a Love Scripted- Yungi Fic

see, how you would give my soul away .pt2

But the chaos didn’t calm down, quite the opposite it got worse any minute that was passing by. Mingi needed to be even more careful with his little art-meetings with the rest of the clique because the paparazzi were still everywhere and he didn’t want to get in trouble. Not that he had a lot to say in all of the business stuff his father was involved in, but Mingi was smart enough to know that being caught by the cops at night for spraying would not add well into the already boiling pot.

Or the fact that he got money from his father so he could live from making art and selling pieces online without telling him about the illegal spraying at nighttime. 

The internet was the most brutal though. Even if Mingi was really hurt and wanted to avoid it at the same time it was impossible not to see it. Reading the most nasty shit about his own dad was still paradoxically hurtful, even though they had every right to say that.

What made the story even more weird and uncomfortable for Mingi was the press conference a few days ago where his father would proudly tell the world that his son was gay and that he therefor couldn’t be homophobic. Probably the dumbest and most unrealistic statement a person could make - but maybe he was really desperate now. 

And it was not the fact that Mingi was afraid for people to know - he was openly out for years now, it was just a feeling of getting used for this. Trying to fix his dirty laundry by using his name and first of all his sexuality.

“You weren’t this proud the moment you talked to your friends on that recording”, he heard himself saying to himself, as he was scrolling through the Twitter content considering the said press conference. He was not actively searching for it, but the videos were haunting him on his timeline.

“ Being the parent of a gay son, it's clear that I have a profound understanding of the importance of acceptance and love. My genuine care for my child's happiness and well-being is a testament to my open-mindedness and empathy. This experience has likely taught me the value of treating all individuals with respect and kindness, regardless of their sexual orientation ”, he heard his father say and Mingi couldn't control the laugh coming out of his mouth.

“That’s the biggest bullshit of all time - being the parent of a gay son , my genuine care for my child’s happiness, what does that even fucking mean?”, he was mocking him but sitting up straight in his bed as he got a notification in the upper corner of his phone. Maybe the universe was sending his dad a signal that his son was making fun of him, or the message from the devil himself was just an coincidence.

He didn’t explain much, just letting him know that a driver will pull up in half an hour and he should come to the company to discuss something. 

“Don’t say you want to apologize to your son for once, instead of caring for the world more”, Mingi was still pissed at all of this, already bored and stressed over the fact that he needed to meet him instead of going out with San, Woo and Yeosang. 

And the drive to the company was quiet and calm. The driver was not talking much, the radio played some new K-Pop release and Mingi was digging himself deeper into his black oversized hoddie and closing his eyes for the whole ride. He knew his dad would hate the way he was pulling up - a matching red and orange neon print on his hoodie, a black baggy pant and a big silver ring on almost every finger on each hand. It was not that Mingi wasn’t used to this society, or wearing suits and ties and acting all polished, he just didn’t want to most of the time. 

The driver was passing by the back entrance, only a few single people with phone cameras still standing there - and bringing them into the underground car park. Mingi was putting on the hood and letting his hands sink into his front pocket as he was leaving the car and entering the elevator.