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When Yoongi opens his eyes, he finds himself on some park near an unknown river. He grumbles as he glares at the sun shining up above with white puffy clouds and blue sky. It’s a beautiful day with birds chirping and flowers begins to bud. It was the first day of spring and everything is coming back to life after 3 months of hibernation. He glares at the sun in disdain as his senses slowly return to him. The silver haired man groans and forces himself to sit upright. His brows creases as the wetness at the back of his black shirt slowly makes its presence known. It has gotten wet due to lying on the grass (presumably wet due to melted snow).Frankly, Yoongi is man who has 10:1 ratio of what he couldn’t stand to what he can. And being wet is one of the things he cant stand. “I’m going to kill Namjoon.” He seethes as memories of being pushed into the loophole flashes through his cold, bluish grey eyes. Yoongi had a small dispute with Namjoon before he was so rudely interrupted by his own advisor.‘You need to settle things with Suran. Things are really looking bad for her and if you don’t help her, she might really get turned against this time.’ Now, how many times have Yoongi heard this? Thrice in a span of 5 years. Suran have always managed to make things alright again when given time. So why is this time any different? ‘Also, you need to visit your mother on time, this year. I can’t handle her wrath last year when you decided to bail at the last moment. How many years has it been since you last saw her? 17? 20?’ His advisor patiently reminded him for the umpteenth time this week. Yoongi was at the end of the thin and fragile rope known as his patience. If he ever hears Namjoon bringing up his mother again for the 132,510th time, he swears in his father’s name that he will end Namjoon himself.‘You know I can’t help it. I am a regent until my father returns.’ Yoongi said and the blonde man next to him sighs dejectedly. Yoongi knows that the stress of managing a kingdom hasn’t only taken a toll on him but on his advisor as well. He knows that Namjoon means well and is trying to help him make wise decisions but he is a prince to his people first. ‘I am sure Suran can come and pay us a visit here herself and I haven’t been visiting my mother for only 15 years. Don’t exaggerate it, Namjoon and I’m sure it feels like only what? 6 months have passed-‘‘9 months.’ Namjoon corrected.‘Right, 9 months have passed and it’s not even that long and my mother will understand. Now, call the members of the council for a meeting. I need to speak with them urgently about your birth home. I hear it’s worse this time round. It had really gotten down to -310 degrees and my demons are freezing over there.’
‘You don’t need to worry about Athara. What you need to worry is about your position on Earth. Suran can’t keep filling in for you. The dhampirs and the ghouls are going berserk and Suran’s army can’t hold up against them any longer. The dispute is very bad, Yoongi. They are going against the pact and they are going to have Suran’s head if you’re not going to do anything.’
‘I am going to do something and I am going to Earth as soon as I’m done with my duties here. You’re not helping by having this conversation with me.’ Yoongi creased his eyebrows as he wonders when did Namjoon learn to talk back to his words while the said blonde demon glares at the prince as he tries to ignore the loud voices inside his head to hit the royal highness square in the face for being so stubborn. But he obviously decides against it for he knows Yoongi isn’t kind enough to let him pass with just half his bones broken.‘Your duties as a prince will never stop.’ Namjoon tries again. He is truly worried for the things going on in the world above them and he is getting desperate and frustrated that Yoongi doesn’t seem bothered. ‘You need to get up to the surface.’‘I don’t see why you’re so worried. We have Jeongguk up there.’ Yoongi said despite knowing how his little brother enjoys the bloodshed and war. He knows that Jeongguk is own version of Ares and the golden boy has never let him down before so he doesn’t understand why this is any different. But before Yoongi could even say more, a loophole appears before his feet and Namjoon flashes him a smirk.
‘Say hello to Queen Yoo Jung for me.’
The silver-haired adolescent with fair skin rips the green grass off the ground as he tries to control his temper so the grass in his palms down burst into flames. I ought to change my advisor. He thought spitefully. This isn’t a great start for him. For one, he isn’t completely sure where he is, as he just thought of wherever his mother might be with hopes that the loophole will bring him to where she is. But vagueness isn’t what loopholes obey to and he ended up in a park where humans are found lingering around. Great. He rolls his eyes. Yoongi takes in a deep breath despite how uncomfortable the wet shirt feels like clinging onto his skin is and he couldn’t deny that he actually does like the clean air right after winter. After all, he couldn’t deny what his other half is made from.Yoongi is the first-born child of Hades, the King of Infernum and his mother, Min Yoo Jung, the goddess of spring. He is the only heir and first in line to the throne which he has been taking for a while now that his father had embarked on a journey many moons ago with his brothers Zeus and Poseidon to find their father, Kronos.The reason behind their impromptu journey is that a prophecy was bestowed upon them like lightning on a beautiful, peaceful night. Cassandra of Troy was visiting Apollo’s Temple one night when the tales of the future flashes against her irises. She described the disaster as a sea of flames engulfing Paradisus – Olympus to be exact and in the middle of it all is a creature who has the features of a mere mortal. The fire was so strong that even Poseidon’s water couldn’t tame it as it burns everything that stand in its way whereas Zeus’s lightning did little to no damage against the mortal. Upon seeing the raging fire, angels have tried bringing the ice from Infernum’s Athara but alas, the ice melt against the raging fire. It was total chaos as bright orange and amber burns in Cassandra’s eyes. And as Paradisus burns to death, Infernum freezes up for there is no Paradisus without Infernum and vice versa. She’s seeing the end of both Paradisus and Infernum and it all ended in the hands of the said creature.She had summoned Hermes that very night and told him of the final prophecy she saw before killing herself in the temple of a God that she resents with her whole existence. She has decided that she will not take sides and there’s a wicked voice in her head which did not belong to any of the goddesses that taunts Cassandra to let the gods who have done no justice to her and her people die. Hermes had flown back to Paradisus in a haste and barged in the Zeus’s golden chateau in the heart of Paradisus – Olympus as soon as he got there. Once the message was relayed to Zeus, he had called for an emergency meeting one so big that it includes the King of Infernum himself.Yoongi was still young when he followed his father, Hades to Olympus for weeks with no end. Yoongi didn’t do so well in the friend department but still to make a friend in Olympus who was shunned for not being beautiful. Nevertheless, he still remembers the chaos and the hushed voices of older gods and goddesses who are constantly whispering about the prophecy wherever they go in fear for their lives.
Beautiful as the creature may be, fire doesn’t burn, ice doesn’t freeze, water doesn’t drown and lightning doesn’t destroy.
And everything went to shambles from there.Massacres and the strong stench of blood lingers in the air for a long period of time due to selfishness and fear. Even so, the gods knew they couldn’t cower in fear and the massive and groundless massacre for long hence, the three most powerful gods went to search for an answer from their father.Yoongi stares off the distance as he tries to figure out where he was sent to but to no avail. He just couldn’t pinpoint where he is. He tilts his head to the left a little in frustration as he sighs until two older women jog past him. He was sure he had memorized every page of that Geography book Jeongguk had made personally and sent him before coming here. It was impossible that he couldn’t recognize any of these buildings from his little brother’s professional photographs.“Another one wasted? What a disappointment.” One of them nudges the other. “I wonder what’s to happen to the younger generation for they dye their hair in odd colours then go to parties and get wasted all night.” The other woman scoffs in distaste. Upon hearing them, Yoongi immediately stands up and gave them a smile before looking into their eyes. And almost immediately, he sees the few things that troubles them – being old, financial issues and family feuds.“Good morning, grandmothers. It truly baffles me how you can badmouth a stranger who is trying to relax when your children are basically living off of your pension money on liquor and grade C coke.” He said with a polite tone. He was feeling less annoyed now that he knows where he is. He even bowed to them before leaving as he hears some insults were thrown his way but he blatantly ignores them. The deep yellow was starting to radiate above their skin says it all – they were embarrassed and Yoongi have already attacked their biggest weakness. Nothing else that may come out of their mouth that is worth his wasted time.So, for his own crude amusement, Yoongi decides to indulge himself in the scenery before him as he ignores the curses that comes out of the women’s mouths. Although there is no place like home, he is still amazed with how fast Korea is developing over the past few years that he wasn’t able to accompany his mother. Speaking of his mother, he should have known that she would have chosen Korea despite there are 194 other countries in the world. She must have chosen Korea this time to see the cherry blossoms for she was summoned to Paradisus last year by her mother, Demeter for something his grandmother might have wanted. The mother-daughter pair have never let him in any of their discussion for Demeter used to tell him that it was something only the Divines would understand. It used to annoy the living shit out of Yoongi when he was younger hence not seeing his grandmother up till now. But it’s not like Demeter had even remotely tried to talk to him, anyways.Yoongi buries his hands in the pockets of his black leather jeans as he lets his body guide him to the apartment where he believes his mother resides. Seoul in his eyes is a beautiful city. It has a different feeling from he was in Tokyo, Singapore, London or New York. He likes deceiving Seoul is. While the exterior is clean, scenic and prepossessing, the interior is squalid, grotesque and appalling. And despite how amusing weaponry smuggling and drug lord wars are in Yoongi’s eyes, he finds himself at home amongst the two-faced everyday civilians he encounters. As soon as he steps out of the park, he becomes more aware of the putrid air – the smell of sex, hypocrites, jealousy and failure thick in the air. Yoongi is a clairvoyant type of demon whereby he can ‘see’ feelings through colours despite not being able to hypnotize people the way Namjoon easily can with a snap of his fingers. He sees deep red of lust radiating from teenagers and adults alike, deep blue of sorrow and purple of avarice on men and women in suits. It is very rare for him to find other colours on adolescents and elderly alike. But with children, they indulge him in other colours like white which represents innocence, gold that represents intense happiness and pastel pink that are soothing to the eyes due to their pure love. As he was zoning out, he found himself outside of his mother’s apartment as he stares at the number on the brown door. He sighs as he punches in the 6-digit password – 814519 as it flashes green, chimes a little and an unlock sound was heard. He pushes the handle downwards and steps in the apartment. To his surprise, his one and only mother was standing in front of the door with a ridiculously huge smile on her features. Yoongi sighs at the sight as she pulls him into a hug. “If you were here, why didn’t you open the door for me?” Yoongi mumbles as he accepts his mother’s warm embrace. His mother, Yoo Jung or more commonly known as Persephone or Jachongbi, is a tan woman with locks that reminds him of the golden rays of the sun during a bright sunny day. Yoongi, on the other hand is ivory skinned. He is, according to his mother a complete copy of Hades. The only thing he physically inherited from his mother is her greyish blue eyes.“You’re freezing!” Yoo Jung exclaims as she hugs her son tighter. Yoongi rolls his eyes. He’s always freezing. That’s what he and his father is. Despite ruling Infernum which in normal and common belief is supposed to be on fire, it’s actually quite cold but the fire burns hotter than it normally does. When Yoo Jung lets go of her son, she pats his cheeks as her eyes water. “It’s been a while since I last saw you.” She whispers and Yoongi sighs.“Mom you know I’ve got no choice. Dad is gone-““I know, I know. With your father gone, you’re the regent. I know. But cant I miss my own son? You don’t visit me anymore.” Yoo Jung said, frowning.“But I’m here now.” Yoongi tried and Yoo Jung smiles at her son before ruffling his hair. The said woman begins to ask too many questions at once like ‘have he eaten’ or ‘is he tired from the journey’ and ‘when is Namjoon coming’ all of which is ignored by Yoongi. He just wants to rest now that he’s on Earth but instead of going straight to his shared bedroom with Jeongguk and Namjoon, he went towards the old brown piano nearby his mother’s balcony where she has her plants planted in pots. He runs his finger across the wood but never the keys. He has been dying to touch the piano ever since he had no time for it but now that he’s actually touching it, he fears that he’s already forgotten the notes. And so, he turns away from the piano and steps outside.As a child, Yoongi learns how to create life like his mother does and did his best to learn every single type of flora there is even the ones present in the human world. “You still have these?” Yoongi asks as he touches the soft petals of the tuberose. The flower reminds him of sunsets because it starts with a deep purple from the dark green stem that slowly turns into dark red and pink before it turns into orange and ends with yellow tips.