Dancing Like Butterfly Wings 🦋 yungi [▶]

8

The truths revealed by Mingi

"The heck. So, all this time, you were the one who made us roommates like this?" was Yunho's response when Mingi revealed the first truth. "No wonder you're friends with San. Turns out, you have your motives."

"Well, not really. Over time, I formed a genuine friendship with him along with sincere feelings. I feel a comfort when pouring my heart out to him, about anything. He's the best confidant I've ever had."

"Exactly. He's pleasant to talk to. He always listens and responds well to our words. He can also keep someone's secret well."

"Yeah, I feel lucky to have a friend like him."

Yunho remained silent. Mingi saw his boyfriend suddenly lost in thought.

"Hey, what's wrong, baby?"

Yunho shook his head. "Nothing. It's just that hearing you fight for me so much makes me feel valued."

"You really are," Mingi paused, "Something precious, worth fighting for. For that was why I did it all."

Yunho smiled momentarily, feeling flattered, before his expression changed again quickly.

"But was it necessary to torture me by ignoring me for over a semester? Annoying."

Mingi chuckled and apologized to Yunho for that.

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"Hey! I thought you were wandering around or something, turns out, all this time, you've always been with me in the room?" was Yunho's response when Mingi revealed the second truth.

As usual, he felt both annoyed and flattered at the same time. Not sure which way to lean. Flattered, maybe? Because a sweet reality had successfully covered his irritation.

What made him feel like he was floating on Olympus was the fact that for more than six months, every night, Mingi always directed a pair of eyes at him in the room. Only him. Always there with him. Not ignoring or even leaving him.

"Because if I show my form, I'll be caught watching you. That would be very embarrassing."

"Fuck it, Song Mingi. I hate you more than anything."

Mingi just laughed heartily hearing his lover's exasperated shout.

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"Pervert. Shameless. Hentai. Bastard. Fuck it. Just die, Song Mingi. Go to Tartarus!" was Yunho's response when Mingi revealed the third truth. Or, the last one where Mingi hid something behind Yunho's back.

"I've been to Tartarus too many times when Papa Hades asked me to monitor the torture for the Titans."

Mingi's response made Yunho mentally create four angular elbows on his temples. Beware, he would drag his annoying lover to the bottom of the Mariana Trench to drown him altogether.

"The hell. Anyway, you're the worst demigod in all of Olympus, Earth, and the Underworld. Even Hongjoong hyung, who changed lovers dozens of times, is much better than you."

"But, dear, we have mutual feelings. So it's okay, right?"

"Yeah, but we hadn't confessed our feelings to each other back then."

"We only confessed our feelings after having sex for three rounds, in case you forgot? Does that make you a hentai too?" Mingi said it casually. It was true, but it really triggered more of Yunho's bad emotions.

"Still. You've been spying on me in the shower, refused to admit that it was your nosebleed. Instead, you boldly accused me of menstruating."

Yunho was about to unleash his Taekwondo moves on Mingi, but his movements were successfully stopped by himself, as if paralyzed when Mingi quickly pulled him into an embrace.

Making Yunho completely powerless.

Making him hate himself for being so weak with the intimacy Mingi provided.

He loved Mingi so much, and that strong feeling made him helpless.

Is this what it feels like to be enslaved by love?

As far as he could remember, when he was in a relationship with Tzuyu, it wasn't as bad as this?

Why with Mingi...

Ah, forget it. He's angry at Mingi right now, so he immediately shook his head vigorously to dispel all the charms of the son of Hades clinging to his head.

He grabbed Mingi's shirt collar roughly, dragging him onto his bed.

"Hey, my love," Mingi said, "just relax," feeling puzzled by Yunho's behavior.

Such a fool. Yunho was going to invite Mingi to wrestle. He was going to beat Mingi thoroughly.