The Three Thousand Teachings of the Light Palace

"Baby, stop it—." "You said I'm your baby." "...Huh?" Yoo-young wore a wounded expression, his face a chaotic mix of satisfaction and dissatisfaction. Do-won couldn't understand why. In the silence, Yoo-young's voice flowed like a song. "...That's right." "So, you have to listen to me." "......" "Do-won hyung is my hyung, right?" The whisper in his ear sounded terribly affectionate and desolate. Perhaps that's why Do-won couldn't even try to stop him as he hugged him tightly and kissed him again. 'This isn't right. Really. Why is he doing this? You, you're supposed to do well after graduating high school, after becoming an adult, with someone else.' Do-won, who had transmigrated i...