And Mingi was sleeping almost the whole day, letting Yunho with the awkward situation of knowing everything that happened between them yesterday but not being able to talk about it now. He was getting medication and checking his temperature as good as he could, and turned out he really had a fever. Luckily it wasn't so bad that he had to be taken to the hospital, but he really wasn't feeling well - or at least that’s what Yunho was getting away from the heavy sighs and expressions he was giving in his sleep as if he was fighting a battle.
And he hated the silence more than he wanted to admit. Typing on his phone while working from the hotel the next following days, Mingi waking up from time to time, but he wasn’t really talking to him. Switching heavily to one side to the next, Yunho bringing him water and looking down on his blushed face. What a fucking joke that they were in this situation now, the last time he saw him this blushed was Mingi being pressed against the door, his plumb lips parted and a-
“Are you listening?”, his counterpart wanted to know and Yunho was snapping out of it.
“Yes, I am sorry”, “So where is he?”, “I told you, he’s upstairs, he’s not feeling well”, he explaining his father in law , only wondering for a minute why he was coming all the way here to talk to him. He scheduled a meeting with one of his cooperators in the meetings rooms of the hotel - Yunho had heard him talking to someone about it on the phone. No idea if it was intention or just a coincidence .
Another folder on the little table in the lobby, a coffee mug beside it and his phone was ringing constantly. He was always checking it, muting it or excusing himself for taking it in the end. Yunho was tired, working from here was a pain in the ass but he couldn’t just let Mingi lay here in the bed and risk him getting even more sick.
“So…how is he doing so far? I mean in general”, he wanted to know all of a sudden, a old hand reaching out for the coffee and unsure eyes piercing him down. Yunho felt strange under his gaze, neither was he prepared for a question like this. But he needed to admit, that this was probably the first time he had an normal conversation with him, the first time he looked like a father and not like the CEO of their wedding.
“You mean your son?”, Yunho wanted to make sure. Feeling a little clench in his stomach thinking about Mingi. His question being instantly followed by a loud and dramatic sigh.
“I know he’s not that easy to handle, maybe I spoiled him too much back then when all of this art stuff started”, he was saying and Yunho was biting the inner flesh of his lip.
“But he really isn’t dumb or anything - he’s just like a stubborn baby”, he was adding, Yunho feeling how his firsts were slowly closing in his lap. Why was it feeling different when he wasn’t the one calling him that…
“I am really sorry, Sir. But I don’t know what you want to hear from me exactly”, he was admitting, seeing how his brown eyes meeting his and slowly he was letting the white mug down on the table. Folding his hands over his lap.
“I just want the two of you to get along”, he was saying. That was a blank lie, and both of them knew it. Yunho shifting a little bit in his seat as he was recalling every situation in which Mingi and him wanted to kill each other, always bickering and throwing insults.
“I don’t think you need to worry about this”, he was assuring him, not knowing if he was doing it to have an excuse to end this weird and awkward conversation or because he really meant it.
“He’s a caring person, really - but after all the stuff with his mom-”, “Why are you talking about me?”, a low, raspy voice was saying and Yunho was flinching as he was all of a sudden standing behind him - turning his head around enough to see him standing there. He still looked pale and blushed at the same time, his voice even more raspy as he was used to and he was wearing a big, fluffy hoodie and thick sweatpants. He was awake from time to time but this was the first time he was out of bed. Yunho was looking up to him, feeling how his heart was beating awkwardly in his chest as their eyes met. Clearing his throat as he was looking down on the table again.
“So you are really sick?”, his father wanted to know and Yunho almost raised his eyebrows hearing it. Did he think he lied to him?
“I am, as you can see”, Mingi was just saying annoyed and letting himself down on the armchair and accepting the white mug a friendly lady was bringing him just a second after that. Yunho could smell coffee.
“Do you still feel feverish?”, he was hearing himself ask but the question just got lost in another awkward look between them and his dad talking over them.
“Do you think you will be okay until tomorrow?”, he just wanted to know, Yunho really being impressed how fast and professional he could switch into this business voice again, making his heart grew cold. The conversation between them almost vanished from reality, as if it never happened in the first place.
“Why? Is there another shitty thing I need to do without being asked?”, he was bitching back at him, his voice tired and exhausted and commenting the first sip of his coffee with a loud sigh, as if he craved caffeine so bad that he was about to die. Yunho was silent, slowly switching looks between them as he got reminded that their little forced break would be over soon. But for a long second it was just resting on Mingi. The necklace laying on his chest getting heavy, as if he got reminded that it was there and his brain confused with all sort of emotions. He couldn’t explain a single one of it.
His father typing something in his phone, blocking another phone call coming in. Everything was back to where it was before.
“There is an magazine asking for an interview… but I can delay it for another two or three days”, he was explaining, already pressing the phone to his ear and drinking the last sip of his coffee in one go.
“How supportive”, Mingi was mocking him in a whisper and Yunho really felt like standing between the tables. No, that wasn’t it actually. Even if he didn’t want to admit it, he was on Mingi’s side - he just didn’t know what to say or do now.
“Did you take your medication?”, he was whispering in Mingi’s direction, the moment his dad was on the phone talking to someone and the look he was receiving was a little more soft than before. A slow nod, as their eyes got a little lost into each other.
“Even if, please check out today and go back to your apartment-”, “The hotel is too expensive for you to pay for my recovery, we get it”, Mingi was back to his normal bickering, his voice still raspy and forced as if it was kinda hurtful to talk.
Yunho just being glad to sleep in his own bed for the night…
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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...