“The Neoleias? You know your brother can’t sleep well without them.” Yoo Jung said softly as a memory of the past flashes before her eyes. The tragedy didn’t only physically affect Yoo Jung but Yoongi as well. For the sake of keeping the atmosphere light, he forces himself to focus on other things like:“Is that why we have a smaller version of a peach tree here?” Yoongi asks in amusement. “You spoil him too much.” The heir of Infernum plucks a peach off the small tree and eats it. Of course, the plants that were planted by her hands always turn out scrumptious for she is the goddess of spring and plants befitting to be the daughter of Demeter, the goddess of harvest.“I spoil all my boys.” Yoo Jung said in defence. “Which reminds me, I made some lamb skewers for both you and Jeongguk in the fridge. I’m sure there’s plenty for the both of you and Namjoon so don’t quarrel over it.” Yoongi makes a face. Quarrel? Over lamb skewers? What are we? 7? “I know what you’re thinking, Yoongi. Although I don’t think the three of you resembles children, but your actions always speak louder.”“What are you talking about?” Yoongi scoffs, offended.“The last time I made too little, the house was reduced to ashes.”“Honestly, that was all Jeongguk.” Yoongi said in a matter of fact-ly tone.“Yeah? Then mind justifying yourself why I vividly remember you biting Namjoon’s burnt hand while Jeongguk was eating is own tail?” Yoo Jung asks, hands on her hips as she dares her son try to win the debate.“It was still Jeongguk.” Yoongi mumbles petulantly while the goddess of spring can only shake her head and sigh at her son’s behaviour.“Anyway, there’s some japchae in the fridge for Jeongguk’s dear friend. Do remind the boy to take them over for his friend before it turns bad, will you?” Yoo Jung said as she heats up the bulgogi she made earlier in case her son decides to stop by.The demon prince, now clad in a black leather jacket found himself wandering in the streets of Seoul once again on his red and black Streetfighter. He just wants to discover the city a bit more for it clearly had changed since the last time he came. It’s obvious that it had gotten more modern now. Yoongi makes a stop at the red light and all of a sudden, a bitter but calming aroma of coffee hits his olfactory and he can’t help but reminisce the time he spent with a human girl named Yaksoku. Yaksoku is your everyday girl who has troubles with her skin and hair. She was a crossbreed between a Korean mother and a Japanese father – hence the name, Yaksoku which rhymes with promise in both Korean and Japanese. Her skin isn’t very fair and her looks are mediocre but she managed to captivate his attention with her luscious black hair that reminds him of the night sky at 3 in the morning and her warm brown eyes that resembles the coffee he likes so much.Yaksoku, the human girl who captured Yoongi’s attention is someone with dreams of opening up a café. She used to take odd jobs (which eventually leads to their fateful encounter) and one day, with Yoongi’s help, she was able to turn her dreams into a reality. Yoongi isn’t a saint, no. He told her that she needs to trade her soul for it and she agreed without hesitations even if it meant sleeping with him. He used to think that she’s foolish to sell her soul for something that he hasn’t even given her but when he saw the determination in her eyes, he isn’t sure if her decision is foolish anymore. He doesn’t know why he stayed true to his end of the deal to help her build the café but he did and he built it from scratch. And he unknowingly gained Yaksoku from it as she did not only give him her body and soul but an unbreakable bond built on trust and friendship. It wasn’t as though he loved her and vice versa but they feel at lost when the other isn’t by their side – much like when you miss your best friend after not seeing them after 30 minutes. But being regent is harder than Yoongi have originally thought and the Fallens have begun questioning him of Yaksoku and he ended up leaving after giving her soul back to her.While he is lost in his thoughts, his body brings him to Yaksoku’s café – the Promise café. He doesn’t want to admit to anyone but seeing her for the first time in a few years made him excited. The white haired prince isn’t even sure if she wants to see him again after all these years after he left but he knows that his best friend isn’t one to leave him. He can proudly say that he knows her all too well.Yoongi has strains his neck as subtly as he can to steal glances inside the café for a woman’s silhouette with hopes that it’s Yaksoku. He knows that her necklace might already be glowing as an indication of his arrival but he still wants to sacrifice his neck to search for his best friend. When he couldn’t find her, he hastily parks his bike and hops down. As soon as he enters the shop, the air conditioning immediately hits his skin and he welcomes the chill and the lustful eyes that comes with. It is no secret that Min Yoongi is blessed with good looks as females and males alike ogle shamelessly at the demon prince whenever he struts past them as the said demon barely gave them a glance while minding his own business. Yoongi makes his way to corner next to the cactus he had Yaksoku get when she first opens the café as he emits a don’t-bother-me aura when he finally makes eye contact with the humans who are still staring at him. He sees how some avert their eyes as the colour changes from red to yellow – a colour of embarrassment or cowardice.To Min Yoongi, humans’ feelings are a fickle thing. The colours they emit changes so fast and soothing, pastel colours he often sees in children are rarely ever present on adults as the usual two colours he often sees is the deep, smothering red surrounding men which represents their insatiable lust and the disgusting green that reminds him of a swamp or the slime on Leviathan’s back surrounding the women which shows him their envy and jealousy. There is a 10:1 ratio of the things Yoongi hates to the things he likes here on Earth. Amongst the few things that he undoubtedly like is his mother’s cooking, alcohol, drugs, cigars, fruitless deaths, pretty things, lots of filthy sex and coffee. So, when a pink haired waiter coming his way with a scent that goes well with the bitter aroma of coffee in a loose white shirt, Yoongi found himself salivating. Suddenly, he doesn’t know what he’s salivating for anymore – the boy or the coffee. He couldn’t deny that the boy is drop dead gorgeous with a scent that makes him hungry for more. But what catches him off guard is the fact that there is a thin white light radiating above the boy’s skin – something that Yoongi has never encounter on a grown man for it represents innocence.“May I take your order?” The boy asks, offering Yoongi a menu as to which the prince declined. He already knows what he wants, after all.You, Yoongi thought cheekily as he smirks to himself. But he wouldn’t do that to his best friend even if one of her workers have caught his attention. “Black coffee. That’ll be all.” Yoongi said as the pink haired boy bows slightly before taking his leave. Yoongi’s blue eyes follows the boy till he disappears behind the door that separates them and the kitchen.While the white-haired prince waits for his long-awaited reunion with Yaksoku and his hot cup of coffee, his eyes trail to a certain pair of red eyes that have been blown out with lust. Yoongi holds her gaze as she submits to him with just a look before lowering her a head a little. Yoongi immediately knows that the girl sitting across the table is an ally of Asmodeus’s or her species is more commonly known as a succubus whose greatest sin is lust. He takes notice of the two men next to her, with their hands up and below her skirt no doubt giving her the release she probably had begged for. Now, Min Yoongi is no saint and he, too would do anything to sate his needs by any means possible even if he has to fuck them in the middle of the café but he would be damned if he let himself get controlled by a mere human as he watches the little succubus leads her two play things out the café before giving him a small and subtle bow.Min Yoongi isn’t a patient man which is why he was baffled himself that he was able to wait for Yaksoku to turn up until the shop closes. The pink haired waiter whose name is Jimin (he learned it after his third cup of coffee and a ‘it’s on the house!’ peanut butter and chocolate flavoured cake) told him that it is past the closing time. Yoongi knew it was closing time nearly 2 hours ago but he didn’t want to believe that Yaksoku didn’t want to come see him but when Jimin had say it, he couldn’t deny the feeling of utter betrayal. Did Yaksoku not want to see me? Is that why she didn’t come? Yoongi couldn’t help but have these toxic thoughts as he braves himself to ask about Yaksoku only to find out that she had passed away a little over 2 years and that Jimin is her grandson. The little piece of information shocked Yoongi greatly. While he was busy with his duties, he forgot that a year to him is equivalent to 20 years in the human realm and if he was aware that at least 3 years have passed in his realm, in the human world, a grand 60 years have passed. Yoongi was shocked beyond words, mostly angry that she had died so easily despite only 60 years have passed.Humans are indeed weak and pitiful. Yoongi thought in distaste before giving Jimin a 50 dollar bill and took off before Jimin could hand him his change. To anyone who knows Yoongi would already know that the prince had sped off to Aphrodite, the most famous brothel in the red district. He was immediately greeted by Ken or more known as Asmodeus as he was given a glass full of his favourite wine, a room and two of the Aphrodite’s favourite Angels. Once Min Yoongi got his hands on them, he didn’t let go of the Angels even for a breath or for a thought as he used their body for his own pleasure.Whimpers turn to moans and eventually screams of pain and agony was heard from the room. Yoongi paid no heed to their begging and pleas to stop as he chases his own pleasure. Yoongi’s grand, black wings make its appearance as it rips through his skin and his black shirt once he does. It was so large and so beautiful that for a split second, the angels thought he’s a God but when they meet Yoongi’s unforgiving eyes, they knew he was far from it.Once he was done, he calls out for Ken whom he knows has been outside of the door, hesitating to enter the room while he had his way with the Angels as he takes out a cigar from the drawer and casually lights it up. The prince of Infernum have only gotten his best friend’s death out of his mind but now another person has creeped in his mind.When Ken steps in the room and carry his Angels out of the chamber, his jaw drops in awe. The headboard has smashed to pieces, the satin of the bed sheets is torn and feathers all over the floor from the pillows. Ken finally snaps out of his trance when he hears his Angels whimper in pain. He looks at them with emotions devoid in his red eyes – a common feature for Asmodeus and his underlings - as he watches his Angels scramble to cover their body with the torn and soiled satin sheets. The prince has broken them, was the only thing that he can think before helping them out.“You better leave before Jin finds out what you’ve done to his angels.” Ken said after bringing the second Angel out. Yoongi, on the other hand makes no haste move to cover up as he blows a puff of smoke and downs another bottle of liquor.“Bring me another one of these.” He said, completely ignoring Ken.“I’m serious, Yoongi. Leave before Jin finds out.” Yoongi pauses for a moment as he looks at Ken. Yoongi hates being bossed around by anyone including his own mother but he couldn’t blame Ken for being anxious. After all, the demon who gains strength by the fulfilment of one’s carnal desires are torn apart between respecting his prince and maintaining a beneficial friendship with the owner of the club, Jin.Now, Kim Seokjin or more known as Jin is a friend of Yoongi’s and the son of Aphrodite. He, in Yoongi’s eyes has mommy issues thus naming his infamous brothel after his mother, the goddess of beauty and pleasure. And much like Yoongi, Jin only has a few things that he loves and amongst which is the club, his Angels, his friends and Kim Namjoon. Yoongi sighs as he lays on bed. “Fine, don’t give me another bottle. I’m leaving. I’ll pay your Angels twice the amount for their services tonight.” Yoongi groans as he sits up on the bed. He retracts his wings with a groan. It hurts having them out since it pierces through his skin and it hurts even more getting them back in because it’s not comfortable for him. Ken offers to carefully dab Yoongi’s bloodied skin with a warm towel as he offers kisses down Yoongi’s neck and at the skin where his wings popped out. “Kiss me one more time and I will fuck you into this mattress, Asmodeus.” Yoongi threatens with his real name as the other demon chuckles. Although Ken knows Yoongi doesn’t play around when he calls him by his real name, he couldn’t feel threatened. How is he supposed to feel threatened when all he hears is a promise of a good time?“You said it like it’s a threat.” Ken coos, kissing Yoongi’s lips, silently daring the prince of Infernum as Ken’s red eyes shine a little in the dim light.“I have time to spare. If it’s a fuck you want, you know I’ll give it to you.” It is no secret that Yoongi and Ken have fucked before. Gender and species have never been an obstacle to Yoongi although he does have a personal favourite and for a long time, he enjoys copulating with a human most.“Please do. Don’t hold back this time.” Ken has his tongue out and drag it along Yoongi’s collarbone as the prince chuckles deeply. His eyes are devoid of white sclera as he stares Ken down.“Alright. But you’re doing all the work.” Yoongi said as he gets comfortable on the bed. He continues to smoke on his cigar as he watches Ken takes his own pants off. The demon then got on his knees and kisses Yoongi again before taking his dick in his hands as he strokes it up and down. Ken’s other hand pushes his own black hair back.“As you wish, Your Highness.” Ken whispers as he places his knees in between Yoongi’s thighs.“You don’t have STDs or anything like that, do you?” Yoongi asks, blowing a puff of smoke into Ken’s face.“You wound me, Your Highness. You can’t get any of those humanly diseases and so can’t I.” Ken replies, feigning hurt.“It’s always a good idea to be safe, Ken. Who knows who else have fucked your tight little asshole.” Ken moans wantonly at Yoongi’s words as he feels his prince’s dick thicken in girth as it begins to slowly stand tall.“Only humans, Your Highness. Clean humans.”“Very well then. Serve me.” Upon Yoongi’s verbal green light, Ken sinks down to Yoongi’s full length. Yoongi closes his eyes at the surprisingly wet and tight asshole but when he opens his eyes, the one bouncing on his dick no longer takes the form of Ken. If it werent for his voice, he would have believed his eyes.“I live to do just that.” Ken whispers, knowing full well that he now looks like someone Yoongi has been wanting. Though Ken doesn’t know whom, Yoongi surely does. He would have been damned if he ever forgets his pink hair.
