Dancing Like Butterfly Wings 🦋 yungi [▶]

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The following night, the same pattern occurred again. It seemed as if it had become routine for Mingi to witness this.

"Now Jung Wooyoung?! Are you serious?! Who’s next tomorrow?!"

"Yeah... I don't know, tomorrow hasn’t happened yet?" Yunho backed away cautiously. Mingi looked like he wanted to eat someone or slaughter souls and titans.

The son of Hades rubbed his face roughly.

So for the third time, he had to go to his friend’s room to ask to go with him, feeling guilty about his friend’s partner, and then watch his own lover be touched by another man?

Now he regretted his plea to Hera if it turned out that the desires of the yearning were indeed this hard to fulfill.

From now on, he would pray to Fortuna for all this to end quickly.

"If you don’t want to, you don’t have to—"

"I’ll do it." He had already promised himself. He wouldn’t break it and would remain a true man.

He knocked on his lover's baby bump and spoke to the unborn child. "Listen, my child. When you’re born into this world, you’ll have to pay your debt to Father, understand?"

And five minutes later, the same pattern as the previous nights unfolded.

This time, Choi San stood beside him to watch Wooyoung bring Yunho into a warm embrace on the bed.

Mingi seemed used to it, though another part of his mind was sarcastically screaming at the other part of his brain that he was still not used to this.

"I’ll just go back to my room, yeah?" San said, then quickly left through the door. Tonight, he was unlucky—maybe it was because it was already late and he had run out of energy to protect himself within any luck, or perhaps his mother wasn’t on his side because Hera was stronger and more powerful, forbidding Fortuna, her grandchild, from stopping Mingi’s demonstration of devotion and love for his partner.

Well, San was the same as Seonghwa. They weren’t as cold as Yeosang, who didn’t immediately react when made jealous.

Mingi followed San’s steps, who continued walking straight down the corridor and entered the elevator to head to the dorm’s dining room on the ground floor. San sat quietly at the long, empty dining table. Silent. No residents ever ate dinner after 9 PM. Mingi made him a regular cup of coffee using the coffee machine there and sat next to him.

"How is it? Feeling more relaxed?"

San nodded with a smile. "Coffee is the best, after my mom."

It seemed like they would wait quite a while since Yunho had asked Wooyoung to keep holding him until he fell into a deep sleep.

And thinking about it, San’s feelings became mixed.

He had to sip his coffee again.

Instead of drinking it slowly, he drank it all at once, full of emotion, and immediately spat it out.

"Hot! Oh my god, sorry!" He grabbed a few tissue papers from the table and quickly cleaned up the mess he made. Tonight, he was really unlucky.

"Alright, alright, it’s fine. Let me handle it. You should clean up the drops on your mouth." Mingi handed some tissue to his friend and grandson, then grabbed a few more to clean up the spill on San’s chest.

If only there was a son of Poseidon or a son of Aphrodite passing by. Everything would be much easier.

"I’ll make you a new cup of coffee."

"No need to bother, I won’t be able to sleep until morning and then I won’t be able to get up for class."

"True."