Because Yunho was absolutely exhausted . Not only the last two days was haunted by silence but the drive home as well. Both sitting next to each other, the radio and their breathing the only sound between them, as Mingi was even falling back asleep in the car. Covered in a big fluffy black jacket and his hair was smelling like shampoo after the forced shower in the hotel. His wet hair hiding under a equally fluffy hat to not catch a even bigger cold on the way home. Yunho was feeling his heartbeat being all over the place and he couldn’t even explain why. It was not that they needed to talk about it. They both were piss drunk for days before that, being forced into this situation of pretending to be a couple, there was no shame in starting something sexual. Maybe it would even make things easier for them…
But there was something in the way Mingi was not talking to him. Something in the way he was walking in the apartment with his back being the only thing that was facing Yunho, and he knew he just shouldn’t care about it.
“What are you doing?”, it was coming over his lips silently, as he could see that Mingi was just letting his suitcase beside the couch and letting his tired body falling down on it. In no need to change clothes since he was still wearing his hoodie and a sweatpants. Covering his legs with the blanket and getting rid of the jacket.
“Sleeping?”, he was just commenting annoyed and Yunho could feel the familiar clench in his stomach. Just fucking talk you stupid idiot, if I did something you didn’t like while we were drunk just say it I-
“So I have the bed for me, just like that?”, it was coming over his lips in a spiteful comment, biting his tongue as he could feel Mingi’s sharp eyes on him for a moment. He seemed slower in responding, no idea if it was the cold or him thinking about what to say.
“You want to catch a cold as well, idiot?”, he was hissing at him and for a moment Yunho was being silent. Really? This was the reason?
“I was with you in the hotel room for two days, if I haven't become infected during this time, then it certainly won't happen now either”, he was whispering annoyed, feeling like a teacher trying to explain biology to him.
“Do you want me to sleep with you in the bed this bad?”, Mingi was just saying, his voice raspy and dark and pissed, making Yunho feel like they took every step back they went further. Swallowing every thought or need to talk to him about the night in the hotel. It was just Mingi. This fucker wouldn’t change overnight. Why would he even care? It didn’t fucking matter, what was wrong with him anyway…
“Please spare me the fucking conversation”, he was giving up, fishing for something in the front zipper of his suitcase and firing it against Mingi chest. The medication he got in the hotel and Mingi needed to take for another two days.
“Bet it would set you on fucking fire if you say thank you for once”, he was hissing at him, before grabbing his bag and walking past him. His anger and heartbeat sinking low into his knees, as he was just closing the bedroom door behind him. Fuck him, he should have let him stand there on the door that night, he should have let him beg to get fucked and let him stand there…
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a Love Scripted- Yungi Fic
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