The first thing Yunho heard was the alarm clock. A strange, unfamiliar sound making him realize that it wasn’t his own phone ringing. The next thing he noticed was the fact that it was strangely cold in the room, rubbing his naked feet together and snuggling deeper into the heavy blanket. Fresh, chilly air coming in from an open window and the alarm just kept ringing on the other side of the bed. Yunho forced himself to open his hangover eyes, just to realize that the phone was laying on Mingi’s side of the bed on the nightstand, and the latter was laying there in only a boxer and the blanket not covering him. Yunho was feeling cold and uncomfortable just seeing him like this, remembering that he blacked out on the bed after showering yesterday.
“Turn that off already”, he was complaining, completely pushing the thought about yesterday away from him, but Mingi wasn’t reacting. His cheeks strangely blushed and the rest of his face pale, as he let out an muffled sound out of his throat.
“Mingi?”, Yunho was trying again, this time slightly leaning over him grabbing the phone and at least turning off that pain of a sound, before his brain would just fall out of his head. And Mingi was not even waking up or throwing familiar insults at him as he was hovering over him for a moment. Yunho was so prepared for it after yesterday that he felt strange and awkward now - what the fuck was it even that happend yesterday, why the fuck did he…
“Min?”, again, no answer. For the first time he felt his heart beating for a bit, turning on the light on the nightstand and realizing how blushed and hot his cheeks looked.
“What the fuck…”, he was murmuring to himself, looking at him for a moment just laying there and not reacting to him - and standing up in the next second. Closing the window, he hadn’t opened yesterday, walking around on the bed and seeing Mingi’s clothes he had been wearing on the ground next to it. Maybe he was too hot from the alcohol and the shower and decided to take it off and open a window. But now he really didn’t look okay…
Yunho hesitated but after a second of him still not reacting he was laying one hand on his forehead and realized how hot he was feeling. His breathing going heavy and slow and he looked uncomfortable, as if he wanted to wake up but he couldn’t tear his brain out of his dream. Letting his hand slowly leaving his skin and just naturally getting his sweaty hair out of his face.
“Did you really catch a cold, you dumbass?”, Yunho was saying, and hecticly covering him with the white blanket laying beside him, feeling how cold his arms where as his hand was slightly touching it. Mingi’s brain seemed to gladly except it, as he made another strenuous sound and laying to his side. Yunho looking down on him as he was slowly shaking his head…
“I can’t believe you…”, he was whispering annoyed, but at the same time he was biting his bottom lip feeling in some way guilty of not waking up earlier - stopping him from stripping and opening the window.
“You are like a fucking baby”.
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a Love Scripted- Yungi Fic
Hayran Kurgu"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...
