It was loud, even more loud than Mingi had expected. The music blasting through the speakers on every corner of the ceiling, a small stage with a DJ on one side, a buffet on the other. Pink, blue, and green balloons everywhere, people chatting, making photos, and drinking colorful cocktails with too much deco and stuff in it. People either dressed in short, slutty outfits or too over the top evening gowns. It was a mess. Like someone put every color and too much fucking glitter in a box, shaking it two or three times and spitting it out. Mingi kinda playing into it by choosing a black tight shirt, cropped right under his belly button, a big silver belt, a baggy washed out jeans and a leather jacket thrown over it. Nervously playing with the big rings on his fingers while he was looking around. It had been too much fun to watch Yunho complaining in the car that he looked like a wannabe soundcloud rapper but after two or three comments he was surprisingly quiet over it. The hangover from last night was not really helping, probably the only reason Mingi was drinking a cocktail as well. Gin-Tonic with way too much ice in it, but at least it made the night a little bit more bearable. It wasn’t responsible to cure hangover with more alcohol, but who cared anyway.
“I will get something to drink”, Yunho was letting him know, after walking around a bit, not talking one word - only smiling fake when someone was walking past them. Mingi was breathing out for a second as the latter was putting distance between them, his eyes laying on his back, taking another sip of his drink. Even if he complained about Mingi’s crop top, he was also wearing something way more casual that he was used to from him - and since he was used to see him in a three piece suit his outfit was probably not casual for any other person. A tight low cut black jeans, a slim black turtle neck with longer sleeves that covered half of his hands and a dark red silky shirt over it, being tucked in his pants and showing a small also black belt.
They looked like day and night. Yunho’s clothes always following a straight, polished line while Mingi was playing with different textures, sizes and a little bit of shook value.
And Yunho needed some distance. Feeling the way his head was spinning, from being so tensed the whole time and also from his own hangover. Seeing Mingi drink was probably the only reason why he choose something alcoholic as well. Not only because he shouldn’t be the only one allowed to drink the stress away but also because he didn’t want to get into a situation of helping a drunk Mingi getting home. Drinking so much in the first place was so not like him, but he just pushed it unto the situation he was in right now.
Grabbing the fancy long glass from the bar and thanking the person behind it. Martini was not his first choice but every other options on the card was way too sweet for him. Leaning against the wooden bar and turning around. Mingi was standing in the middle of chaos, having his phone in his hand and drinking his cocktail. His sunset hair being combed back and one or two stains falling into his face. He was wearing make-up, just like Yunho and his eyes were slowly wandering down to his waist - not being fully exposed, the cropped shirt showing a small line over his belt and revealing smooth skin when he was moving a little. The leather jacket hiding his arms, and the low cut of his collar was hidden behind silver necklaces.
“He looks ridiculous”, and why was his waist so fucking small?, he was whispering to himself, exing his drink in one go at the thought, before ordering another one. Fixing his own shirt and trying to get his thoughts under control. The whole situation in the bed this morning didn’t help to organize himself and he was sure it was another big fucking call to stop drinking. He wasn’t making a big deal out of it - why would he? He was drunk, sleepy, he had a boner in the morning and he wasn’t used to sleeping in the bed with someone. This has nothing to do with Mingi.
“Jeong Yunho-sshi?”, someone was asking and Yunho was letting the second glass down after drinking a big sip from it. The alcohol burning in his throat and he tried not to make a grimasse under it. It was an older man, silver styled hair and a fancy blue suit with glitter on the shoulders.
“Where is your fiance?”, he wanted to know happily, his eyes looking around and finding Mingi not far away. Waving him over. Yunho watching him walking closer, the fake smile on his face making him almost roll his eyes. He would never get used to people calling this clown his fucking fiance.
“Song Mingi, you look amazing ”, the older man was clapping his hands, grabbing Mingi by the shoulders and holding him away from him to look at his outfit. The latter was grinning big, his hand running over his chest as if he couldn’t believe he was getting such a compliment. Yunho was trying to snatch out of it, he needed to think about playing a role here. But for a second the alcohol was kinda making him a little quiet.
“I was thinking about Måneskin, a rock band from Italy, you heard of them? I have been in love with them for a while and I absolutely love the style. It’s so provocative”, Mingi was talking excessively and the older man seemed to be in absolute love with him. That was the thing Yunho would never understand. People acting like they love you, even if they only know you for half a second.
“Oh, don’t ask me questions, love. I am not the youngest anymore. Showing skin or colorful hair is not in my list of things I can do”, he was laughing, while again clapping his hands, pointing at Mingi’s sunset hair and for a surprised second his eyes were looking at Yunho, “you are not afraid other men would steal a glace?”, he was asking with a little gossip smile on his lips and Yunho was finally catching himself. Standing up straight and forcing himself to smirk a little bit. Feeling the way his knees were already getting washy and weak from the alcohol, but he ignored it. Looking at Mingi as his hands was slowly wandering over his lower back to place itself on his exposed waist, pulling him closer.
“He’s mine anyway. So no need to panic, right?”, he was saying, while looking at the older man laughing and celebrating at him as if the thing Yunho said was something out of a fucking soap opera. And Yunhho could feel how his hand was burning on the soft skin of his waist, the heat coming from him and he could feel how the alcohol was wandering from his knees to his cheeks. For a second it was just another call to drink.
“Y-Yeah-... right”, Mingi was answering in a low, raspy voice and Yunho was surprisingly snapping his eyes at him as he could hear him being rather quiet now. His cheeks seemed slightly blushed - where was the sneaky comment, Song fucking Mingi? Yunho was so used to it that he immediately realized that it wasn’t there this time…
“Anyway, we have a program for tonight and I am just letting every guest know that they should use the photo booth in hall A4 before the event starts, I want to post the pictures on my official Instagram”, he was explaining and Yunho felt how his heart was beating a little.
Wait, so he was the originator? No wonder that he was talking to them so openly.
“That’s such a cute idea”, he was letting him know under a big grin and Mingi was faking a smile as well.
“You can write down your official accounts so the team can tag them in the end. It’s half an hour max until the first show so it would be perfect if you could use it soon”, he was saying and both of them nodding and smiling like their life dependent on it. Feeling a hand shaking them on the shoulder until he was walking away and grabbing other people to talk to them. Yunho was letting go of his waist immediately, breathing out heavy and letting air escape he didn’t know he was holding in.
“Another one”, he was saying to the barkeeper behind the bar and was turning around in order to not look at Mingi. But the latter was coming up beside him on the bar and getting himself another drink as well. Yunho still feeling the hotness of his skin on his palm and clearing his throat awkwardly.
“I need to be drunk for this”, he was whispering and Yunho was trying to get the heat and the dizzy feeling under control.
“I have no idea how long I can fucking do this anymore”, he was adding, for a second it was just a silent conversation even though they weren’t looking or pointing any words at each other.
“Let’s get it over with and go home”, Mingi was saying and Yunho was snapping his gaze at him, being surprised as he could see the way he was drinking his Gin-Tonic like fucking water and letting the glass smash down on the bar. His cheeks still flushed.
“ Home ?”, he was laughing out sarcastically, but it was not that angry and strong as normal. The alcohol made it fucking hard to concentrate and to be honest, he was just fucking tired.
“You know what I mean”, Mingi was saying and pointing his finger into his class, for another drink.
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a Love Scripted- Yungi Fic
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