Dancing Like Butterfly Wings 🦋 yungi [▶]

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Yunho furrowed his brow in reaction to the shock. Shocked for the second time.

"Are you listening to me, Thanos Athenasius Song?"

"B-but why? Why him? If you want a touch like that, I can do it!"

"But I want the handsome and very adorable Hongjoong hyung."

"Why is your request so strange? Saying he's handsome too?"

"Well, it's the truth. If I say he's not handsome, I'll be imprisoned for lying. Besides, why are you protesting? You’re the one who said you’d try to give me anything I want, no matter how strange my requests are, right?"

"I—"

"Forget it. Go back to sleep. Sorry for bothering you."

Mingi felt guilty again.

But above all, he thought he would fail to get more love from his partner and would end up with deep disappointment for not fulfilling his request. And he would feel guilty forever.

He glanced at the digital clock on his nightstand.

"Half past twelve. If not sleeping, Hongjoong hyung must be busy with Seonghwa hyung right now," he muttered softly. But the night was so quiet, only the sound of crickets creating a symphony. Their harmony did not drown out Mingi's mutterings in Yunho's ear.

And yes, it was a free week. For a week, his friends swapped rooms to sleep with their partners. Seonghwa slept in Hongjoong and Wooyoung's room. Wooyoung slept in San and Yeosang's room. Yeosang slept in Jongho and Seonghwa's room.

Mingi was grateful that he and Yunho did not need to join that hassle with their friends to sleep in one room with their partner.

"That's why I said forget it."

Mingi grabbed the thick blanket covering Yunho.

"You really want Olympius’s touch?"

"It’s not me who wants it. It's our Song Dahyun who wants it."

"Really?"

Yunho nodded.

Looking at Yunho's slightly rounded belly, Mingi spoke to their baby.

"Why would you want someone else to rub you rather than your own father, huh? Naughty kid." In the last sentence, he gave Yunho's belly a playful poke.

The poked spot chuckled rhythmically, as if its annoyance evaporated into the air. He always found it amusing to watch Mingi interact with their baby. It always warmed his chest cavity.

About five minutes later, the son of Zeus was now in Yunho and Mingi’s bedroom.

With the son of Hera, of course.

Seonghwa knew he could feel the night air around him heating up if he dared to witness his lover showing affection to the son of Poseidon. But staying there to witness that unforgettable event was the best decision he made. He didn’t want anything unwanted to happen. Especially since the most playboy demigod at Cooperstone Institute, Kim Hongjoong, could easily be possessed by underworld spirits. Or at least that’s what Seonghwa’s paranoid mind feared.

It wasn’t that Seonghwa didn’t trust his lover, who had become the most faithful demigod in the world since loving Seonghwa. Just in case, there's no harm in doing it though.

He didn’t know that it was actually his own mother who had made Yunho want Hongjoong’s gentle touch due to Mingi’s prayers.

So ironic.

Kleopatra, Mama's favorite child besides Hercules, Kim Seokjin, Yoo Kihyun, Lee Taeyong, and Yoon Jeonghan, forgive Mama. Mama couldn't bear to see Thanos’s pleading face—Mama’s nephew and your cousin—when he prayed and begged Mama. Besides, it’s a chance to test if he could truly be a good future husband for Phaedon—Mama’s other nephew and cousin—so it’s not a bad thing, right? Mama promises, after all this is over, you can go back to having fun with Olympius—Mama’s beloved stepson and your stepbrother—as much as you want. -Goddess Hera, 2k21

By the way, you wouldn’t want to know what this son of Hera and Zeus couple was doing when Mingi knocked on Hongjoong-Wooyoung’s room next to his and Yunho’s to ask—more precisely beg and plead and half-force—Hongjoong to come to his room for the reason he had explained. Mingi hadn’t begged or pleaded since he last did it with San nearly a year ago to ask to share a room with Yunho. Mingi had only begged in his life for Yunho.

Seonghwa could only take a deep breath and release it slowly as Hongjoong's hand touched Yunho’s smooth belly. Hongjoong must be enjoying his current activity. But Seonghwa had to stay calm. He was struggling to keep his negative emotions from overflowing. After all, he was a son of a mother goddess, so he should understand how Yunho suffered battling hormonal fluctuations and burning desires due to cravings.

"Do you want me to help rub your chest?" Mingi offered.

"Don’t get any funny ideas!"

Mingi took a few steps back when he saw Seonghwa clenching his fists in the air. When Seonghwa used his physical presence, no one could win the fight—except maybe in a match with Hongjoong on the most comfortable and soft place you call a bed.

"Chill, I'm just trying to calm you."

"I can do it myself, but you've just ruined everything."

Mingi wasn’t lying when he said he only intended to calm Seonghwa. Denotatively and literally. Nothing more. He was a Yunho-sexual, not interested in any other demigod besides Yunho himself. Okay, maybe he had once fallen in love and had a special relationship with a daughter of Poseidon named Son Chaeyoung. But that was just a typical first love.

It seemed Yunho and Hongjoong were so focused on their activity that they were not disturbed by the small commotion happening around them.

Trying to interrupt, Seonghwa cleared his throat. "Are you done with the rubbing?"

"Not yet. Olympius can’t stop until I fall asleep." Yunho answered as casually as walking from Hades’s palace to Hypnos’s cave. The opposite of the inquiring reaction.

"For Zeus’s sake! How long? Until when?!" Seonghwa asked urgently.

"Well, I don’t know? Just until I manage to fall asleep." Yunho turned to Hongjoong beside him. "Come on, continue." Plus, he gave a handsome, sweet, and deadly smile. Hongjoong, the former number one playboy in the demigod college, couldn’t resist? Especially with them lying on the same bed.

Who is Yunho’s real lover? Mingi himself rarely slept in the same bed with Yunho unless they had just engaged in adult activities.

Yunho smiled widely and happily. "I like your touch. It makes me feel comfortable."

Hearing that, Mingi looked horrified. Meanwhile, Seonghwa facepalmed and quickly walked out of the room, feeling that the room was really exuding hot air, emitting an oppressive atmosphere. Maybe Mingi forgot to turn on the air conditioner. Or he was the one heating up the room with the fire from his own body due to jealousy? Who knows? Seonghwa had no desire to guess. The events of the night had instantly ruined his good mood.