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Yoongi wakes up in cold sweat. He has never felt the intense feeling of fear before and for him to feel scared of something as ridiculous as a dream, he felt disgustingly stupid and human. He sat on his bed, mildly remembering coming back home after an escapade with Ken. He remembers taking a scalding hot shower just to take the revolting demon’s scent off of him and fell asleep in his bed. He closes his eyes and rubs his temple. He doesn’t know where that dream came from but he doesn’t like it. For a second there, he felt terrified. Terrified of a monster whom he recognizes as his father. Terrified because it doesn’t feel like it’s a dream. It felt real. Almost as if it was a fragment of his memory. “Fuck.” He breathes as he forces himself to rise from his bed. It’s useless to even try to fall asleep. He has work to get done here on Earth and in Infernum. He still had to help the Fallens who are residing in Athara. He knows that demons aren’t weak creatures like humans. They’re demons. They’re resilient. And something so trivial like the temperature is hardly a problem for Yoongi knows that the Fallens can easily calibrate their body temperature to accommodate with the environment but that doesn’t mean he can take things for granted and refuse to help his people. Athara is the coldest place in Infernum. Its temperature is below absolute zero which is around -273 degrees which according to physics, is enough to make even the particles freeze. ‘I should tell Namjoon to increase the temperature of Saqar so that Athara doesn’t freeze up.’ Saqar is Yoongi’s hottest district. If people were to imagine Hell is a place where there’s fire everywhere, there is a chance that what they’re thinking of is Saqar. And because the two districts are so different, Hades had them near each other so one won’t burn itself to ashes and the other won’t freeze its ass up. The white haired prince walks out of his room and is greeted by the intense sunlight from the balcony. He squints his eyes and quietly curses the sun. He has nothing against the sun but his room has been so dark and so cosy it made him lethargic when he meets the sun. He is so tempted to just head back into his room until his olfactory detects food. Min Yoongi doesn’t need food to live but that doesn’t mean he won’t indulge in food. He actually likes how certain things taste since he couldn’t eat anything in Infernum since he doesn’t want to be bounded by the cursed realm. Yoongi takes another whiff of the food and sighs when he realises that it doesn’t smell like what his mother would cook. This can only mean one thing: Kim Seokjin, Aphrodite’s son is in his household. The prince walks to the kitchen only to prove his suspicion right as he finds his advisor back hugging the one and only Kim Seokjin. Namjoon was given to Yoongi when they were both very young. Namjoon is equivalent to what humans know as Astaroth or Abraxas. He is the one who advises Yoongi and plays a big part on the prince’s decision making. There is a reason why the shirtless, dark pink haired man in Yoo Jung’s kitchen is his right-hand man. It is not a secret that Namjoon knows a lot of things. He is the only one other than the direct sons and daughters of Kronos who understands what lies beyond our galaxy and the starting point of all 9 realms. He might and might not have found the cure for viral diseases and invented the technology to manufacture artificial blood. He’s basically the reason why the vampires, ghouls and dhampirs no longer need to feed from humans. The artificial blood has not only helped those creatures but humans as well. But there’s something different about Namjoon this morning. It’s not because of those littering dark love bites that have been left on his skin as a memory of his heated romp. It’s definitely something else. His hair? Yoongi squints his eyes. If his memory serves him right, Namjoon’s hair was blonde before he leaves Infernum. How is it that it’s pink now? ‘Did he dye it?’ Yoongi thought and scoffs at the colour choice. It is also not a secret that Namjoon is whipped for his lover. ‘What better colour to dye his hair than his lover’s favourite.’ The demon prince shifts his weight to another leg as he continues to watch the two. A nice, pastel pink radiates from them both. And all of a sudden, Yoongi feels uncomfortable. He realises that it’s a constant emotion that he feels when he sees them being all lovey dovey and affectionate. It isn’t a bad thing. Not really? He couldn’t decide for he remembers their first date. The then purple haired Namjoon wanted to cook something nice for the ever-beautiful Kim Seokjin. It was a disaster. He vividly remembers a scrawny looking Jeongguk who is very much shorter than him running around outside the house, hysterically screaming to random pedestrians to help his brother who accidentally cut his finger off. Yoongi had to hit Jeongguk square in the face to calm the younger demon down. That night, Namjoon ended up going to dinner with 4 fingers instead of 5. ‘Love makes us do stupid things.’ His mother, Yoo Jung would say. Yoongi understands it in his beautiful mother’s perspective. She did leave Olympus and her mother, Demeter for Hades. In folklores, they made it seem like she was kidnapped by Hades and kept captive in Infernum but in reality, it was a mutual feeling. But in Namjoon’s case and lose a finger? Yoongi grimaces. Not so much. As he watches the two lovers, who are giggling like two horny teenagers in love, he finds himself in a predicament. Should he leave? Should he just barge in? It feels like he’s looking at something intimate – something he doesn’t quite understand. He doesn’t understand why the excessive skin ship. The both of them have been dating ever since Namjoon turned 350-ish. They’ve been dating for almost 200 years now. One would think they would have gotten bored with each other but that isn’t the case with them. Once they have chosen a fated one, their vow will be marked onto them. Vows are a sacred thing – an intimate thing shared between two lovers. It is something similar to imprinting in the Lycan society. But what Yoongi truly doesn’t understand is why they’re acting like newly-weds. He swallows down a gag since he has an inkling that Jin is going to raise hell if he ever does something unintelligent and frankly, suicidal. Therefore, the prince (thankfully) took the safer path and stare at the spider lily on Namjoon’s back instead. It is the mark of Infernum. The flower simply looks beautiful against his advisor’s honey skin. As his eyes trail up north, it stops on a mark that reminds Yoongi countless times that his advisor is no longer only his. He has got to share with his best friend, the son of Aphrodite for around the advisor’s neck, is his vows to Kim Seokjin. The words semper fidelis in Ancient Greek handwriting is marked into his skin like a collar. Jin has a similar one, too. Yoongi stares at the ‘forever faithful’ written in Greek, binding them around their neck like a collar to each other. But it doesn’t seem like either of them minded. And it baffles him greatly.‘What’s the difference between them and Holly?’ Ah yes… The difference is that Holly, his beloved Cerberus belong to only him while they belong to each other and not him. He frowns at the thought as he chews on his lower lip, bringing his eyes to the marble underneath his feet.“How long are you planning on standing there?” Jin suddenly speaks out and Yoongi knows it is directed to him. “Do you need me to announce you?” Yoongi scoffs quietly. He knows that Jin is giving him an attitude because he found out about what happened to his Angels last night. And oh, how protective Kim Seokjin is towards his Angels. He had told Yoongi countess times that if Yoongi ever hears it again, he’ll puke. ‘They are living creatures too. We should learn to respect each other if we’re going to live in the same realm.’ It’s not like Yoongi doesn’t agree with him. For the love of his father, he does. But is it necessary to keep telling him this? It’s nauseating. Because, is it really his fault for liking it rough? But at least now he doesn’t have to stand in front of the kitchen, drowning in a mare’s nest.“Jin..” Namjoon said quietly. He earns a glare from the black haired man and immediately keeps quiet. Yoongi helps himself to some coffee. He turns to the lovers and finds Jin cutting some apples he probably got from Yoo Jung’s mini garden. The apples are small (since it came from a small tree) but Jin still managed to make some kind of art with it. He stares at the apples for some time when he finally realises that it looks like bunny ears. Namjoon accepts the slice happily and a crunchy sound follows when he bites down on the juicy fruit. “Good morning to the both of you too.” He slurps his coffee and cringes at how sweet it is. It’s not like Yoongi doesn’t like sweet things. He does. It’s just that he doesn’t like it when food that are meant to be bitter to be sweet and vice versa. It does annoy him but he knows better than to speak out if he doesn’t want to get chewed since it’s obviously Jin’s way on getting back at him. He places the cup down in the sink. “It’s almost noon, Yoongi.” Jin grumbles. Namjoon visibly tightens his grip around Jin’s waist as he places a kiss on Jin’s clothed shoulder. “Kim Namjoon, I know what you’re trying to do and it’s not working. Sit your ass down.” Jin said, pulling himself out of Namjoon’s embrace. Yoongi looks at the pink-haired man as he gives Yoongi a small look that can easily be interpreted as ‘I tried’. But Yoongi doesn’t need help although he did appreciate the thought. Jin places the knife he was using to cut the apples down on the board and Yoongi has never felt more grateful. Although he can’t die from normal humanly weapons, it doesn’t mean it doesn’t hurt. “I take it that you’re here because we need to talk?” Yoongi asks, folding his arms across his chest.“You damn right we do.” Jin said, mirroring the prince’s actions. Kim Seokjin and Min Yoongi go way back to when they’re younger. Jin is the only god-goddess breed Divine Yoongi managed to befriend whenever he follows his father to Paradisus for council meetings. When Seokjin was a boy, lonely and sad; he was hated by his own mother for being ugly. Aphrodite was livid when she found out her son did not inherit her looks despite not conceiving Jin after her union with her lawfully wedded husband. She kept him hidden from everyone else and locked him in her chateau. Jin grows up believing he isn’t beautiful but in reality, all he needs is the very thing that makes Aphrodite renowned – love. And that’s probably why Jin is getting more and more radiant every passing day since Namjoon declares his love for him many eclipses and moons ago. It is evident that the demon has never stopped doing so and has been continuing to love the Divine more passionately and more sincerely every time the sun sets and rise. Yoongi tries to read his best friend’s body language. If he doesn’t know Jin very well, he would have thought the Divine isn’t the slightest bit angry since Yoongi couldn’t see any signs of red hovering Jin’s skin. The prince sighs as he braces himself for the long lecture but it never came.“What happened?” Jin asks, looking straight into Yoongi’s eyes. The prince frowns. He’d rather listen to Jin’s long lecture than try to talk about his problems. Never in a million years would Yoongi ever admit to anyone that something is bugging him – something has made him sad. Yoongi couldn’t just tell the love birds that he had just lost his best friend for over 2 years and she had chosen to go to Nirvana. They would tell him that he should be happy instead because going to Nirvana meant she was contented with whatever time she had on Earth. And Yoongi is just sulking because she is contented without seeing him. And might he add the fact that she hasn’t seen him for the past 60 years in the human realm? Yoongi understood that he was the one who left her and kind of forgotten about her but it hurt because she was fine and he isn’t. He could lie, but what good will that do? Jin knows him too well. He could try but it’ll be in vain. “Just give me the lecture on how to handle your Angels.” Yoongi said, sighing. “Is it bad?” Jin asks, taken aback. As far as Jin is aware, Yoongi would rather combust in flames than listen to him give another lecture on his Angels. “I just don’t want to talk about it.” Yoongi rubs his temples and sighs. “Anyway, look, it was wrong for me to take my anger out on your Angels. I should have asked if they were fine with me being rough on them and I know I should respect them. And I should have more self-control and not lose myself like that.” Ah yes… Control. That’s something he seems to let slip between his fingers. The prince shuts his eyes close as he remembers his wings ripped out of his skin. It must have scared the shit out of the Angels. “I know, okay? But last night… Shit. I… I don’t know.” Namjoon and Jin exchanges a look with each other. Namjoon puts a hand on Yoongi’s shoulder. He has a hunch of what might have happened and if he is right, Yoongi’s actions would make a lot of sense. And Namjoon feels a little nervous about his hunch and looking at how hard his prince is trying to avoid it, he can’t help but to put off the topic and conversation all together. “Alright. As long as you’re sorry.” Jin said in a small voice. Yoongi won’t ever admit it but he’s very grateful that Jin is his friend. Jin seems willing to drop the topic and strokes Yoongi’s hand instead. Jin isn’t only his friend, but an older brother as well. An older brother whom he knows understands him like the back of his hand. The Divine doesn’t need special traits to understand people better. He just does. Maybe that’s just a plus points for all deities. And Yoongi? He’s not a deity. He’s far from it. “Well, I probably need to tell you the reason why I’m here.” Jin mumbles, letting go of Yoongi’s hand. “Well, shit. What’s worse than hurting your Angels?” Yoongi frowns. “Are you sure youre not only here because Joonie is here?” He tried making the atmosphere light and at this point, he isn’t sure if it’s for him or the couple across the table’s sake. “Of course, I’m here because Joonie’s here.” Jin pauses and Yoongi looks at Jin’s hazel eyes. “But the second reason why I’m here is because Suran is in a tough situation. She needs your help, Yoongi.” Jin said in a serious tone as he makes his way towards Namjoon and sits himself on Namjoon’s lap. “Things are really looking ugly. Like uglier than my mother’s husband.” Jin said and Namjoon chuckles.