a Love Scripted- Yungi Fic

there's no rainbows, just white lines pt.4

Going shopping with him was still boring and the script nothing he could just ignore and making his jokes about it. It almost seemed like a fucking biograpy, rather than a script and Mingi hated that he still didn’t want to make a fool out of himself completely when he was standing up there. So he was listening, kind off. Yunho biting his lip, both of them throwing insults at one another while trying to learn the all boring facts in there. Mingi looking though the men's section of an expensive shop near the company. Describing what he wanted to wear to the person being there for them. He hated that he needed to wear something that would match Yunho’s burgundy suit but at the same time it was at least a little relief that it would cost his dad a lot of cash.

“The year I was born?”, “I don’t care”, Mingi was rolling his eyes and Yunho was almost slapping the little folder down.

“Again, we need to know this stuff about each other”, “How long did my father say we are together?”, Mingi was checking, as the guy bringing out his clothes and hanging them into the changing room to let Mingi room to try it out. Yunho was sitting on a little bench right before it and was aggressively massaging his nose bridge.

“Three years, and now we are getting engaged”, “I was never in my life in a relationship this long, this is so fucking stupid”, he was talking to himself as he got reminded how fucking sick this game was. Acting like he knew - no love - this person for three years now and planing to get married was sick. Mingi never loved a person enough to be together this long and of course he didn’t want to marry someone he didn’t love. Not that he ever planned to get married in the first place.

“I can imagine nobody can stand it that long with you”, Yunho was just saying before Mingi was looking at him, already holding the door in his hand to close to cabin.

“It’s 1999 by the way. 22th of March to be exact and you are born in Gwangju”, he was saying, having a superior grin on his lips as he got the answer right.

Yunho just rolling his eyes again and reading the script in his hands a little too often. Switching to his phone just a second after. Letting the man help Mingi with the suit and drinking a coffee until this nightmare was over. 

‘I don’t know how I am supposed to survive this, hyung’ - he was texting his best friend Seonghwa who was talking to him the whole night and trying to cheer him up. He didn’t care how often this Mingi guy was acting like it was only his boring life that got destroyed here, but it was his life as well. In no way he thought his dad would go this far to have a foot in this damn company and was ready to just throw his own son under the bus. Of course Yunho knew how to take risks and opportunities when it came to business but a marriage? With a guy like that?

‘Wait, what is he saying, is he still talking shit about you?’, Seonghwa answered him and Yunho let a small sigh leave his lips.

I told you I can take it, hyung. That’s not what I am talking about, I need to read this damn script about him and I need to act like I know him forever. Like I don’t care what his favorite food is or his favorite movie, like who has Sin City as their favorite movie? - he was typing stressed, getting an answer just a second after sending it.

Sin City is a pretty good movie, yu - “So what do you think?”, he was hearing the voice cutting through his little rant and he was forcing his gaze up and away from his phone. Not even realizing that Mingi left the cabin and was standing before him with an still bored expression. And Yunho was surprised - not shooked… but surprised . 

He was sure this was the first time he was able to really see his silhouette, the way the vest under his suit was tight around his waist and everything was fitting for the first time. It was a black suit, the vest and the shirt under it in the same dark burgundy red Yunho was wearing right now - only that the colors were switched. His waist was small, Yunho hated how he immediately realized how small. Why the fuck was he hiding that under all of his baggy clothes? Yunho really thought the burgundy would maybe not match the hair color but the way he was letting his fingers run through it and wearing his hair back, was allowing all the shades of red and yellow to melt into each other. 

“No need to eye fuck me like this”, he was saying all of a sudden and Yunho was snapping back to reality, raising his eyebrow and blinking at him as he was standing up.

“Are we ready to leave now?”, he was simply saying, clearing his throat as he was putting his phone back into his pocket and standing up. Mingi letting the guy know that he would leave everything on and pay this way.

“Make sure to leave him a tip. I want my dad to fucking choke on it”, he was letting Yunho know and for the first time he was making the corner of Yunho’s lips switch - being on the same side for the first fucking time that day. 

“Let’s get it over with”, they both agreed.