With U // YunGi

Unwanted Wish

It was almost two in the afternoon when the meeting finished. Nothing was confirmed yet, but  Yunho could tell the co-CEO was much more cooperating than Mingi's  father. If he agreed to sell the hospital, it would be very good news  for Jongho.

Seated on the chairs at  the hospital lobby, Yunho looked down at his left shoulder, where  Jongho's head laid. The director had refused the suggestion to take a  cab home, and had insisted that his driver would arrive soon. Twenty  minutes passed, and, with the driver no where to be seen, Jongho dozed off on  Yunho's shoulder.

Jongho was frowning in his sleep, and Yunho sighed, stroking his hair gently to try comfort him in his dreams.

maybe if you weren't born in the first place your mother would still be alive

Even though Yunho was an  orphan, he winced as he recalled the harsh words of Jongho's father. It  didn't help that it was almost the death anniversary of Jongho's  mother. Despite never seeing her in his whole life, Jongho loved his  mom, or at least the idea of having one. No one could relate better than  Yunho, who had lost both his parents at a young age.

"Everything will be  alright, Jongho," Yunho whispered. "I don't know if you can hear me, but  I just want to let you know that I'll always be by your side and  support you as a hyung, because we are family."

Jongho moved his head  and Yunho was relieved to see that his eyebrows were no longer knitted.  "Besides, you have Yeosang looking out for you. Once our contract ends,  don't worry about me and date the person you like."

Yunho's hand wandered to  his own chest area, where it felt sore all of a sudden. He massaged it,  but he knew it was a vain attempt to remove the discomfort. At the  mention of Yeosang, he was reminded of Mingi, and as much as he tried to  deny it, he missed the doctor a lot.

A faint buzz shifted  Yunho's attention to Jongho's jacket pocket. As he took the phone out,  he felt a presence watching him. He looked up and was stunned to see Mingi standing in front of him.

Too startled that his unconscious wish to see the man come true, all Yunho could do was glance down at his phone.

🚘 Yang 🚘
I am so sorry, Director-nim. There is a traffic jam, and I will be 10-20 minutes late.

Yunho fired a quick text back telling the driver not to worry and tucked the phone back in Jongho's designer bag, careful not to move his shoulder too much in fear of waking him up.

Mentally prepared now, he looked up at Mingi, yet he still couldn't stop himself from smiling. "Hey, long time no see," he whispered.

Instead of returning the greeting nicely, Mingi continued to stare with a grumpy expression.

"Oh, um, Jongho and I were just meeting your uncle earlier. He didn't sleep much last night." Yunho chuckled uncertainly, hoping against hope that the doctor was also happy to see him. "Taking a break?"

Mingi tore his gaze away from the sleeping director, who looked peaceful and comfortable leaning up against Yunho. "I didn't manage to get lunch earlier."

Yunho winced at Mingi's loud voice. He could be making things up, but it sounded like Mingi was accusing him. Even so, he kept a friendly smile on his face, thinking of a way to cheer the hungry man up.

In a low voice, he said, "ah, I'm sorry to hear that. We haven't eaten either. I'd like to join you now, but..." He gestured to Jongho sheepishly. "He can sleep like a pig sometimes. Look, even if I blow on his face--" He blew on Jongho's face, a few strands of black hair lifted away from the forehead by the wind. "Or even if I poke him--" He poked Jongho on the nose, a gentle push, like pressing a button.