Chapter 77 (2/2)

He was trying to soothe the crying Mi again. The god must have taken some measures, as the subjects were no longer bullying him. But that didn’t bring them any closer.

“Stop crying.”

Myohan patted Mi’s shoulder slowly. Mi sobbed as if he had just lost his family, but he soon started to calm down. When he finally stopped, he muttered a thank-you and left. It was the first thank-you Myohan had ever gotten.

“You’re there, aren’t you?” Myohan spoke upward as he stretched his back. No answer came back, but he yawned and asked anyway, “I have a question.”

“What is it?”

The reply came from behind him. He turned around and saw the man with black eyes. He always pretended like he wasn’t there, even though he was always there. Myohan sighed.

“Name.” The man looked down at him, raising his silky eyebrows. Myohan’s clear eyes looked up at him and asked, “What is your name?”

“I don’t have one.”

The answer was too light. It didn’t sound like lying, and he wasn’t a man who would lie. Myohan was a bit surprised.

He asked again, “You don’t have a name?”

“I don’t have such a thing.”

He sounded as if he couldn’t care less about it.

“How can anyone not have a name?”

He glanced at Myohan. Then he smiled and touched Myohan’s cheek.

“You can give me a name then, cat.”

“How can I give you a name?”

Myohan snorted. He wasn’t good at giving names. He made it clear, but the man kept his smile.

“You gave the god his name.”

“Well, then…”

The man’s eyes looked somewhat familiar. They reminded him of something a little more overwhelming and enormous. Myohan grinned. As he thought of it, the man really resembled it.

“Jin.”

“….Jin?”

The man looked surprised. It was the first time he showed any kind of expression. Myohan liked it. He smiled and raised a finger, pointing at him. It made the man smile.

“Yes, Jin, the word for dragon. It fits you. So your name should be Jin…”

That was the moment the affection became love.

***

Myohan felt so drowsy. He couldn’t tell if he was still dreaming. He tossed and turned, twitching. His hands and feet felt normal.

I’ve changed back.

The moment he thought so, someone stroked his hair.

“Is it like a monkey catching the moon?” He spoke calmly. He stroked Myohan’s hair, his cheek then his neck. He placed his forehead on Myohan’s and went on. “Is it like a monkey trying to catch the moon reflected on a lake and drowning to death?”

He didn’t seem to know Myohan was awake. He usually sounded so relaxed, but at the moment he spoke with pain.

“Am I being equally reckless, trying to get you?”

Myohan couldn’t move his body after sleeping for so long. He wanted to open his eyes and call his lover, but he couldn’t. That was why he couldn’t get him as he kissed him once more and stood up to leave.

“Myohan, ” He managed to speak only when the man turned his back on him. He whispered.

“I can wait again. So please, wake up.”