a Love Scripted- Yungi Fic

i'm always on demon time, baby pt.4

And Yunho was feeling the alcohol in his cheeks after a while, trying to get to the root of the reason why every wine was tasting fucking bitter and not even half as good as he remembered. Of course there were new flavors and new ones he didn’t know but also his favorite he was asking for after the official tasting was more bitter and neutral. Letting the glass swing in his hand and letting out a deep sigh. Just crossing his legs under the table and trying not to get too disappointed. His brown eyes searching for Mingi, which he ignored until now but he was actually pretty impressed that he didn’t show up again and tried to get on his nerves. That was actually just the thing he wanted anyway, so no need to think about it…

Of course the people would talk about them not spending the whole evening together, but Yunho was too tipsy and too tensed to even care. Finding his sunset hair and slim figure still standing at one of the standing tables, a glass of wine in his hand and another young man was talking to him. Oh, so now you can pretend you are drinking wine? 

The man standing before him dressed in a dark, midnight blue suit with a silver chain over his black tie. His blonde wavy hair behind his ears, foreign features, blue eyes and a flirty smile on his lips. One slender hand was reaching out for Mingi’s arm, just resting there for a moment as he kept listening Mingi talk about something. And he was talking a lot, the smile on his lips seemed excited and welcoming, his sharp and dark eyes seeming more bright this way, Mingi never talked like this when he was with him…

“ Tss ”, Yunho was hissing his tongue, feeling the way his stomach was clenching so hard that the hiss was the only way to deal with the sudden feeling in him. He was mad. Feeling anger and annoyance so deep into his bones that he couldn’t even explain where it was coming from. Seeing the blonde still having his hand on his arm, as he was leaning over to him and whispering something in his ear, his face dangerously close to Mingi’s.

Yunho was standing up, his glass still in his hand, as he could feel how hot his cheeks and how wobbly his legs were. The angry glare he was gifting this bastard was close to set him on fire across the room. And he was acting without him realizing what he was even doing, his feet setting themselves into motion, his heart beating and beating in his chest. No way he would flirt with someone else before the eyes of everyone while Yunho was sitting at the table drinking wine alone, everyone would think he was fucking pathetic. His future husband flirting with other man with him sitting there alone? Mingi thought he was good at pretending? He thought he was a good actor? He should fucking see.

And Mingi was just trying to process the little invitation from the man across from him, to go outside or meet at another place as he could feel a strong hand on his waist. A body coming up from behind, one hand pulling him in, a pair of hot lips pressing a kiss to his neck, chest bones against his shoulderblades. But he was not only kissing him, he was sealing it with a pathetic strong bite into his sensitive skin, as if it was a little play between husbands.

“ Princess , I was waiting for you to come back”, Yunho was saying a little whiny into his ear, his chin laying on his shoulder, as Mingi was feeling how his heart was not only flinching but beating like hell hearing it. Yunho’s cheeks slightly blushed, probably as tipsy as Mingi, his brown eyes looking at him as a small smile was rushing over his face. This fucker… 

“Who’s this?”, he wanted to know next, shamefully using the moment of Mingi being startled and he was still fighting with the remains of the hot kiss on his neck. He was still sensitive there and he wasn't fucking ready to get kissed and bite there. Yunho coming a few steps to the side, still holding Mingi by the waist. Letting the glass down on the table before them to hold a polite hand out for him. The blonde just looking at them confused, but he was professional enough to keep smiling.

“Antoine Rousseau”, he was saying a little awkward and nervous and Mingi could see how he was still looking at his neck. He was feeling the pain, as well as the way Yunho was following his eyes and letting out a small laugh. Letting his thumb run over the slight bite mark on his skin and pressing another kiss to it. A small, soft but still hot kiss. Only a second long…

“Sorry, I got carried away. But my fiancé looks absolutely delicious today”, he was saying, almost only whispering it into Mingi’s ear and the latter hated how much he needed to ball his fists. His heart was beating heavy, the fucking smell of Yunho in his nose and he felt stupid and small. Overwhelmed by his actions, feeling how his cheeks grew hot and for a second he needed to press his thighs together. 

“Let’s talk another time, alright?”, he was able to somehow save himself, even though his voice was pathetically shaky with Yunho still standing beside him, Mingi not knowing what the fuck he was willing to do to make him suffer for the decision to not come back to their table. 

“Oh, of course, I am sorry for bothering you”, the blonde was saying, not even looking at Mingi but in the direction of Yunho, who was letting his smile drop for only a second. Mingi feeling the pain on his neck, his hand burning on his waist and for a second he completely snapped…