Dancing Like Butterfly Wings 🦋 yungi [▶]

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"Love, I can't sleep."

"Again?"

It was the next night, and Yunho’s midnight restlessness was back.

Could it be he’s addicted to Hongjoong's touch?

Because, yes, Seonghwa admitted that Hongjoong's touch carried a certain allure—like nicotine, especially his sensual touch, like an unfiltered cigarette. It was incredibly satisfying.

Well, if Seonghwa said so, it was fine.

But Yunho?

No, no. That can't happen. Mingi couldn’t even imagine it for a second. Thank you very much.

No, don't worry.

Yunho longed for something else tonight.

"What did you say?! CHOI JONGHO?!!! Ow!" Mingi rubbed his thick lips, just slapped rather hard by his lover. His yell was piercing.

"Just answer more quietly; it’s already late, and I'm not deaf. No need to shout so loud, you bumpkin."

"But love—"

"And there’s no ‘but,’ because in the end, you'll grant the request."

Sure, but... not Darius too! If he showed up, Aphrodisia might come along.

No way. Kang Yeosang can't be here!

Five minutes later, Jongho and Yeosang were in Yunho and Mingi's room.

Well, so much for that.

Oh well, it's fine. What matters is that Yunho’s request (honorable Boss Baby, Choi Jongho) was now here.

Yeosang had just been honest when he said that when Mingi arrived at Seonghwa and Jongho's room, where Yeosang had been staying for a few nights, the couple was just sleeping, exhausted from completing college assignments and working on a PowerPoint presentation for the next day.

Mingi hoped Yeosang wouldn’t get sassy with his usual irritating words. That was the main reason he didn’t want to see Yeosang.

But if Yeosang did, Mingi could only surrender. Oh well, what can he do?

"Can we start?" Yunho asked.

"Whenever you're ready," replied the son of the god of war, short, clear, and to the point. Yes, straight to the heart of Mingi.

I should be the one saying something like that to my Yunho!!!

While Mingi was fussing in his mind, Yeosang just smiled faintly, shaking his head, "These guys, honestly," he said calmly.

A reaction entirely opposite to Seonghwa’s the day before.

Mingi started wondering if descendants of the goddess of love couldn't be enslaved by love because they were the ones who made others worship them.

Then, in the next moment, both witnesses saw Jongho softly kissing the surface of Yunho’s stomach.

Mingi heard Yeosang wince.

Wait.

Was Yeosang jealous?

So, he could feel that too?

"Done?" Jongho asked Yunho.

The questioned one nodded enthusiastically. "Thank you, my nephew. Now that my wish is granted, I think I can sleep more peacefully."

"Good," Jongho said, rising and bidding farewell to the couple in room 68, "we'll head back to my room now."

"Please take good care of Uncle Phaedon, Uncle Thanos. You're terrifying, you know. Just breathing sends out a dark aura, covering this room in dark fog up to the ceiling."

There it was. What Mingi had feared had come true.

"Kang Yeosang!"

"What? It’s just showing concern for friends and family. Stop advising me not to say whatever I want, honorable and lustful Boss Choi Jongho."

"Pfffttt." Mingi held back laughter.

Yes, he held it back. Because laughing out loud wasn’t his style.

"How does it feel?" Yeosang asked.

"Feel what?" Jongho looked confused.

"That, kissing Phaedon's stomach."

"Nothing special. I didn't feel any flutter, not like when I'm kissing your stomach." Jongho replied plainly, genuinely not intending to be cheesy.

Yeosang laughed loudly in his low voice, satisfied with his cousin and lover's response.

Okay, now Mingi could understand that Yeosang had his own way of willingly being enslaved by love.