a Love Scripted- Yungi Fic

there's no rainbows, just white lines pt.3

And the next day came.

Without sleep. With a damn fucking headage and some hangover from the four beer he drank before his friends decided to just let him handle this. The driver bringing him into the company by 6am, making him curse and cling to his coffee while he was walking through the hallway. The sunglasses on his nose weren’t this necessary but he was too fucking pissed to care. If he really needed to do this, than he wanted to make it a living hell for his dad and this stupid Yunho.

“Good morning, princess ”, Yunho was mocking him and his appearance the moment he came into the office. Probably talking about the fact that he was looking even worse than last time. A black baggy ripped jeans, the gray shirt he was wearing was oversized and showed some skin on his shoulders since it was ripped as well. Not one, but four silver necklaces around his neck and the smell of perfume and hangover on him.

Yunho was alone, his dad seemed to handle something in the other room - you could hear him yell out on the phone. 

“Spare it for the honeymoon”, he was just hissing out, letting the sunglasses rest in his hair as he was blinking against the light. He was wearing make-up though. Trying to hide the big and dark shadows under his eyes for not sleeping well for two nights. 

Yunho was looking like expected. A fancy suit - a dark pretty deep burgundy, annoyingly matching his own but also Mingi’s hair. He had straightened it today, Mingi could tell because it was almost reaching his eyes. Again no tie, but a black and silver necklace, the first bottom of the black shirt open to show some skin. Silver earrings and the smell of baby powder in his nose. Who the fuck smelled like baby powder?

“Don’t remind me”, he was breathing out, the same moment his dad came back to them, his eyes switching between them and just staring down on Mingi, as if he was close to throwing a fist at him.

“What, you don’t like my outfit?”, Mingi was saying, drinking a long sip from his coffee and he could see Yunho rolling his eyes beside him.

“I told you the press is coming today”, he was hissing but Mingi was just looking at him unfaced. There was nothing he could do. He was willing to tell the world that he was marrying someone he didn't know - so his father could do nothing but yell and complain for him making it not so easy for him.

“ Sometimes I regret getting kids, I will- ”, he was cursing quietly to himself and Mingi hated how much he wanted to smile over that. Yeah, old fucker, regrett getting kids, but the only kid who’s here right now is saving your homophobic ass with being fucking gay. 

For some reason he was searching for something in his pocket, getting out his credit card and giving it Yunho.

“I will give you the script, you both go and buy a suit for him while you work through it”, he was talking over Mingi, as if he wouldn't trust him with his card. Instead giving it to this completely stranger and making Mingi look like a little housewife needing to ask his future husband for money.

“So we have a whole ass script? Fancy ”, Mingi therefor letting out a petty comment and he could see how little Yunho wanted to do this. At least he didn’t want to go shopping with him - Mingi was sure he didn’t want to be next to him at the press conference looking like this either.

“Let’s just not make this more complicated than it is”, he was saying, but the look he was giving Mingi was deliciously annoyed.