Mingi was touch starved. The last time he really had sex was probably over a year ago, since he never was a fan off stupid one night stans or other kind of situationships - and all the men wanting something from him were all way too easy or too weak to really handle him. Either in the way he wanted to get fucked or fuck the shit out of someone. Finding a pretty easy and plausible explanation for all of the chaos this morning. Just going into the shower, getting dressed and being able to forget all of the mind fuck he was enduring this morning. The headache and the hangover was double as hard as yesterday though and nothing seemed to help.
Coming back into the kitchen and not being surprised seeing Yunho still sitting on one of the barstools and drinking coffee. He had a pretty long morning routine in this case, Mingi already noticed. Wearing a soft, beige sweater with a big knitting pattern and black tight pants now. Again, the silver necklace around his neck. Mingi looking at it closer and realizing it was not only a star, there was a small stone in the middle of it - his hands being busy with the coffee machine.
“What are you looking at?”, Yunho wanted to know and for some reason his voice was calmer as expected. Worded like an insult, but it was not coming across as one. Mingi was already planning to snap something back and just turn around and ignore him, but for some reason he leaned against the tabletop and crossed his arms before his chest.
“You always wear that”, he commented, probably an bad attempt to just ask what does it mean to you. Yunho just as surprised that he noticed as Mingi himself, one hand picking it up and looking at it for a moment.
“Nothing you should care about”, he said silently, Mingi biting the inner flesh of his lip so hard that he was almost flinching under his own action. But there was no room to bite at him, since he let it fall onto his chest again, looking into his coffee mug and his phone laying beside it on the table.
“It’s my mom’s”, he was whispering - a small clench rushing through Mingi’s stomach immediately. Awkward silence running over them, the coffee machine busy behind him and swallowing every other noise. There it was again, that strange look in his eyes…
“... it’s pretty”, it was coming over Mingi’s lips like his brain betrayed him, feeling how his whole body tensed as Yunho’s eyes met his. Brown, and deep and surprised over him saying it. Mingi feeling the same strange feeling in his stomach, feeling the way he needed to force himself to not look at this stupid heart shaped lips, the way…
Brrrrr - Mingi was flinching as Yunho’s and his own phone was vibrating, the Ring-Dot at the elevator letting them know that someone was standing in the entrance hall.
“They are here because of the flowers for the wedding - you should get dressed”, Yunho was saying after standing up, Mingi letting air escape he didn’t know he was holding in.
“Really, that was today ?”, he was almost wining under the ugly hangover he still had. Confused and annoyed over all the other thoughts that were haunting him all of a sudden. Yunho was holding on to his white mug and gifted him a calm look. God, he really looked like one of these stereotypical husbands in some stupid K-Drama.
Was his dad for real? How many fucking stupid appointments could be back to back in one week. This was torture.
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a Love Scripted- Yungi Fic
Fanfic"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...
