice and warm. It felt comfortable in Jongho’s.
Because of how nice the weather was the riverside was busy, mostly people on their lunch breaks catching a few sun rays.
“I love this season. Look at the colours!” Eunkwang pointed ahead at a few trees, the leaves in reds and yellows and oranges.
“Yeah, very pretty.” At least he had gotten over Eunkwang taking his hand, so the surprise about that didn’t show in his voice.
Eunkwang turned his head in Jongho’s direction, a beautiful smile on his face. “I’m glad you agreed to meet up, Jongho.”
Jongho found himself smiling back, almost against his will. “Yeah, me too.”
Eunkwang squeezed his hand and pulled Jongho towards a free spot at the river bank and looked out over the water.
He had to have seen something that made up his mind, because his shoulders straightened. “I like you a lot, Jongho.”
Jongho did a double-take. Was this really happening?
“I like you too.”
Eunkwang kept his eyes on the water flowing past them. “Enough to… date me?”
Okay, this time Jongho would swear up and down that his heart actually stopped. But at the same time dread crept up his spine. He liked Eunkwang, he liked him so much, but… his preferences had broken up relationships before.
“That’s… a difficult question,” he started carefully. “It depends.”
Eunkwang finally turned to face Jongho, his eyes filled with confusion and the same desperation Jongho felt.
“Depends on what?”
Jongho took a deep breath. “On your expectations. Because there are certain expectations I won’t ever fulfill.”
“O…kay?” Eunkwang looked at him expectantly.
Jongho found himself unable to meet his gaze and looked at their shoes instead. Eunkwang’s were so close.
But he had to be honest. He owed Eunkwang that much. “No matter what, I won’t… sleep with you. Ever. So if that’s a dealbreaker for you, it wouldn’t be possible.”
Eunkwang let out a surprised sound and Jongho looked up to meet his eyes again. “Oh. Oh Jongho. Is that why you were so careful at first?”
Jongho nodded, feeling his lips tremble.
Eunkwang reached out with his free hand and rested it on Jongho’s cheek. His touch felt so nice, Jongho wanted to sink into it and never emerge again.
“Then that’s okay with me.” Eunkwang smiled. “I’m not overly interested in sex either. Like, I’m okay with having sex, but I’m also totally fine with not having sex. Don’t worry about it.”
Jongho had to clench his eyes shut against a sudden well of tears.
“Thank you for being so honest with me, dear,” Eunkwang whispered. His thumb stroked the skin under Jongho’s eye, softly, carefully. “Let me know where your boundaries are, and I will respect them, no questions asked. Okay?”
Jongho nodded, with enough force to dislodge Eunkwang’s hand on his cheek. He finally opened his eyes again, and saw that Eunkwang was still smiling at him.
“So I’ll repeat my earlier question. Do you like me enough to date me?”
Jongho nodded, a smile stealing across his own lips. “Yes. Yes, I like you enough.”
Eunkwang positively beamed. “That makes me very happy.” He made no attempts at getting closer, probably trying to be mindful of Jongho’s boundaries, but Jongho wasn’t having that.
He leaned forward and pressed his lips against Eunkwang’s cheek. It felt so soft against his lips.
Eunkwang laughed. “You’re cute.”
And then their moment was over as quickly as it had started, because one of the runners on the bank stumbled and knocked into Eunkwang, pushing him off balance. Eunkwang tried to regain his footing, his eyes widening comically as he reached for the hand Jongho had extended in his direction, but he still fell, knocking his head against the railing.
All of them, Eunkwang, Jongho, and the runner, stayed silent for a few split seconds. Then the runner exploded into hurried apologies that Eunkwang waved off as he reached for the place where he’d hit his head.
Jongho caught his wrist. “Don’t touch it. You’re bleeding.”
“I am literally so sorry, I should have been paying better attention, I’m so sorry…”
“Yes, my tetanus vaccination is up to date,” Eunkwang said at the same time as Jongho who asked “Are you vaccinated against tetanus?”
They looked at each other and then giggled. “So I assume you also had an ER rotation?”
“Sure did.” Jongho grinned, then pulled out his phone to check Eunkwang’s pupils with the flash light. “Pupils are the same size and react the same on both sides. Feel dizzy, sick, does anything hurt? Do you remember everything that happened in the last eight hours?”
Eunkwang rolled his eyes. “Listen, I might be a gynaecologist, but I do know how to spot a concussion. I’m fine. Promise.” He snorted. “Also, as if I’d let a concussion get in the way of me remembering what we just talked about.” He smirked.