“Jin, that’s offensive. You may offend Hera for insulting her son.” “Oh, shut up, Joon. The old hag can go fuck herself.” Jin huffs. “But you need to admit, Joon. Hephaestus is ugly.” Yoongi said and Jin flashes him a smile. “Old hag even threw him away as soon as he was born because he was that ugly.” Yoongi reaches out for some bunny apples. On the first bite, he groans in pleasure. His mother’s apples are truly the best. No wonder Eve and Adam couldn’t resist the temptation. The apple is perfection. It is so crunchy and sweet. If Yoongi were in their shoes, he would have taken the bite too. “I do admit that the forger is ugly. I do wonder what’s happened to him now that Zeus is gone. Is he still shackled in the basement, making lightning bolts for daddy dearest?” Namjoon asks and Jin stares at him.“I don’t use lightning bolts, Joonie. What are you talking about?” Jin deadpans and Yoongi chokes while Namjoon’s face turned redder than the apples before bursting out into fits of laughter.“W-What? S-Shut up, Jin-hyung.” Namjoon stutters, trying to close his face with his palm. Jin claps his hand and hits the table and kisses Namjoon’s cheek before wiping an imaginary tear.“I was just messing with you, honey.”“Just fucking kill me already.” Yoongi said between coughs.“As much as I like doing this, we’re getting side tracked. The more important topic here is Suran.” Jin takes the apple and puts it in his mouth as it disappears like the light mood. “Suran wants to see you today.” Yoongi has stopped coughing as he runs his tongue along his lower lip and clicks his tongue. It’s not like he hates the vampire. It is not like that at all. He is actually very fond of her. It’s just that he doesn’t understand why this time is any different. She has been holding this position and this power ever since he comes to the age where he can rule Infernum and he has been hearing the same complain from Namjoon thrice in the span of 2 years that Yoongi cared to remember. She managed to clear all disputes easily without Yoongi’s help. So why is this time any different? “Yoongi, I know that face. But trust me, you need to go see her. I think she has something important to tell you.” Jin furrows his eyebrows and Yoongi looks at Aphrodite’s son straight in the eye. Jin’s hazel eyes are fill with worry and the man rarely ever show Yoongi his concern. Jin even has a thick yellowish green radiating above his skin. “Alright.” Yoongi finds himself saying. “If I’m doing this, I refuse to meet her at her company.”“Alright. I’ll tell her. I don’t think she will be pleased to leave Vivere but do you have any places in mind?” Namjoon asks, taking his phone out of his sweatpants. “Promise Café. We’ll meet her there.” Yoongi leans into his seat. *** The son of Hades finds himself and Namjoon once again in the streets of Seoul, walking leisurely towards their destination; Promise Café. Yoongi is wearing a black sweater from his favourite Japanese brand and Namjoon is wearing a pair of glasses and a white turtleneck and a black blazer. He doesn’t know why Namjoon even try to look presentable when all they’re meeting is Suran. Shin Suran, the vampire pureblood who practically grew up with them in Infernum before taking the post as CEO of Vivere Corp. When they walk in the café, the bell at the door chime to signal their entry. Upon entering the café, the both of them are (as usual) greeted by a calming aroma. However, Yoongi is now vaguely aware of an extra scent. It’s faint but is there, hidden underneath the aroma of delicious coffee beans. It is something sweet; something mouth-watering and it is definitely not the cakes nor the pastries on display or the hamburgers the chef is grilling in the kitchen. The two demons are very much aware of the curious eyes belonged to faceless creatures are fixed on them. One would think they would be used to the shameless ogling. In reality, they have never gotten used to the stares but the two demons with pride as high as Burj Khalifa and they would be damned if they ever show as much as an inch of their weakness. So, both of them develop different ways on handling it. Yoongi would pretend he doesn’t care and give them a little glare if he feels a little generous before striding towards his seat while Namjoon would actually turn to these curious eyes to acknowledge them and give them a smile before following suit. Yoongi lets out a quiet sigh when he sits down and lets his eyes wander around the café, more specifically at the counter where a pink-haired barista is focused on making a latte art for one of the customers. Jimin has his lower lip out in a pout and from where Yoongi is sitting, the pink-haired has his fringe close his eyes. He watches how the human smiles a little to signify that he is proud of his handiwork. He places the milk-filled brass container on the counter next to him and places the cup on the black tray and delivers the coffee to his customer. Jimin gives his customer a smile and Yoongi watches how his eyes disappear. When Jimin straightens, his eyes roam around the café and when his brown eyes meet Yoongi’s unmoving bluish grey ones and he thought Jimin’s smile would disappear. But it didn’t. Jimin walks to the counter and grabs 2 hardcover menus before making his way towards the two men. Namjoon, who isn’t blind nor oblivious to his prince’s obvious stare has an amused smile etched on his face. The boy walks towards the table and all at once, just like it did yesterday, Jimin’s scent blocks the pleasing bitter smell of coffee and Yoongi finds himself craving for something sweet. “Hello, welcome to the Promise Café, again.” Jimin smiles. “What can I get for you today?” Jimin asks as he gives the two men a menu. Namjoon accepts both the menus from the kind waiter and give one to Yoongi. He smiles a little at the pink-haired waiter as he flips through the pages. He knows that Yoongi wouldn’t even try flipping through the menu since he has never ordered anything else. So, he tried to find something as fast as he can so that Yoongi won’t have to wait for him hence, ordering the first thing he sees in the coffee segment. “Iced americano, please.” Jimin writes it down his notepad. “And for my hyung-” “Strawberry milkshake.” Yoongi said, not taking his eyes off of Jimin. “Eh?” Namjoon’s eyes open wide as he stares at Yoongi who is smiling smugly whether at the advisor or the waiter, Namjoon couldn’t be sure. The dark pink haired demon is flabbergasted. ‘What’s with the sudden change of taste?’ Namjoon wonders. “Is that all?” Jimin asks and Yoongi gives him a curt nod before giving the waiter back the menus. Namjoon hasn’t taken his eyes off of Yoongi ever since he picks strawberry milkshake over his usual cup of black coffee. “I’ll give it to you soon.” When Jimin is out of shot of hearing, Yoongi places his attention back on his advisor. Namjoon raises his eyebrow as he leans into his seat.“What the fuck is that?” Namjoon asks, amusement written all over his face. “What? Can’t I change my preferences once in a while?” Yoongi scoffs, his smug smile long gone from his face. “I didn’t say that. I literally just asked what happened.” Namjoon licks his lower lip. “But really, hyung? Strawberry milkshake?” Yoongi frowns. “Can’t I fucking have something else other than black coffee?” Namjoon chuckles at his prince’s reply. “But do you have to be so obvious? Shit. I’m experiencing second hand embarrassment from just you ordering a damn beverage.” Namjoon snorts. “Well, fucking forbid me for wanting a bloody strawberry milkshake for a change, then.” Yoongi rolls his eyes and crosses his arms across his chest. “But, Joon,” Yoongi leans in. “Can you not smell him?” The prince asks as he watches Namjoon smirking and Yoongi is doing all he can to not rip his piece of shit advisor to pieces. “I can. It’s so sweet that I almost mistook him for a succubus or one of Jin’s half-siblings.” Namjoon says calmly. “But it’s not as suffocating as theirs. His is a little… Faint. But how are you fine with Jin-hyung’s scent?” Namjoon points out and Yoongi rolls his eyes. “I’ve been with Jin-hyung even before you came into my life, Joonie. His scent doesn’t suffocate me anymore.” Yoongi huffs and the conversation is cut short when the bell chimes to signal another customer. Despite it not being the CEO of Vivere Corp., Yoongi and Namjoon still stands at the sight of a familiar face dressed in a white shirt and jeans jacket. His hair is blonde and is held back by a yellow headband. Jung Hoseok is at the entrance of Promise Café with a huge smile on his face. Both the men’s faces light up when they see the angel. Being an angel has never stopped Hoseok from befriending the soon-to-be king of Infernum and his right hand man. They have been through a lot in their younger years even before Hoseok descended to Earth. Amongst which, Hoseok took part in the so-called grandiose scheme to get Kim Seokjin out from Aphrodite’s abode and helped the abused offspring descent to Earth with hopes of being free. Hoseok squeals when he sees his childhood friends and grab them by their shoulders before pulling them into a hug. “It’s ye boy, Jung Hoseok or more well-known as your hope.” Cues eyerolls from Yoongi despite knowing how true it is. The angel’s presence in his life is to provide comic relief and to maintain a light atmosphere. If it werent for Hoseok, Yoongi wouldn’t have been able to keep his calm ¾ times. “It’s been so long! What the hell were you guys thinking, leaving me all alone here?” Hoseok asks with a pout. “Sorry, Hope-ah. We were busy.” Namjoon pulls away after Yoongi does. The prince has already taken his seat and the two follows suit. “Well, all that matter is that you’re here now. How’s being regent working for you, hyung?” Yoongi grunts as a reply and Hoseok laughs. “But you’ve been working for this all your life.” The angel reminisces how a younger version of Yoongi with black hair with books in his hands and a younger version of Namjoon trailing behind the prince, probably telling him little details that the prince might left out as a small smile makes its way on Hoseok’s face. “Tis true that I have been working for it all my life. But it doesn’t mean I enjoy it, Seokie.” The prince sighs. When Jimin returns to the table with an iced americano and strawberry milkshake, Hoseok stares at the milkshake for a while before turning to his roommate, ignoring Jimin’s greeting. “Minnie, I think you’ve got the wrong order.” Hoseok said, grabbing the strawberry milkshake while Jimin looks at Yoongi. The pink-haired barista/waiter was about to take the beverage from Hoseok when Yoongi speaks out. “It’s mine, Seokie.” Yoongi said and the blonde angel gapes at the prince as the said man takes the drink out from Hoseok’s hands and brings the cold beverage to his lips. The angel looks at Namjoon in hopes to get some explanation but the demon averts his gaze and quietly drinks his iced americano. “What the fuck? What’s with the sudden change?” Hoseok asks, looking at his friend. “Seokie, you know how I feel about you cuss-”“No, seriously. What the hell is up?” Yoongi wanted to shove the milkshake up Hoseok’s ass if he ever cusses again. The prince glares at the barely-shining angel. Whenever an angel cusses or does a bad thing, they shine a tad bit dimmer. And compared to the last time Yoongi saw him, it doesn’t feel like Hoseok is still shining at all! If it werent for the characteristic golden eyes all angels share, Hoseok might as well be recognize as a human. “None of your business.” Yoongi grumbles as he drinks more from the milkshake as he grimaces inwardly. ‘You may have the same colour as Jimin’s hair but I doubt you taste the same. So fucking sour and milky.’ The prince thought as he places the glass down. “Well, okay.” Hoseok drops the topic pretty fast and Namjoon returns his attention to the two now that Hoseok has got his attention else where. Jimin is about to leave when Hoseok grabs his elbow as a small, unsaid request to stay and the waiter obliges. “Minnie, I want to introduce you to my friends.” Hoseok said and Jimin smiles a little as he hugs the tray close. “Your friends?” Jimin asks smiling politely at both Namjoon and Yoongi. His gaze lingers a little at the bluish grey eyed man before turning to his roommate. “Yeah. They’re my childhood friends.” Hoseok grabs the tray from Jimin and sets it on the table. “This is Park Jimin, my roommate. The pink-haired man with dimples here,” Hoseok pokes Namjoon’s cheeks which makes the latter man smile and laugh as he swats Hoseok’s hands away. “Is Kim Namjoon. Probably the smartest piece of shit you will ever meet.” The enthusiastic angel pinches Namjoon’s cheeks while Yoongi’s right-hand man just lets whatever Hoseok wanted to do. “Nice to meet you, Park Jimin.” Namjoon holds his hand out for Jimin to take. “And this grumpy cat here is Min Yoongi.” Hoseok steals a few sips of Yoongi’s strawberry milkshake after introducing them. “We’ve already met yesterday, Seokie.” Yoongi said but still offers his hand for the pink-haired waiter to take. Jimin takes Yoongi’s hands and it startled him when he felt how cold the man clad in all black’s skin is. It doesn’t go unseen by Yoongi and while the demon is hoping the human to have a yellow hover Jimin’s skin out of fear, the white light remains. “Oh really, now?” Hoseok asks as he watches the human he’s been assigned to grabs the demon’s hand. ‘Ah, right. Yoongi-hyung probably doesn’t know that Minnie is-’ “Yes, we did. He’s the customer who gave me too much and left without his change.” Jimin looks at his roommate who nods knowingly. “Speaking of which…” Jimin trails off as he digs deep into his apron to find Yoongi’s change when the white-haired prince holds his hand out. “Keep it.” Yoongi grabs his milkshake that is already downed to half before glaring at the angel. “Seokie, you piece of-“ Yoongi sighs, probably realising that it’s worthless getting mad over a milkshake. “Its my milkshake.” Yoongi said in a small voice. “Thank you.” Jimin flashes him a smile before turning to Hoseok. “Ah, hyung. By the way, did you bring it?” Jimin asks and Hoseok stares at him blankly before exclaiming a ‘yes!’