a Love Scripted- Yungi Fic

kneel down and clear the stones of leaves

Mingi being all over the place was probably still an understatement. No idea what was wrong with him this past days, but at this point of time it was almost impossible to be prepared for all of the traps his brain was trying to catch him in. He didn’t remembered everything from last night but he cleary remembered enough. Feeling warm hands on his cheeks, someone waking him up, talking to him in a smoothing voice and finally bringing him to bed. Pictures and words flickering in his brain, kinda feeling like a dream as well. He remembered waking up the first time, grabbing a silky shirt, everything being fucking blurry after that, he wasn’t sure if he had fell asleep again, but he remembered being awake as someone had sat him down on the bed. Sinking into the sheets and pressing his face into the pillow as if his body was heavy like stones. But what he knew for sure was, that this person had been Jeong Yunho. The proof of it not being a dream was the fact that he woke up in the bed this morning and not in the living room where he had laid down.

Mingi getting out of bed without waking him up after that, the pillow not between them anymore but he wasn’t hugging him like the first night. Just being there. Sleeping after being sure that Mingi was alright. And a loud sigh escaped him for what felt like the hundred times as he was walking up and down in the living room and forcing himself to finally sit down. The coffee in his hand the only little anchor he had. The memories of the last days and especially last night was haunting him, his heart trembling scared - he didn’t want to allow the thought enough room to get him sad and anxious again. It had been a while since the last time he had a nightmare this bad, but the moment he was thinking rational about it, it made sense. Because Mingi also couldn’t remember the last time he had been really sick, the last time he had a fever that knocked him out for days and it was always his mom taking care of him back then…

He missed her.

He missed her so bad that it was torture to not being able to talk to her.

His father shameless enough to kick him out of his old apartment and even fucking trying to talk to Yunho about her. And for a moment he needed to let fresh air into his lungs as a heavy and painful knot of anger was building in the pit of his stomach. No idea against who, but it made him absolutely feral that his dad never talked about her, but was pathetic enough to mention her in front of Yunho.

“Good morning”, the latter was saying all of a sudden, letting Mingi rip his gaze up and seeing him standing there in the hallway in a black silky pajama. His heart being all over the place, a dangerous and confusing mix out of shame and anger and so many other emotions he couldn’t handle. It was never a lie, the moment Mingi was not making jokes or being sarcastic he didn’t know how to deal with shit.

“Mornin’”, was everything he was able to bring over his lips and even if Yunho was looking at him for a long moment, he was walking up into the kitchen. The air tensed and awkward but not as bad as Mingi had thought it would be. He made coffee, not saying a word, his back being the only thing facing him right now. And Mingi was thinking about standing up and going out, getting dressed and just leaving the apartment, but for some reason he was waiting. No idea for what, no idea what exactly he wanted Yunho to do but it needed to be something . Something that would rip him out of this impulsive and confusing cocktail out of thoughts about his caring words from last night but also the blank fact that he had his hand in his pants the other day. 

But nothing happened.

Making Mingi’s bounce his leg up and down nervously and biting his lip.

“What happened last night?”, he was able to ask shakinly, his voice smaller and quieter as he actually planned to. And Yunho seemed to look at him longer than it was normal. Grabbing his mug of fresh made coffee and turning around to him. Leaning against the tabletop and drinking a sip - for some reason he seemed calm and normal almost. No idea what normal even meant anymore.

“What do you mean?”, he was asking and Mingi could feel how his heart was clenching. For a second it turned into a twisted, strange game…

“I remember sleeping on the couch, but this morning I was in the bed”, he was saying, watching Yunho’s face carefully but for some reason he was not showing any sight of… anything . Mingi’s heart trembling in his chest, almost terrified about his answer.

“You can’t remember?”, he was asking, Mingi biting his lip strongly, “No…”,  “No fucking idea when but you came into the bedroom at one point at night. Why do you even ask?”, he was saying neutrally and for a moment it felt like a punch in his stomach. He was fucking lying. It was a blank lie and Mingi knew it, because he lied as well…

“Guess you missed my presence this much”, he was letting out a spiteful comment as Mingi was not responding and drinking a sip of his coffee, his brown eyes looking at him, his brows raised and his lips turning into a superior smile. And Mingi hated it so fucking much, he hated how thankful he was that this fucker was lying to him…

He could pretend it didn’t happen. He could pretend everything was like the way it was before.

“Shut up”, he was bitching, feeling how the knot in his stomach slowly opened itself up, feeling comfortable in the chaos, feeling relieved to not being forced to talk about it. Even if the little flame of confusion was still flickering in his heart - about the way Yunho took care of him, lying in order to not make him uncomfortable.

“Are you still feeling sick?”, the latter wanted to know in the next second and Mingi was ripping himself out of his thought once and for all. He remembered the way he had been looking at him the night before, throwing the medicine at him he actually forgot to take this morning…

“No…”, he was saying a little defeated, biting his bottom lip and looking down in his mug of coffee, “thank you, by the way”, “What? I didn’t hear you”, “I sad thank you ”, Mingi was saying louder, sending him a pissed expression. And for a moment it was absolutely unbearable to see the big and happy grin on his face.

“Guess I made you cum so good, that you got sick afterwards”, he was laughing out, causing Mingi to rip his eyes open shocked and reaching out for the first thing his hands got to grab. Throwing something in his direction, seeing Yunho stepping aside and a dull sound was ripping through the silence.

“Did you just fucking throw an apple at me?”, Yunho wanted to know shocked, and a disbelieving laugh was leaving his lips as he was looking at Mingi. The latter feeling anger rising in him, his heart beating so hard that he could feel it against his chest. It was a fucking fake apple, it wouldn’t hurt even if he had actually hit him.

“Don’t fucking think you won anything ”, he was threatening him and just a second after the grin was back on Yunho’s lips. 

“So you remember the night”, “I could make you a whimpering mess in seconds, so don't dare me”, “Is this a challenge?”, his counterpart wanted to know and again Mingi was biting his lip strongly. Probably not as strong as Yunho bite his neck the other day but he tried to get rid of the thought as fast as he entered his brain.

Both staring at each other for a long moment, probably too long, “you will regret making this a challenge”, until it was Mingi’s ringtone ripping them out of it. Letting air espace he didn’t know he was holding in and his eyes still needed a moment to leave Yunho’s face, as if he wouldn’t trust him enough to let him out of sight. And he could fucking get a challange if he wanted, he would regret ever mentioning making it one.