FAN ACCOUNT | yungi

𝐈𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐈𝐂 | 15

Well, at least I can scratch "meet Mingi" off my bucket list.

- Jeong Yunho, conversation with Kang Yeosang

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Breathe in. Breathe out. Come on. You can do it. It's not like he'll bite your head, right? It's just Mingi who you're going to talk to.

Yunho shuddered.

Yeah, just Mingi.

Breathing in, Yunho stared at his reflection once more, lightly tapping his reddened cheeks to hold himself together. Like his friends, or more like the devils on his shoulder, had said, he wouldn't make any progress if he stayed cooped up in the bathroom, and Mingi had even directly messaged him to quicken his departure. The thought of his idol questioning if he had diarrhea deepened the blush coating his already scarlet cheeks. So embarrassing.

It's now or never, Yunho told himself. He had two choices: face the conversation now and most likely not regret it in the future, or mutter a poor excuse and postpone their meeting until who-knows when, which opens the possibility of that when becoming a never. And though he was a coward, his wish to meet Mingi surpassed it. It was indeed now or never, and God he wished they'd been under less stressful circumstances. He could hear his friends' hushed snickers all the way from the waiting room.

He steadily walked to the bathroom's door, grabbed the door handle, and tightened the grip. Deep breath in, deep breath out. And before he could house himself in the protection provided by the bathroom, he opened the door. He had prepared himself to respond to all possible questions. He had prepared himself to not melt at the fact his Myun was Song Mingi. He had prepared himself to face their friends' slander once they formed peace. But nothing, absolutely nothing, could have prepared him to handle that smile, the same one that softly adorned the rapper's lips.

For when he saw that smile, all nervousness dispersed, and all he felt was a sense of peace nobody else could've caused.

"You're finally out?" Mingi chuckled, and Yunho almost passed out right then and there from how heavenly his voice was. His voice. The tone sounded deeper than he could've ever imagined. Sure, they'd met before, but this time was different.

Yunho sheepishly grinned, crossing his arms in front of his chest. "I had some business to attend to." He hoped the sound of his heart beating at a speed of 1000 kilometers per hour didn't reach the rapper's ears.

"Nothing too serious, I hope," Mingi replied, eyes bright and shimmering from, what Yunho guessed, the sunlight's reflection. He had never been so wrong. "I got worried for a second there."

"It's nothing bad. Don't worry about it." While Mingi comfortably stared at the taller, Yunho refused to meet the other's eyes.

Mingi noticed, and his soft smile widened in amusement. "You know, you're different from Yun."

Furrowing his brows, Yunho uncrossed his arms and relaxed his posture, though his confusion didn't waver.

"Different? How so?"

"Yun would've punched me already."

Yunho suppressed the cackle threatening to escape. Mingi wasn't wrong. And he wasn't surprised.

"Why would I punch you?" Yunho fired back. "You're already hurt."

"Yun would've punched me because I got hurt."

To avoid looking like a fish out of water, Yunho kept his mouth shut, forcing his mind to conjure a clapback worthy enough to go against Mingi himself. In the end, he came up with nothing. And Mingi staring at him with the purest expression on his face was not helping. At all. Also, the reason behind Mingi's stay at the hospital was far from pleasant, and Yunhodidnt wnto remind the rapper of the traumatizing experience. But judging from the slight grimness overtaking the joy, Yunho guessed the reminiscing had started.