Dancing Like Butterfly Wings 🦋 yungi [▶]

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"Well, here it is. Can I borrow it, hyung?"

Without the owner's approval, Yunho snatched the flash drive from Seonghwa's side without a word.

"Hyung?" Yunho felt puzzled as Seonghwa continued to stare at him without saying a word.

"Hyung, why was he dumbfounded seeing me? Is there really nothing on my body?" This time, Yunho asked Hongjoong, whose facial expression seemed more relaxed.

"Something is sticking to your body – you're the carrier," Hongjoong teased, holding back his laughter. Not that it helped to answer Yunho.

"Huh? What? I don't understand your point."

"Naive kid." But was he really naïve? Probably. That's why he could get pregnant so easily, Hongjoong thought.

"Hello, Mister Cleopatra, can you hear me?" Yunho spoke to Seonghwa again.

The addressed finally blinked and came to his senses. "Huh? Oh, yes. Huh? No, no! Who said I wanted to lend it to you? I need it too!" He snatched back the small square object from Yunho's hand.

"Seonghwa, don't be like that. Look at what you've done to him."

Seonghwa looked at Yunho again, finding his former roommate from two years ago seeming like there were shards of glass in his clear eyes. If he were a baby, he would probably have whimpered as a sign that he was about to cry because his toy was taken away.

This wasn't the Jung Yunho that Seonghwa knew. He knew Yunho was a strong person. Even after being injured in basketball and taekwondo, Yunho was very resilient and never shed a tear. Why would he suddenly look like he was about to cry over such a trivial matter as a flash drive?

"Oh my, Yunho, what's wrong?" Seonghwa panicked and felt guilty, "Do you have a problem? Tell me. I'm sorry; I didn't mean to add to your burden by refusing to lend you my things."

Yunho took a deep breath, exhaled slowly, and tried to modulate his voice to avoid sounding shaky. It would be embarrassing. It had been a long time since they shared a room, and Yunho never showed his vulnerable side to his beloved senior.

"I don't know, hyung. I'm confused. Maybe I'm a bit stressed about this internship report; I'm almost overwhelmed. Sorry, I didn't mean to show my weak side in front of you. This just happened, and I don't know why I couldn't hold it back."

"If that's the case, don't hold back. Let it all out."

"No, I won't. I am the strongest man you've ever known."

"That's not true; the strongest man he's ever known is Jongho," Hongjoong quipped, still wanting to be part of their conversation. "Ouch! That hurts, dear..." He rubbed his head, just smacked by Seonghwa, receiving a signal from his friend that seemed to say, "You can say something better to comfort him in a situation like this."

Yunho laughed at Hongjoong's pain, and Seonghwa joined in. It seemed like Yunho could momentarily forget his life's problems.

"It looks like I need to go back home. I miss Papa Poseidon and Mama Jung. I feel like I really need their hugs."

"If that's the case, finish your task quickly. It will motivate you to return to the underwater realm and go home to your parents." Seonghwa accompanied that statement with his signature warm smile. The warmth could be felt by Yunho, spreading throughout his body. Not just him – anyone who saw that smile would feel the same. The influence of Seonghwa's smile was truly remarkable.

No wonder a playboy like Kim Hongjoong kneeled before him.

"Alright, do you want to print, too? I also want to print my thesis. So, we can use my flash drive together."