. He pats his pockets a few times before pulling out a circular shaped pendant that is shining under the light with white chain holding it. Namjoon and Hoseok subtly steals a glance at Yoongi to see his expression. When the prince stops drinking to stare at the familiar necklace, he looks at how the pink-haired waiter’s eyes shine at the sight of the necklace. The white light of innocence is being replaced with a light pink as he puts it on. Yoongi wonders why Jimin loves the necklace so much as he noisily slurps his milkshake. “Did you find out why it turned blue yesterday?” “It turned blue?” Namjoon blurts out as he looks at Yoongi and Jimin nods. “I-It’s clear now, though.” Namjoon tears his gaze from his prince to look at Jimin. “I know it sounds strange. But yes, it turned blue. I’ve never seen it change colours before. At first, I thought it was because of the light but it became like so blue, it’s opaque! It was weird.” Jimin frowns. “I thought I broke it or something.” “It’s pretty though.” Yoongi suddenly said out loud. “Blue or not, it suits you.” He smiles before gulping down his milkshake. “Thank you.” Jimin smiles shyly and he was about to ask if Yoongi wanted another milkshake when another customer who have just entered the café with a bell chime. “Ah, sorry. Excuse me.” Jimin grabs his tray that it situated on the table before bowing to the trio. “Did it turn blue because you found out what happened to Yaksoku?” Hoseok frowns. Namjoon turns pale as his lips form a grim, straight line. Yoongi sighs as he looks at the both of them. He nods as a reply and Namjoon closes his eyes while gritting his teeth. His hunch had proved to be true. He couldn’t believe he had forgotten about their human friend. He is aware that probably 3 years have passed in is realm which means Yaksoku has spent the past 60 years alone by herself. What kind of a friend is he? Most importantly, what kind of advisor is he? He knows how important Yaksoku is to Yoongi and yet… “Joonie, stop. It’s not your fault.” Yoongi sighs as he watches how the younger demon lets himself get swallowed by his own voice in his head. “I exist to remind you things that may slip your mind, hyung.” Namjoon starts but Yoongi isn’t having any of it. Not today. “I’m here because it’s my duty to advise you and tell yo-” “Namjoon,” Yoongi said in a strict tone, no longer using his normal tone. “You exist to be my friend, my partner and not my slave. I’ve got plenty of those in the castle back home. We were both busy and it’s not your fault so don’t blame yourself.” Yoongi said and Namjoon slowly looks up to Yoongi.“You think of me as your friend?” Namjoon cracks a smile while Yoongi turns his head away. “If anyone asks you about this, I’m denying it.” The prince doesn’t let Namjoon come out with a remark that may soften his heart as he quickly changes the topic with a “So, Seokie, what do you do on Earth?” *** The prince of Infernum is not a patient man and Suran has been making him wait for almost an hour. In that span of one hour, he learned that Hoseok is Jimin’s guardian angel and has been making his debut as a dancing teacher for kids at a nearby studio called Gabriel, after his beloved mentor. And Yoongi was forced to listen to Hoseok’s story about the dreadful tattle tots learning how to dance. While Namjoon occasionally asks questions and give his clueless friend opinions on how to overcome daily obstacles like ‘how to get a 5 year old’s leg out of the toilet bowl’ and ‘how to tell the parents to basically fuck off, this isn’t Dance Moms and leave it to him.’, Yoongi is at the very end of his patience. So, when the black-haired woman with bright finally stumbles into the café with a huff and looking paler than she normally does, Yoongi sucks in a deep breath and gathers his patience to not flip at the very late woman. “I’m sorry for being late, Yoongi.” Suran pants as she pushes her hair out of her face. The three men can see sweat rolling off her forehead and how dilated her pupils are. “I-I’m not giving you any excuses but I was bombarded by a gang of ghouls. Cannibal ghouls. We were caught off guard.” Suran is rambling and she is nervous. The trio knows. They can smell the nervousness from her skin and Yoongi… Well, Yoongi can see the colour orange – the colour of nervousness and uncertainty. “Just tell Yoongi-hyung what you want to, Suran.” Hoseok speaks out, sipping on a frappe of his own after complaining about Yoongi’s empty cup of strawberry milkshake. “Ugh, an angel.” Suran makes a face and Hoseok rolls his eyes. “Don’t hate me cause you aint me, noona. By the way, don’t talk as if you’re not a cannibal yourself. Remember Dean?” hoseok smirks. “Besides, you can easily rip those low lives necks off. So, spare us the bullshit and tell us what took you so long.” The angel scoffs while the woman runs her thin, long fingers through her dishevelled hair, making it look even more distressed as she grimaces when she finds that her hair in knots. “Honestly, Hoseokie… Noona would have been able to kick their asses if it weren’t for some kind of kelp they’ve been taking. It made them really strong. Even I have a hard time to fend them off.” Namjoon stares at the black haired woman as his observing eyes scrutinizes every single detail of her body language. He gives a look to Yoongi to notify the said man that their noona isn’t lying to them. “I caught one of them and did some serious questioning session.” Yoongi grimaces at this. Suran’s ‘serious questioning’ sessions have never ended with a happy ending. It usually ends with bloodshed. Lots of them. The prince of Infernum do enjoy a good show but not when it happens in the hands of Suran. He, for one knows how ruthless his noona can be for the pettiest things and Yoongi doesn’t do petty. He does fairness. Suran has a habit of cutting her victims’ tongue and demand answers from them afterwards and when they couldn’t give her an answer, she introduces her guillotine in between their neck and head. “I know what you’re thinking, Yoongi-ah. I do but I promise you that I have answers.” Suran gulps down a nervous lump as she takes a seat in between Namjoon and Yoongi and across of Hoseok. “Yoongi-ah, they told me that they’re no longer loyal to you but the real ruler of Infernum. According to them, the new ruler gave them the freedom of eating humans.” Yoongi who has been impassive ever since she decided to show her late ass up straightens his back upon hearing Suran out. He knits his eyebrows together. “What new ruler, noona? And for the record, I do let them eat humans. What are they talking about?” The pureblood vampire shakes her head as she licks her lower lip. “No, Yoongi. The new ruler lets them eat living humans. Not suicide victims or random John and Jane Doe.” Suran knits her eyebrows together as she scoots closer towards the pale prince. She holds his hand in hers and Yoongi can feel it tremble. “Yoongi-ah, tell noona what’s going on. What new ruler, Yoongi? You’re an only child.” “You think I don’t know that?” Yoongi sucks in a deep breath as his bluish grey eyes scans the mark of Infernum on Suran’s right inner wrist. The red spider lily mark complements her pale skin and that is the mark of his kingdom. If a low-life is trying to take his kingdom away, Yoongi will only let it happen across his dead body. “Namjoon,” Yoongi snatches his hands back from Suran’s as he sees how Namjoon visibly straightens. “I need you to call the mutt and ask him if he’s heard of this new ruler. Get his pups and bring me answers.” Yoongi orders as his tongue pokes his inner cheek. Yoongi is pretty sure that given the looks they give him, his eyes must have changed to black entirely and some of the vessels near his eyes have turned black too. The prince looks down before Namjoon could even give him an answer when a timid Park Jimin makes his way towards their table. “Um, I’m not sure if this is a good time but can I take your order?” Jimin asks meekly in between Namjoon and Hoseok to Suran. Yoongi on the other hand runs his pale fingers through his white hair. The older woman has her gaze fixated on the familiar necklace around Jimin’s neck that is taking a bright red colour. “I’m afraid I’ll only be here for a while, kid. Thank you. Your ruby necklace really complements your skin tone. The peculiar shape reminds me of a close friend of mine’s necklace.” Suran tucks a few loose strands of hair behind her ear. “What?” Jimin looks down and pales when the crystal ball has a really deep red colour. “O-Oh, it’s not supposed to be red.” Jimin said nervously as he frowns and grabs the spherical pendant in between his thumb and forefinger. “My necklace has been acting very weird the past two days. It used to be just a clear crystal ball.” The pink-haired boy twirls it around. ‘Is it really broken?’ He pouts at the thought. It’s the only thing he has aside from the café that his grandma leaves in his hands. And Jimin has a soft spot for the necklace for his grandmother has always treated it so dearly to her. He still remembers how she refused to take it off even once because the necklace is a gift from a special friend. Apparently, she once complained that she never understands her friend and the next day, despite muttering hurtful things, the said friend gave her the necklace to understand him better. And to Jimin, it feels like the necklace and his grandmother’s spirit is still connected and he refuses to part with that. “Hm is that so? It looks very similar to Yaksoku’s though.” Suran muses and almost immediately, Hoseok and Jimin looks at her. “You knew my grandma?” ‘Grandma?’ Suran gapes and when she remembers that her time differs from humans’, she knew she fucked up. “How do you and Yoongi know about my grandmother? I’ve never seen you before…” Jimin looks down to Hoseok and wonder how did Hoseok meet these people who know about his grandmother. While the angel could not lie to Jimin, he has been trying to get help from both namjoon and Suran who both avert their gazes elsewhere. The blithe male then gives Jimin a smile. “We were Yaksoku’s friends.” Yoongi suddenly said, his eyes returning to the normal white sclera and bluish grey iris. He meets Jimin’s brown ones for a while before looking at the raging red crystal sphere pendant hanging on a grey coloured chain around his neck. Although that isn’t a lie, it isn’t the whole truth either and judging on Jimin’s slow nod, he must have been rather contented with the answer. Although the pink-haired waiter doesn’t know how it connects, he drops the subject fairly quick since he hasn’t been in his grandmother’s life for long for he has always been with the two boys he no longer sees but once meant the world to him. Park Jimin then bows and excuses himself before making his way towards the counter when the bell chimes again. Yoongi, again has his eyes on Jimin. The latter boy smiles at a customer and again, his eyes disappearing when his cheeks go up much like when the moon fades away when the sun comes up to shine. The customer who came in has a child with her and he swore Park Jimin got twice as bright when his brown eyes meets the little girl’s. He gave her a lollipop for free and ruffles her hair as Yoongi tried to not scoff at the action. It feels like it’s a very Park Jimin action but if Yoongi tries hard enough, maybe he can see his best friend’s silhouette treating her customers with care. Is kindness hereditary? Yoongi isn’t sure. But what he does know is that Suran and Hoseok are vaguely talking about Yaksoku while Namjoon is still on the phone with the head of the Lycans. His advisor stifles a little laugh as he makes a light-hearted joke. The head of the Lycans is one of Namjoon’s close friends back in Infernum. When Namjoon hangs up, he gives Yoongi a proud smile. One that says ‘Mission accomplished, hyung. I just got you your pups also I’ve got other info too.’ “Alright, Jackson Wang has agreed to help and he is even willing to give us 6 of his most trusted pups. Also, according to him, apparently, some of his trainees have been acting up. Upon investigations, they have found the use of some sort of deep-sea kelp that makes them strong and alert. They kelps have been sent to a lab to see if it’s a new type of drug but turns out, it’s just kelp. But, here’s the thing. That ‘just kelp’ is at least 500 years old. Jackson has also reported things that his idols’ and trainees’ behaviour have gotten out of hand lately and it’s been hard to keep Tantara Records’ name clear. Nothing literally scares these kids anymore and even worse is that an insider told him that the kelp-seller is amongst them.” “Namjoon-ah, I will leave the pups to you. I need to find out who the fuck is trying to steal my authority.” Yoongi growls, nails scraping the polish of the wooden chair he’s sitting on. “Will do, my prince.” And when Namjoon promises and bows, he delivers as promised. ‘I will find you and bite your neck off.’ Yoongi thought, gritting his teeth.
