True Blue 🎸 yungi [▶]

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[Yunho]

"What else do I need to see after this?

You who put the ring on his ring finger and said, 'Will you marry me?' Then ran away with him from everything that restrained you?

Shit! Why does it have to be like this?

No, even if in the end, you'll still marry him with all the risks in another country that allows such things, at least you should know.

"I love you, Song Mingi."

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[Writer]

His footsteps reluctantly moved from there.

From behind a slightly open door. The room behind it was dark, but the keen eyes of the man could recognize the two figures inside.

"Mingi..." then a moan was heard afterward.

Turning around, Yunho held his chest and glared into the darkness of the room.

Irregular breaths were heard.

There was true anger.

Yunho should have left right away. But he chose to wait, letting his ears suffer a bit. This was usual.

"You were getting better, Seonghwa..."

He pressed his chest slightly. Something hurt there.

"Mingi..." After that, a loud groan was heard.

Yunho should have been the one groaning. It should have been him. He was the one in pain.

Soon, the moans were replaced by the exhausted breaths of two swollen lips from too much kissing.

"You are my best bunny..."

Yunho watched. The man. He nibbled Mingi's nose gently.

"You naughty hyung," Mingi said as he helped Seonghwa get up from the floor of their band's practice studio.

Yunho returned to where he waited before. Closing his eyes, he adjusted what needed to be adjusted. His breath. His thoughts. His heart. The beats of his heart. The flow of his blood. And... his statement.

"Earlier, Mingi, you were a bit rough. My hole was really burn." Seonghwa exited the dark room while fixing his belt position.

"Yunho?!" Seonghwa slightly accelerated his movements to tidy up his belt. "Since when were you here?" Park Seonghwa, the keyboardist of a band named Utopia, looked uneasy. Adjusting his loose t-shirt, he covered the purplish kiss mark there.

"Just now, hyung. Is Mingi inside?" Yunho responded coldly.

Feeling guilty, Seonghwa only nodded with a worried face. "Yunho, please don't tell Hongjoong about this? Please... just you, okay?"

Yunho lifted one of his unique lips. Taking a breath, he nodded lazily when he exhaled.

"Great! You are indeed the coolest bassist I've ever known. Mingi is inside. Just meet him. I'll go first, okay?" Seonghwa's long legs walked casually – slightly awkwardly splayed – occasionally turning back to glance at Yunho's chubby, slightly feminine face with his shoulder-length hair tied in a ponytail. The tall man stared at the beautiful man in silence.

After that rude man completely disappeared, Yunho's steps swung confidently.

He had to say it now.

No, no. It wasn't about telling Mingi that Seonghwa already belonged to Hongjoong and vice versa. That the man named Song Mingi was just a third wheel and not forever. No, the man named Song Mingi had had enough of being told.

Yunho wanted to say something else.

"Mingi, I love you. I love you. I love you." The dark room's door, now bright, was closed now. Yunho stood agitated with the same murmuring for some time. "I might go crazy." He was about to press the door knob. But he held back. "I can't." Long and hurried steps. Like a night thief caught by the guard's eyes. "No, not now. I'll find the right time." He mumbled.

He tightened the zipper of his red leather jacket. He clasped his hands together and rubbed them briskly, creating heat.

The tall man stopped.

"But I have to say it." Turning around, with half a run, he walked along the same corridor he passed five seconds ago.

"Mingi." Yunho unconsciously mumbled. He was back standing at the door of their practice studio. Even though now, from inside, the sound of drums being played with full beats could be heard. And Yunho started the same activity as before.

"Mingi, I love you." Yunho's facial expressions seemed to change masks several times.

"Mingi, actually I—" Ah, too clumsy.

"Mingi, did you know? How my heart truly burned for you?" No, too dramatic.

"Mingi, listen, I love you." Yunho roughly scratched his otherwise fine ponytail. Not itchy at all.

"Yo! Mingi! Wanna hear something? I love you, my man!" Huh, trying to be cool.

"Mingi, it's, ah, no, maybe next time. See you." Coward. Yunho really wanted to leave now. Until the noisy drum sound from inside the studio suddenly stopped.

Yunho's heart twitched. A moment later, a few notes of the keyboard were heard from inside.

Then,

Click

Boldly, Yunho entered. Summoning the courage to show himself.

"Hi Yunho." The man only wore a thin white T-shirt. It was the worst winter that almost killed Yunho in the cold air. Whether Yunho couldn't stand the cold, or the hellish heat embraced this man?

"Did you have dinner?" Mingi laughed after asking so. "Stupid of me to ask, Mr. Jung Yunho hadn't had dinner at this hour?" The man glanced at his watch. Its short hand had been on eleven for about ten minutes. "Your chubby cheeks and rubbery belly must have had a big meal hours ago." Only Mingi's crisp laughter echoed there. Yunho stared at him in silence. Was he lamenting?

Mingi realized that only he enjoyed his joke. While Yunho's silence was wrapped in the quiet of their band's studio at night. Mingi didn't understand what to do. The bassist in this Utopia band was often unpredictable. Sometimes enjoyable, but sometimes annoying.

Making Mingi curious.

Wanting to guess.

But still unpredictable.

"What was wrong?" Mingi stood and nervously rubbed his palms together. As if touching Seonghwa's keyboard was a fatal sin.

"Is it because you are hungry?" Yunho, on the contrary, asked. Mingi frowned, then realized. The person he was talking to was Jung Yunho. Did you know what that meant? The rubber belly, who was sometimes talkative, with an angelic face and an evil personality in one package.

Smiling, Mingi nodded briefly. Then he reached for Yunho's hand and gripped it smoothly. "Want to join me for a meal?"

Yunho didn't know whether to be happy or confused with that invitation. But he followed anyway.

Walking through the quiet streets around their band's basecamp.