Now it was Jongho’s turn to roll his eyes. They were both still ignoring the runner. Jongho pulled a packet of tissues out of the pocket of his jacket and used one to prevent the trickle of blood from reaching Eunkwang’s eye.
“Honestly, it’s fine.” Eunkwang finally turned to the runner who was still apologising profusely. “We’re both doctors, we can handle this. It was an honest mistake, you have nothing to apologise for. Are you okay?”
That finally broke the stream of apologies and the runner just stared at them before he nodded.
“Then you have nothing to worry about. If you end up feeling pain from the impact somewhere, a hospital visit might be worth it, but there’s no harm done.”
The runner looked like he wanted to protest, but after one look at Eunkwang’s face he cowered and nodded. “I’ll… keep going then? Do you need my personal information?”
“Nah.” Eunkwang carefully shook his head, not dislodging Jongho’s hand with the tissue. “Head injuries always bleed a lot, that makes them look worse than they are. It’s fine.”
Jongho grinned with amusement as he watched Eunkwang deal with the runner.
“Okay then. If you insist…”
“I do.”
“Okay. Okay. Then… have a nice day? And again, I’m sorry.” The runner waved meekly and then continued on his way, this time a little slower than he had been before the collision.
Eunkwang lightly shook his head. “People worry too much, honestly.”
“Oh well.” Jongho shrugged. “I’d still say a quick ER visit is in order, that looks like it needs a stitch or two.”
“Really?” Eunkwang pulled a face.
“Yes. Come on, blood is my expertise.”
“As if! You expertise is blood vessels, not blood.”
“Yes, and blood vessels hold blood. Your field on the other hand are uteruses that hold babies. So, I arguably know more than you.”
“But needles!” Eunkwang pouted.
Jongho rolled his eyes. “Oh wow, doctors really are the worst patients. Come on, get over yourself, it definitely needs to be cleaned, but maybe we can glue it instead.”
Eunkwang grumbled. “Okay, fine.”
Jongho giggled and lead Eunkwang towards the street to catch a taxi. It wasn’t bad enough for an ambulance, so taxi was their best bet.
They were lucky - or unlucky, depends on the point of view - to end up in the hospital they worked at.
Jongho marched in, a grin on his face, his arm around Eunkwang’s shoulder. Eunkwang was holding the tissue himself. This was kind of fun.
“Hello there,” he greeted Yeji, who was on registration that day, brightly. “Eunkwang here had a run-in with someone and hit his head on the railing of Han river. I already checked for signs of concussion, but I think we might either have to glue or stitch that.”
Eunkwang whined and Yeji giggled. “Alright, I’ll get you checked in. You can already go to triage.”
“Is that really necessary,” Eunkwang started, but Jongho cut him off.
“Yes, it is. Now come on.”
Eunkwang’s ears burned with shame, but he followed Jongho down the corridor nonetheless.
Seonghwa was on triage and quickly assessed Eunkwang with a grin on his face. “Alright, you should be good. Since you’ve already got a capable doctor with you you can just proceed to procedure room 2, it’s free right now. Do I need to send you someone?”
Jongho quickly glanced at Eunkwang’s forehead. The bleeding had already almost stopped. “Nah, we’re good. I’ll just stitch him up and we’ll be out of your hair.”
“Have fun!” Seonghwa released them with a grin and Eunkwang grumbled some more as he followed Jongho to the room they’d been assigned. The door closed behind them, shutting out a bit of the chatter and noise that was the ER.
“Thanks for saying you’ll do it.” Eunkwang took a look at his own forehead in the mirror above the sink. “Mijoo is on ER duty today, and she’d never let me live this down.”
Jongho raised an eyebrow. “You’re bold to assume that she won’t find out. Sit down.” He pointed at the gourney.
Eunkwang did as he was told to let Jongho look at his forehead properly. Jongho pulled on gloves and searched for gauze and disinfectant in the drawers and began to clean up the mostly dry blood.
“Alright, good news is, we can glue it.”
“And bad news?”
“It’ll definitely still be noticeable when you have to go back to work.”
Eunkwang sighed. “Oh well. Not a lot I can do about it, is there?”
“Nope.” Jongho popped the p and sat down on a stool in front of Eunkwang.
“Oh well.” Eunkwang reached forward and rested a careful hand on Jongho’s knee. “That okay?”
Jongho bit back a smile. “Yes.”
“Nice.” Eunkwang’s fingers drew little circles on the outside of Jongho’s knee. “I got something great out of this, and that’s all worth it.”
Jongho beamed at him before he got up to get the dermabond out of the fridge. “That you did. And so did I.”
“As I said, that’s totally worth it.”