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The demon prince rarely smokes. Even though it is amongst the things he likes doing on Earth, he rarely has the white cancer stick in between his lips. Yoongi likes it because there are times when it feels like with every burnt cigar, his problems burn along with it. But when it doesn’t feel like that, it pisses him off to no ends. And one cigarette turns to three and the number keeps increasing afterwards. Yoongi runs his fingers through his white coloured hair unconsciously as he huffs out a puff of smoke. He takes the stick in between his middle and forefinger as he leans his head against the red bricks that make up Promise Café. He is currently waiting for Jung Hoseok, a literal angel; his best friend and Park Jimin’s guardian angel to get a cup of hot cappuccino for his mother, Persephone or more commonly known as Min Yoo Jung. She had called him in the midst of intense meeting and asked him to come to her flower shop. Apparently, the goddess of spring has something to tell him and she couldn’t tell him over the phone. With a sigh, he adjourns the meeting and went out for a few smokes. Yoongi has his mind elsewhere as he thinks about his small team. It had always been like this. Just them, the six of them against the world. Too bad Jeongguk isn’t around yet or the team would have been completed. He will have Hoseok by his side to keep him level headed while Namjoon and a muscular brown haired Lycan gather extra information for him. The duo are certainly bad news to whomever they’re hunting for information while Jeongguk’s presence is to clean things up when it gets rough. And no one dares to act up whenever Guk’s around. They know that Yoongi will let Guk kill if needed to. As for Suran, she’s usually his voice. If he needs his word to travel fast, loud and crystal clear, she’s the perfect person for it. Although the pureblood vampire strongly dislikes the young Lycan, she is still willing to help the boys gather information since Yoongi doesn’t seem like he can stay calm any longer. “Sorry,” Hoseok pants as he pushes the clear glass door open. Yoongi huffs out a smoke as he gives Hoseok a glance. The white-haired prince licks his lower lip and takes the stick out from between his lips. “Did I make you wait long?” He asks and Yoongi grunts as he straightens his form and throws the cigarette on the pavement and stomps it with the heel of his sandals. Hoseok smiles out of gratefulness at Yoongi’s actions for the angel can’t breathe well in polluted air. “Jimin insists on giving you these.” Hoseok said holding out a brown box – the one you typically get whenever you buy a cake from cafes. At the mention of the pink-haired waiter, Yoongi immediately scans the inside of the café for the man but to no avail. “He’s hiding in the kitchen.” Hoseok chuckles and Yoongi finds himself smiling a little. “Did he tell you why?” “He did,” Hoseok’s upper lip pulls up into a small, soft smile. “He said it’s ‘cause you looked stressed. And also, ‘cause you didn’t seem like you liked the milkshake much.” Yoongi’s small smile disappears as fast as it came and he’s back to his tsundere self.“Alright well, this cake it probably going to fuck his accounts up.” Yoongi walks away while the angel catches up with Yoo Jung’s cup of hot cappuccino. “He does own the place. A couple bucks won’t put a dent in his wallet, Yoongi. Don’t be dramatic.” Hoseok snorts and the prince rolls his eyes. “By the way, if you’re wondering… I wasn’t sent to him when Yaksoku is still around.” Hoseok said, glancing at Yoongi’s straight face. “I was sent to him because the boy tried to kill himself.” Yoongi gives Hoseok a short glance before focusing on the road before him. “Minnie, he,” The angel sighs as he runs his fingers through his hair. “He tried to drown himself in a motel so shitty, it has moss in the walls in the room, Yoongi. Gabriel told me to go down and save him. He couldn’t go down since he had to bow down and heed to Hera’s every request. For some reason, Zeus is so fond of Minnie that he specifically told Gabriel to look after him ever since he was a 2-celled embryo.” The angel swallows the lump in his throat. “Hyung, when I touched Minnie that day to save him, the boy was under the influence of LSD that he wasn’t even conscious but at the same time, I have never felt that kind of intense sadness. He was cheated on the day his grandma died and-” Hoseok trails off as his tone gets grim. “What I’m trying to tell you is that he felt stuck that day and in so much pain that he couldn’t handle it anymore and decided to throw his life away.” “Seokkie, why are you telling me all this?” Yoongi asks, stopping in the midst of the partially busy street.“I saw the way you look at him and vice versa. I just want you to be happy, hyung. I want Minnie to be happy and for that to happen, you need to know about him. You need to let him tell you the story though, since it’s not my place to do so.” “I have no time for this, Seokkie. My kingdom is on the line. I’ll be happy when that little fuck is dead.” Yoongi growls. He doesn’t know if he’s trying to convince himself or convince Hoseok although it is true that he doesn’t have time for anything else since his sole focus now is to save his kingdom. He couldn’t afford any distractions. But Yoongi couldn’t help but to grimace at how the lie sounds after it escapes his lips. And before the angel can say anything (much to his displease), they have arrived in front of Yoo Jung’s flower shop, Bunga.Bunga is a word for ‘flower’ in a few languages like Malay and Indonesian. Yoongi stares at the signboard as he reminisces the late nights Jeongguk spent to come up with the design for his mother. It came out pretty decent. Yoongi can’t help but feel proud of his little brother despite having it done a few years ago. “Gukkie did a good job at the sign, didn’t he?” Hoseok asks, at awe with the design as well. The sign is written in cursive as it adorns the colour of Neoleias – as it starts with a deep purple from the bottom of the sign and slowly turns into maroon and pink before it turns into orange and ends with a yellow at the tips of the word from below-up. Although the younger demon had done it prior to the current design and colour scheme, it can still be approved in today’s society “He sure did.” When the clear door opens, Yoo Jung gives the two boys a small smile. “Come on in.” The goddess of spring invites as the boys watch her yellow sundress twirl with her every movement. “Did you bring my cappuccino?” Hoseok nods and gives the cup to her. She takes it with a big smile as she takes a deep breath of the aroma and sighs. “Divine.” She whispers and takes the first sip. Yoongi looks around and finds a few flowers that he isn’t sure his mother is allowed to sell and amongst which is the Smeraldo and golden bellflowers. “So what did you call us here for, mom?” Yoongi asks, finally tearing his gaze away from the flowers and to his mother. Yoo Jung puts her cup down when Yoongi asks her the question and takes a deep breath. “I’m going back to Olympus.” Yoo Jung said in a matter of factly tone as she opens the brown box Jimin originally packed for Yoongi. The Goddess of harvest lets out a moan after the first bite as she watches her son frown. “Your grandmother needs me.” ‘Well, Demeter can go fuck herself.’ The words are already at the tip of Yoongi’s tongue as his frown goes deeper. “I’m sorry, honey.” Yoo Jung sighs while trying to persuade her only son while her said son, Yoongi hates it when he acts like a petulant child. He’s clearly a few hundred years old, already. “I need you.” Yoongi said in an unconscious pout. “You cant just leave me.” “I’ll be back in 2 days.” The queen of Infernum says as she strokes her son’s white hair. “Honey, I’ve been meaning to ask you: why’d you bleach your hair?” Yoongi scoffs and rolls his eyes.“We both know that this is the side effect of the portal. Joon pushed me in without my consent and it stresses the fuck out of my body.” When his mother doesn’t stop ruffling his hair, he sighs. “I’ll dye it.”“I didn’t know you can have Marie Antoinette’s syndrome.” Hoseok jokes and Yoongi glares at him.“I get Marie Antoinette’s all the time because of sons of bitches like Joon and you.” Hoseok laughs, obviously not thinking much of the jest. “You love us.” Hoseok’s right. Yoongi truly do. The prince knows it, the angel knows it. Even the Goddess of Harvest knows it.Yoongi scoffs as a reply and that’s when a customer’s head is seen peeking at the glass windows. “I’ll get it.” Hoseok smiles as he walks towards the door, leaving the mother-son pair. He opens the door and greets the customer. The customer had asked for roses and the angel leads him to the garden while engaging in a conversation with the said customer. “Yoongi, I promise I’ll be gone for two days tops.” Yoo Jung takes his son’s cold hands in her warm ones. “I need you to take care of ‘Bunga’ for me.” The goddess says, staring at Yoongi’s eyes which are an exact copy of hers. “Gukkie will take over the floristry after he comes back from the Mediterranean-” Yoongi’s eyes widen at this. He wasn’t informed of his little brother’s whereabouts and he didn’t think of it as anything since Jeongguk travels a lot for his duties but going as far as the Mediterranean takes him off guard.“For what?” “He told me that he was summoned by a Mer since there are reports of slavery and murder.” At the mention of murder, Yoongi sigh as he rubs his temple. He has been too caught up in his own kingdom that he has forgotten about the People of Poseidon. He couldn’t expect Hera to suddenly opt and do her job as regent and Queen of Paradisus while Zeus is away so of course, indirectly, Poseidon’s kingdom is in his reign too. Besides, every mystical and mythical beings in the world are registered under his organisation – Vescor so it made him twice more responsible after the creatures. “Mom, can you,” The thought of asking for favours from his mother dizzies him. He isn’t one to ask for favours and even though it’s asking from his own mother, he feels awkward, vulnerable and uncomfortable as he tries to think of anything else but his failure to protect the Mer. Yoongi needs to be sure to check Vescor, an organisation Yoongi made for species humans deem as the ‘mythical’ and ‘mystical’. “I will try to find something out for you. Don’t stress yourself, honey.” Yoo Jung said in a soft voice, whenever her mother senses start tingling. And then, Yoongi starts shifting uncomfortably from one foot to another as he rubs the back of his neck and his greyish blue eyes stick on the floor below him. There’s one thought troubling him and he is dying to ask his mother about it but he fears the answer.“Yoongi-ah,” Yoo Jung starts softly. When Yoongi looks up to meet his mother, her soft hands strokes Yoongi’s cheeks and for a second there, the prince’s tough façade crumbles down. And the only one remains is just a mommy’s boy named Min Yoongi and this Min Yoongi is the sensitive, caring boy his mother had him grow with. “Tell me what’s wrong?” Yoongi bites his lower lip as he averts his gaze elsewhere. Should he just lie or ask his mother? He decides on the latter and takes a deep breath.“Is there a chance for me to have a sibling?” Yoongi asks and Yoo Jung’s hands turn cold for a split second. Yoongi didn’t ponder too much about it when his mother laughs.“Yoongi, my sweet little boy. Has being regent taken a toll on you? You’re the only heir to Infernum. You know that, don’t you? Your father, Hades, he… He loves us a lot even though he has a weird way of showing it. He isn’t like his other brothers, Yoongi.” Yoo Jung said after enveloping her son into a hug. When she lets go, Yoongi feels a lot better. And then with a final ‘goodbye’, Yoo Jung opens a portal to Paradisus and jumps into it.Usually, it doesn’t take much for Yoongi to trust his mother but he still remembers Yoo Jung’s yellowish orange aura – the colour of uncertainty. ***After Yoo Jung’s departure to Demeter’s house in Olympus, Yoongi had stormed out of Bunga and left Hoseok to fend for himself as a florist as he tries to decorate a bouquet of 13 stalks of roses without knowing the real symbolisation of the number – eternal friendship for a man with a suit, gelled hair and a black velvet box in his hand possibly containing a ring, sitting snugly between the cushion.He had gone straight to a barber and requested his hair to be dyed mint green and an undercut. After that, he had gone straight to Aphrodite.And this time, he didn’t ask for Angels this time but Muses or in a term easier to understand, strippers. Jin, the then black-haired man (now blonde) son of Aphrodite had led him to the back rooms where his best Muse is currently resting after his last session. “I’ll tell you the rules again, Yoongi.” Jin said while the mint-haired demon prince rolls his eyes. He knows the drill. He has been fucking Angels and receive dances from Muses even before they have a term to call themselves that other than prostitutes and strippers. “My rules are simple. You respect them, I’ll respect you. Firstly, no touching my Muses.” If Jin is particular about his Angels, he’s even more particular about his Muses. “You’re there to enjoy dances not to fuck. If you want to fuck, you go ahead and choose one of my Angels. Okay?” Jin asks with a tight smile. “I know.” Yoongi huffs.