“Are you feeling alright?”, Jonho was asking again and Yeosang was close to slap him on the shoulder or just run away. He couldn’t even count how many times he already asked him - while driving him to the nearest hospital in an old rusty VW. Both were sitting in a small waiting room for the medication to kick in and Yeo was already feeling how the tears stopped and he was seeing everything kinda clear again. It was still itchy and red…
“I probably look like a mess”, he was breathing out, squeezing the phone in his hand and feeling his heart beating stressed because he needed to call in sick for work today. His manager complaining on the phone like a little chicken and the owner of the library also just being concerned if he could manage everything alone today. In the end of the day nobody cared about Yeo being in a hospital. Even if it was just because of a mild allergic reaction…
“Does it still hurt?”, Jongho was asking and Yeo was looking at him almost sad. How ironic and stupid that it was a stranger sitting here with him.
“Don’t blame yourself, you couldn’t know”, it was coming over his lips in a whisper and he was laying the phone aside and grabbing the paper he needed to fill out. The pen attached to the upper corner and Yeosang was squeezing his eyes concentrated to read the small question on there. Name, address, phone number, stuff like this…
“I really thought I killed you”, he heard him breathing out next to him and for a second Yeo could feel the little smile rushing over his face.
“I am not that easy to kill”, he was laughing softly and sarcastically.
“Ya! Don’t say stuff like this”, he was complaining, taking everything way too serious and Yeosang didn’t know what it was that made it kinda cute in his eyes. He was not acting cute at all. His voice and face again serious and kinda hard but there was something in the way he was acting…
Yeosang was putting the papers aside and standing up, forcing himself to not wipe his eyes again for it to not hurt even more. Jongho just mimicking him and standing before him - looking at his eyes and face all worried. And for a second their were sticking to something, Yeosang was not even thinking about it showing after getting rid of the make-up in order to not make the itching worse.
“Does it hurt?”, he wanted to know and Yeosang was letting his finger wander over the little red heart-shaped mark beside his eye.
“It’s not from the reaction, it’s a birthmark”, he was saying silently and Jongho’s brown eyes were looking at it for a second. Yeosang could see how the concentrated gaze was getting soft.
“It’s pretty”, he was saying silently, “why did you put make-up over it?”, he wanted to know and for a long second Yeo was staring at him, clearing his throat awkwardly and turning away from him.
“I dunno”, he was murmuring into himself, grabbing the papers from the small table and just rushing out. No, no he was not up for stuff like this…
Yeosang placing the papers on the little reception and hearing Jongho following him. No idea why he was still here waiting for him but at the same time he was glad that he helped him. Maybe it was just some teary itchy eyes but not seeing much was actually still dangerous and Yeosang never knew if the reaction might get a little worse. Being alone having a reaction, no matter how mild, was just not the best situation to be in.
“It’s everything there”, he was letting the lady know and seeing how she was getting her big, red glasses on and reading over the answered questions. A little professional smile on her lips as she was nodding in his direction.
“It’s okay, you will get the bill for the mediation in the mail”, she was saying and Yeo was bowing to her, while turning around and stuffing his phone into his pocket and organizing his stuff. Jongho was standing there with his hands in his pockets, gifting him a neutral look.
“You want me to drive you home?”, he wanted to know and for a second something snatched in Yeo hearing this word. Fuck, he didn’t think of that…
“No”, he was saying a little too fast, “not home”.
“But you said you ain’t going to work”, he was commenting irritated and Yeosang was biting his lip annoyed and scared, his heart beating way too fast in his chest. Yeah, that was the problem, he was not at work today…
“Doesn’t matter, thank you for driving me here, okay?”, he was saying quickly, holding on to his bag as he was just again, walking past him and outside. His heart beating stressed and uneasy. He didn’t want to go home, he didn’t want to be away on the streets looking this like with his eyes still itchy. He wanted to sleep and rest but…
The air was hitting him as he was walking outside, already dialing Mingi’s number. It was ringing, but he wasn’t picking up.
“I forgot you have a husband you need to take care off now”, he was commenting angry even though he immediately felt bad for putting his stress unto his best friend. It was not his fault. He was dialing again, someone different this time.
“Sannie?”, “ Sangie? What is it? I am in Busan with my dad because of the stupid birthday ”, fuck, he forgot about that stupid 60th birthday of his strange uncle he talked about a while ago. “Nothing, do you know if Woo has time today?”, “ He’s with me right now ”, “He’s with you?”, Yeosang was asking irritated and Sannie was laughing a little caught.
“ I just asked him, nothing special ”, “Okay…”, he was breathing out, sad and disappointment “ Wait, is everything okay? ”, and Yeosang tried to catch himself, balling a fist and clearing his throat, “Y-Yeah, sorry I am fine, sannie. Please enjoy the birthday, okay? Let’s meet tomorrow, so don’t drink too much”, he was faking a smile, “ Woo needs to be at uni tomorrow so we ain’t drinking anyway ”, he was laughing and Yeo was pressing his lips together, “Okay, love you”, “ Love you too, sangie. See you tomorrow ”.
With a slow movement he was ending the call, for some reason feeling lost and sad and stressed. His chest tightened hardly, making his breathing a little uneven. He hated this feeling he hated it…
“You sure you don’t need a ride?”, someone was asking behind him and Yeo was trying to just get his head to rest. Breathing in heavily before turning around to him.
“I am good”, he was lying and the stranger was raising an eyebrow, “you don’t look good”, he commented and Yeosang was staring at him in disbelieve.
“What do you want? If you don’t want to sleep with me why are you still here bothering if I am home or not?”, he was barking out, making Jonho blinking at him surprised.
“Sleep with you?”, he was asking like a dumb little kid, “I just want to help you because I brought you a fucking strawberry cake that almost killed you”, he was saying and Yeosang hated how the anger was switching to a small laugh all of a sudden. God, his emotions running up and down, left to right. What was his damn problem?
“I am not dying”, he was saying again,
“I am working from home, so if you want you can come to my place”, he was saying all of a sudden and Yeosang hated how his words gave him a little hope at the end of the tunnel. It wouldn’t be the first time going with a stranger. And it was not even in the middle of the night and he wasn’t drunk. And maybe this guy had some intentions after all…
“You sure?”, he wanted to know.
“Why not?”.
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a Love Scripted- Yungi Fic
Fanfiction"I was talking to Yunho's dad the whole day and we came up with a plan to help us both out. It will set the tone for the upcoming work in the company and also the new image for the new launching app-", "And? Do we have to do some ugly paperwork nobo...
