Dancing Like Butterfly Wings 🦋 yungi [▶]

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Mingi enjoyed being alone.

In every class, he always took a seat in the back corner of the room. This included the general class on Deity Studies, where students from various majors at Cooperstone Institute could be in the same class, just choosing different times. That was, the timeslot they preferred.

At that time, Mingi was still in his first semester. Adapting to his busy schedule without joining any organizations, he chose Monday at 1 PM.

After finishing his lunch, he promptly entered the class, occupied a seat in the back corner, gazed out the window. These were the moments when he would contemplate something while observing the scenery outside, showcasing soccer club members engaging in activities on the back field.

He thought about when all of this would come to an end. About when he would graduate and leave this college because he didn't enjoy interacting with many people.

And every time a student tried to sit next to him, he always drove them away. If someone touched his arm just to greet him, he heated up his body to a hundred degrees Celsius, causing anyone to quickly retract their hand from Mingi's body. Always like that, until everyone knew that he never wanted to be disturbed. And they left him alone in that corner of the classroom.

One day in the same class, he saw a guy with ocean-blue hair sitting a few rows in front of him. The guy was in conversation with a close friend Mingi didn't know. Mingi had never seen the blue-haired guy before. He also had never been interested in paying attention to anyone in class before. Usually, he focused on the professor, or more precisely, the lesson. But this guy was different. Mingi might have been drawn to the refreshing color of his hair that quenched his thirst. Who knows?

And his admiration for the guy increased when he saw him explain the answer to a difficult question posed by the professor. He explained in front of the class after being pointed out by the professor. He could articulate well and smoothly, as if there was an encyclopedia in his head.

Mingi wasn't the only one impressed by the intelligence of this guy. The whole class applauded as the guy finished explaining with a soothing smile. Unconsciously, Mingi joined the applause. Another thing he had never done before. Because for him, appreciating someone's hard work wasn't important.

"Good job, Jung Yunho. That was truly genius."

Oh, so his name was Jung Yunho?

"Thank you, Sir."

"Please return to your seat, Phaedon."

Oh, so his demigod name was Phaedon?

Yunho went back to his seat, greeted by San, who promptly patted Yunho's sturdy shoulder. "I can't help but agree with the old man. You were truly amazing!"

Yunho waved his hand. "It's not much, really."

They seemed close, and instantly Mingi felt jealous of the son of Fortuna.

Oh, right. I heard Choi San is the son of Fortuna. His mother must always be on his side. No wonder he was so lucky to have Yunho as a friend.

Mingi felt willing to see Yunho more often, even if they were not friends or even talked. Observing him from a distance was enough.

For now, yes.

By the way, Yunho has an organized schedule for organizations, so today, he takes Deity Studies class on Monday at 1 PM. Exactly the class Mingi chose.

Unfortunately, Yunho only does it on that day.

So, Mingi started thinking of ways to see Yunho more.

Choi San, or the demigod named Europe, was not the only student making Mingi jealous of their closeness with Yunho.