“That’s what you said that about my Angels but you still broke them.” Jin jests and Yoongi rolls his eyes. “I apologised, didn’t I?” Yoongi frowns at the cold shoulder the Divine is giving him. He knows it’s his fault but he isnt used to his level-headed best friend being mad with him. But, to be fair, Jin had given him only one rule and he couldn’t even abide it. He would be mad, too. The prince’s frown deepens at the thought.“And I accepted it. Doesn’t mean I have to stop being bitter about it. You broke two of my favourite Angels so bad they couldn’t come to work today.” Jin huffs. The divine is truly upset and it’s so painstakingly obvious although he tries to keep a light ambience. The prince sighs as he makes a mental note to get something nice for his hyung – perhaps a pair of tear-drop ruby earrings might be the fastest way to melt Jin’s heart. Yoongi might need to change his Danakes for some Korean Won to be able to afford them but he thinks it’s rather fair – a beautiful present for a beautiful person. Seokjin opens the curtain to let Yoongi enter the VIP room. Everything looks like a replica of Aphrodite’s house but this particular room – this room almost fooled Yoongi. He almost believed that he had somehow transported to Aphrodite’s chamber if not for the stripper pole in the middle of the room. Everything is dipped in gold and Yoongi could have sworn that Jin had custom made all his furniture in this very club to spite his mother and her avant-garde golden chateau aka cage. It had bugged Yoongi since the first night he came but was too caught up in his emotions to actually give two fucks about it but now that he’s sober, he notices the uncanny resemblance down to the smallest details.As soon as the mint-haired prince enters, his eyes roam across the room only to find a perspiring half-naked man with half lidded dark blue eyes. His eyes are nothing like Yoongi has seen before. They remind him of the twilight zone where only filtered light can penetrate the ocean. The Muse is currently sprawled across the couch draped with gold coloured satin sunderneath him with his legs up. If Yoongi is asked to describe the Muse in one word, he’d choose ‘expensive’. The said male then spares Yoongi a lazy smile from where he is while humming a song that is most probably part of his choreography. “V, darling, I’ve brought you a new client. I know you’re already done for the day but he’s my most important friend.” Jin places both his hands on Yoongi’s shoulders. “I need him to have a good time and be less grouchy so I can get some dicking down myself.” “Don’t say it like I put you on some dry spell.” The prince makes another note to give Namjoon some days off along with the tear-drop ruby earrings to win the Divine back.“You did when you decided to make Namjoon run errands for you.” Yoongi rolls his eyes and scoffs. “Anyway, darling,” Jin looks at the male sprawling across the couch with a friendly smile. “I’ll be back to check on you later, yeah?” “Sure, it’s no problem.” V said, running his fingers through his wavy brown hair. They look so soft and Yoongi has got to admit that he has never seen a man this beautiful in his life despite living for centuries.The Muse then brings himself into a sitting position before strutting down confidently towards the prince with a sly smile. It took Yoongi a minute to realise that Jin had left them when the Muse offers his hand to him. The mint-haired prince stares at it for a while and grabs it when the Muse, V flashes him his infamous boxy smile. He watches quietly how the lean Muse radiates a bright red showing how confident he is as he leads the prince to the middle of the room where a gold coloured chair is situated. Yoongi sits himself down the said chair and without the Muse telling him, he pours himself some Syrah and added some ice. He swirls his glass whilst watching the Muse put on some music. The prince leans into his seat and allows himself to put his guard down and get high from the good wine, music and the smell of something very nostalgic and familiar. Yoongi finds himself stare at the wavy brown-haired man with peculiar eyes while he tries to figure out why does he smell awfully similar to peaches and Neoleas. It is a combination that Yoongi will never allow himself to forget. It brings a lot of different memories to him. The feeling of helplessness and despair are one of the many things it brought alongside a few unpleasant memories. But this time, the scent made him reminisce the times he spent with his little brother. A younger Jeongguk, the half hybrid demon who has chubby fingers and heavy cheeks with round, curious steel eyes who was once much, much smaller than him. He’s reminiscing the Jeongguk who used to be very shy and timid – just a little demon who puts so much trust in him that he would trail behind him all the time. The one who would cry if Yoongi tried to leave and the one who wants his attention all time. He remembers the first time he laid eyes on a baby Jeongguk and how he felt upon laying eyes on the cute infant in his mother’s arms. Yoongi thought that the infant boy resembles a certain ball of fluff which hops around with a pair of thumpers as the young prince wondered if Jeongguk would trip on his own floppy ears if he ever grows a pair of bunny ears. And now, Jeon Jeongguk is all grown up. He is no longer the small timid boy Min Yoongi knew as the boy experienced puberty and had suddenly gained some muscles. It’s weird when Jeongguk is the same demon that Yoongi thinks of when he wants something done the way he likes it – fast, precise and clean. It has never been a secret that his little brother is the one he is most proud of and the one who is most loyal and least likely to let him down. Even if the world were to crash and burn, Yoongi is confident that Jeongguk will never let go of his hand. It has always been them and Namjoon against the world.When Yoongi finally snaps out of his trance, he is hyper aware of the wavy-haired Muse caging him in his seat. He was shocked to find the Muse so close to him and the fact that he barely sensed the proximity but he will be damned if he lets his cool slip. He quickly gathers his composure and his shocked expression disappears as fast as it comes while he plays it off by drinking the Syrah in his hand. The Muse, however has a pair of calculating blue eyes and Yoongi find himself despising those eyes. He feels insecure and uncomfortable when being watched so closely. And feeling insecure and uncomfortable is too human for him and he despises the feeling. It’s revolting.“Are you like Jin-hyung or Namjoon-hyung?” The male asks and Yoongi almost choke on his Syrah. He has never expected the Muse’s voice to be that deep and it caught him off guard. Never would he ever thought that a guy so soft-looking would have a voice so deep, it reminds him of the disphotic zone. For some reason, although his voice doesn’t match his face (doesn’t mean he doesn’t like it though), it matches his eyes. “I’m Namjoon’s prince.” Yoongi answers like the proximity doesn’t bother him as he pours himself some more Syrah into his glass, trying to drink his discomfort away. “Prince?” V asks, looking to the side before boldly meeting Yoongi’s steel blue eyes. “Does it mean you’re not human, as well? I believe he comes from Inferium?” Although the prince is displeased with the tone as it made him feel like he’s some sort of an alien, he is captivated by the human with dark blue eyes.“Infernum, kid.” Yoongi sighs as he averts his gaze and places the glass on the table next to his chair while he wonders why Namjoon would even tell a measly human about their kingdom. V immediately leans away from Yoongi as he bows in front of the mint-haired prince.“Your highness, Prince of Infernum,” V starts and the prince couldn’t help but snort. “Hey, I’m trying to show you some respect here.” “I don’t need your respect. I’m not your prince. Just Namjoon’s.” Yoongi watches the male before him intently. “I know you don’t. But with all due respect, sire, what I think you need is an Angel.” Yoongi snorts a second time. ‘Does the boy think I don’t know what I need?’ He thought, rolling his eyes. “I’m serious. I can smell the frustration radiating out of you lacing with a ‘natsukashii’ type of smell.” Natsukashii is a Japanese word that is used when people are feeling a sense of nostalgia. Yoongi gives V a glance before giving the Muse a small smile.“That’s peculiar. How the fuck can you smell nostalgia?” V shrugs at the question.“I’ve always been able to smell certain things. Anyway,” The Muse leans back down to cage Yoongi in between his arms. “I think what you need is an Angel to fuck all that frustration out. My eyes are never wrong, too. You’re too tense for someone who just wants a dance from a Muse. Also, I heard what you did yesterday and couldn’t help but wonder if they didn’t do a good job.” V purrs. “Then why don’t you make an exception and be an Angel for me?” The prince asks, leaning in towards the Muse. He knows that Jin is going to raise Hell for this as he makes a mental note to give Namjoon at least 3 days off and get him the whole set of those tear-drop ruby jewelleries. As long as he can get a verbal ‘okay’ from this insanely attractive man before him, Jin won’t cut his dick off.V groans in frustration as he holds himself back from closing the distance and claims the prince’s lips for himself. “God,” He groans, licking his lower lip. “I want to be an Angel again.” He whimpers as he places his forehead against Yoongi’s.“What’s stopping you?” Yoongi asks, exhaling in the Muse’s face. V licks his lower lip as he groans in pure want. If Yoongi couldn’t care less about his best friend, he would have grabbed the Muse by his shoulders and throw him on the floor and take him from the back, nice and hard. He is beginning to get hard just by the thought and his hands are aching to make his thoughts a reality.“My prince.” V answers without hesitation as he places a kiss on Yoongi’s cheek. “But maybe I can make an exception for a real prince?” He says, mainly to himself before leaning in to capture Yoongi’s lips when the two of them were so rudely interrupted. Yoongi was about to grab the intruders by the neck and throw them to the pits of Styx River when he was greeted with a familiar pair of grey eyes that belongs to his (annoyed?) little brother, Jeon Jeongguk. Jin trails behind the younger demon with Namjoon hand-in-hand; both adorning the same blissed-out expression.“V, honey, thank you for your services. Looks like Yoongi is more relaxed now than he was before he came.” Yoongi doubts Jin meant what he said because if he couldn’t see the obvious tent in his pants, Jin must be blind while Jeongguk doesn’t spare a single glance at Yoongi. He only has his steel eyes on the Muse and only him. “We have some important business to talk about now. Can we please have some privacy?” Upon the request, V immediately pulls away from Yoongi. “Some other time, then, yeah?” V winks at the prince and the prince are beyond annoyed. He even got so riled up and upon seeing V’s obvious hard on, he nods at the Muse. The prince was about to ask if he could get a blowjob later but when he sees how red his little brother’s aura is, he decided otherwise. He couldn’t pin point why Jeongguk adopts the colour of wrath as his steel eyes follow the Muse out. He was about to ask his little brother when Jeongguk finally looks at Yoongi and as fast as it came, the red fades away as his steel eyes no longer hold thunderstorms. While Yoongi often sees the emotions change in humans, colours are a bit rare to be seen on demons and deities alike. The emotion they feel has got to be strong and passionate for it to show. And on demons like Jeongguk, colours are almost non-existent. The first time Min Yoongi ever sees colour on Jeongguk, it was a dark, deep blue, one that rivals the colour of V’s eyes. And the second time is the fiery, bright red, one that resembles volcano larva. The older demon usually will never let it go but when Jeongguk comes in to hug Yoongi, the mint-haired prince figured that it would be wiser to let his little brother be. When they part, a black bunny hops towards the steel-eyed demon as he crouches down to grab him. Yoongi reaches out to pat the bunny as it snuggles closer to Yoongi’s touch. The bunny is made from Yoongi’s energy and is designed to look after Jeongguk whilst he is away in Infernum. Yoongi has never thought that Jeongguk would keep the bunny this long for it was made when he was made regent. Although the younger demon is now a head taller than he is, he couldn’t stop the urge to ruffle the younger’s blonde hair with tints of pink. Despite the long journey, Jeongguk still manage to smell good. He smells of perfume and soap and Yoongi wonders if his little brother is a demon or a laundry fairy instead. “Mother told me you went to the Mediterranean?” Jeongguk purses his lips as he plops himself on the couch the Muse was sprawled on earlier. “How was it?”“Well more specifically, I went to Atlantis.”“Atlantis?” Yoongi furrows his eyebrows. “How’d you even find Atlantis? You can barely differentiate right and left.”“Rude, hyung. That was years ago. I can totally differentiate them now.” Jeongguk feigns hurt and cracks a smile. “Anyway, you might not believe me but portals can’t take me underwater.” Ever since Atlantis lost a war with the Goddess of war herself, Athena sank them to the bottom of the ocean, Poseidon had salvaged whatever is left of his people and gave them fins to replace their crushed legs and gave them the ability to breathe under water by modifying the property of their skin and lungs. “I know.” Yoongi mumbles as he sat back down on the chair V had caged him in. He used to ask the portal to bring him to Atlantis at least 5 times every day for a month or so. Seokjin once wanted a mermaid pearl to make a pearl necklace from it while Yoongi just wanted to make his best friend happy. But with his hectic schedules and intense war simulations Hades had him learn, he just couldn’t find the time to find the underwater city. But when he finally did, his father had to leave Infernum and he was forced to take his place as regent.“So, I had to find my own way.” Jeongguk smirks. “I used the Marianas Web.” “You logged in the Dark web?” Yoongi deadpans. “Yeah. It was super easy to use. It doesn’t really require too much thinking or pondering. The answer is already in the codes itself. Apparently, there are other secrets about the universe as well. Humans might know a lot more than we think they do. They have the whole universe map in there, hyung – all 9 realms. And what caught my eye most is the world called Valhalla.”“Valhalla isn’t in our domain, Guk. That’s the place where sacred creatures like the Inari Foxes, shrine guardians and white snakes of Benzaiten go to when they die. It’s similar to a human’s Nirvana and our Clancularium.” Namjoon casually said as he stretches his long legs, bringing Jin along with him to sit on an empty couch. “Right, I just wanted to say that I have never seen anything like it. It’s so bright and – and so beautiful. I can barely take my eyes off it.” “Valhalla has always been beautiful, kid. But it’s an uncharted territory. It’s also pretty far away from here and time moves differently from us as well. Anyway, tell us if Plato were shitting us all. Does Herc’s pillars really point to Atlantis?”“Yeah. Surprisingly, Plato didn’t lie about that one.” Namjoon’s eyes brightens as he leans in closer to the younger. “It was kinda hard to find Hercules’s pillars at this age but I managed with the help of a headless faerie.” “You met a Celtic Faerie?” Namjoon has always wanted to see the world and meet new creatures he deems interesting but had to hold back his desires for he has more important things to do – his job. Yoongi has always felt sorry for his advisor. Maybe one day when Hades returns, he will let Namjoon do whatever the fuck he wants but he couldn’t afford to let Namjoon go now. Especially now.“But I’m not here to tell you about how I found Atlantis. I need to tell you about what I heard at Atlantis. The People of Poseidon were talking, hyung.” Jeongguk’s smile is long gone from his face as he adorns a scornful look on his handsome, youthful face. “They were telling me about a new prince of Infernum who is competing for the throne. What the fuck is that all about?” Yoongi takes in a sharp breath as he leans in his seat.“Competing for the throne? Is he even for real?” Jin furrows his eyebrows. “Did he think the throne is a game where you can just win and rule?” “Do we have any casualties?” Yoongi asks, secretly hoping there’s none. But when Jeongguk’s lips turn into a straight, grim line, Yoongi’s heart drop. ‘Fuck.’ Yoongi isnt sure if he wants to know but if this little fuck kills even one Mer-“He left a total of 5 mermen, 4 sirens, 1 white dragon and 2 nymphs or undines slaughtered to prove it.” When Jeongguk meets Yoongi’s eyes, he was taken aback to see how the darkness begin to seep in his hyung’s eyes, replacing his usual greyish blue ones. “Fuck!” Yoongi shouts, his voice reverberates through the walls. Attacking the People of Poseidon has been a taboo since they have declared to be extinct by Vescor, one of the organisations made by Yoongi to keep tabs on the various species of creatures that humans deem as ‘mystical’ and ‘mythical’. Once, a long time ago, the Divines and Fallen alike have asked for Mer blood and the humans were more than willing to please them. The seas were once dyed red due to their merciless slaughter to satiate all parties’ selfish needs. Though it happened centuries ago, the People of Poseidon have never forgotten the tragedy as they hid themselves and their country so they were never to be found. Their numbers have not multiplied much since the Mers aren’t known to be the most fertile creatures. It takes years just to conceive a child and the rate of the mother surviving is as low as 30% for the anatomy of the Mers are quite complex.‘If killing Mers aren’t bad enough, the little fuck may have killed the last surviving Undine and Dragon.’ Yoongi growls as he can feel the weight of it all falling on his shoulders. Although Suran is just filling in for him, he is still the leader of Vescor and it is his duty to make sure the continuation of the species goes on. “I want to know who the mother fucker is.” The prince spits out with venom dripping his every word. He can feel his wings on the verge of ripping through his shirt as it’s already forming two lumps beneath his shirt. “Killing Poseidon’s People is a crime that the Divines won’t be able to turn a blind eye to if the little fuck is truly a Fallen. This isn’t just a Vescor problem anymore. It’s Infernum’s now. So, unless you lil shits want a war in our hands, I suggest you bring me the information quick.” Yoongi bares his sharp fangs while glaring at Namjoon. Well, one thing’s for sure is that Jin will have to be satisfied with Namjoon having only a day off per week if the situation is this shitty.The pink-haired advisor averts his gaze from the livid prince. He felt like he has let his prince down and it’s a feeling he can never get used to as his love interest grabs his trembling hands tightly. While the advisor is lost in his own thoughts, Jin keeps a close eye on Yoongi’s gestures, ready to protect Namjoon from any alarming mannerisms from the said prince. In other words, if Min Yoongi loses control, Jin isn’t going to hesitate to fight for his mate. The hostility in the air didn’t go unnoticed by anyone in the room. While Jin is ready to fight Yoongi if he ever poses any threat to Namjoon, Jeongguk is ready to fight Jin if he ever opposes the prince. And that’s when Yoongi knows he needs to be the rock and not get easily swayed by gentle zephyrs. When he hears the seams of his sweatshirt is about to get ripped off, he tries his best to resist his wings from coming out. It hurts and he could feel his skin tear off as blood trickle down his back.“I think that’s enough for tonight.” Jeongguk stands up, putting his bunny down at the foot of the chair before trying to calm his older brother down. Jeongguk moves forward towards his brother while bunny stays, licking its ears clean as it hops around the room before stopping at the place Jeongguk left him. Jeongguk, now in front of Yoongi carefully caresses the prince’s back, being extra careful to not apply any pressure to the area where his wings are coming out. “We talked enough. Let’s just continue this some other time, okay?” Jeongguk asks, looking straight at Yoongi. The prince lets out pained groans as beads of sweat begins to bud on his forehead. The pain is excruciating as Jin stands from the couch as he, too tries to ease the pain. Yoongi curtly nods at Jeongguk’s suggestion and when he finally calms down, Jin offers him a glass of Syrah. With trembling hands and perspiring forehead, Yoongi accepts the drink. The older Divine and younger demon watches Yoongi intently as he prince downs the drink in one go, breathing beginning to turn heavier and more laboured. “Guk’s right. I’ll see you tomorrow.” Yoongi in between breaths, trying to calm himself down before he leaves. “I’m sorry for snapping like that. Meeting is adjourned.” The prince closes his eyes before standing up, making the three others straighten their back out of habit.“I’ll do my best tomorrow, hyung.” Namjoon mumbles and when Yoongi reopens his eyes, it has reverted to the usual white sclera and the greyish blue eyes that matches his mother’s. “I know. You never let me down, after all.” The prince offers his advisor a small smile and a pat on his shoulder. “If you’re coming back in the morning, I want my coffee black, please.” Jin scoffs. “Make your own cup of coffee, then.” The Divine retorts, secretly grateful that the atmosphere has reverted back to normal.“Buy your own damn coffee machine, then.” Yoongi fires and the elder man sticks his lower lip out.“Well, can’t hyung borrow your damn coffee machine?” The prince rolls his eyes at this. He absolutely loathes it when Jin plays the hyung card. Although Yoongi doesn’t give two shits if anyone says it, it was Jin who did and so the mint-haired finds himself grumbling incoherent words under his breath. While the ever beautiful man talks about how he helped Yoongi with Vescor while trying to build Aphrodite, the youngest demon walks away with his black bunny in his arms. This happens way too often and Jeon Jeongguk has other plans.“See you losers tomorrow.” Jeongguk mutters under his breath and walks out with a smile when he hears his two eldest hyungs stop bickering.“What was that, you little shit?!” Yoongi shouts.“I literally fed you with all of my money. So enlighten me, Jeon Jeongguk. What do you mean by losers, you ungrateful little bit-?!”“Nobody wants your dirty money, hyung.” Jeongguk shouts in the corridor as he runs his fingers in the little bunny’s fur.“You’re a demon, why do you care?!” Jin stumbles out of the room with a slam and Jeongguk runs away with a chuckle.***The prince walks amongst the people of Seoul as his sharp greyish blue eyes follow the youngsters and elders roaming in the same streets as he. The elders are worrying for their children while the children are chasing materialistic things. For once, Yoongi wonders why they chase things that doesn’t matter in neither Infernum, Nirvana or Paradisus. Depending on your thoughts while you’re in the state of Limbo, you’ll be sent to either three places and usually, materialistic things doesn’t get you far.It makes you end up in Infernum and you either get reborn into a Sluagh or a citizen of Infernum where you’ll either be part of the vampire, Lycan or faerie clan. Yoongi has seen a fair share of humans turn into a Sluagh or malicious spirits who haunts human souls with hopes of getting their body as a new vessel. They are never part of Vescor for they aren’t real. They are being haunted by the organisation instead for disrupting the peace in the human world. He also has seen a fair share of humans being reborn into one of the three clans and while they are supposed to be loyal to purebloods, the alpha and the Titania of their clan, their voices are either ignored or deemed unimportant. He isn’t sure what’s it like in Paradisus but he guesses that it’s pretty much the same although humans reborn as angels get better treatments.However, Hoseok has never been a human and neither does the 7 archangels. Zeus had Hoseok and his sietr made from the break of dawn, when the sky is most golden. Yoongi had witnessed how Zeus molded the two angels out of the sun and the golden sky. It never made sense to him but a lot of things the Divines do doesn’t make sense to him. It was times like these that he believed his grandmother’s cruel words – ‘it was something only the Divines would understand’. Nevertheless, it was a memory he can never forget even if he tried. Zeus covers his large palms and when he opens them, a baby Hoseok and a toddler (his sister) is seen. Hoseok was sucking on his thumb whilst the older figure, the girl was hugging her little brother close. And ever since then, Gabriel was the one in charge of the two, thus being the mentor the both of them love and adore.“Oh.” A familiar voice breaks Yoongi’s rail of thoughts. “Hello, I never would have thought I’d run into you at this hour.” Jimin said, smiling as he continues locking his café down. He has on a velvet embroidery padded coat with a skull and an arrow-pierced-heart on the right side of the coat and some words Yoongi doesn’t bother to read. “Uh, yeah.” Yoongi said, trying to not breathe in too much of the boy’s sweet scent. Now that the smell of coffee isn’t enough to mask it, Yoongi finds Jimin’s scent insanely intoxicating. It’s not captivating like how the Muse’s eyes had been but Yoongi found himself attracted to it like how ants are attracted to sugar. “You close up rather late.” He points out, estimating the time around 11 to 12 based on the position of the stars. The cotton candy haired boy rubs the back of his neck and shrugs.“I usually close it at this time.” Yoongi nods, understanding. “They say Seoul never sleeps but God knows I need it.” The boy chuckles at his own joke as he shoves the keys in the pocket of his jacket. “Do you usually close the store alone?” Yoongi asks, opting to ignore what Jimin had said as the said boy shakes his head in response.“Usually, Hoseokie-hyung accompanies me. But he has a date today and it has been so long since he went out with anyone…” Yoongi is vaguely aware that Jimin is still talking but he cant focus on that now. His best friend is an angel and angels are devoid of any humanly emotions like love. The emotion he’s allowed to have his to care for Jimin and his friends and that’s more than what other angels have and he is out here, going out on dates. ‘He’s getting too human and too corrupted. What if he can’t turn into angel anymore?’ The thought worries Yoongi. The last thing he needs now is his best friend turning into a fallen angel. “I see. Where do you live?” Yoongi asks, after noticing Jimin has stopped talking. It caught Jimin off guard at the question and he hesitated to answer but remembers that Yoongi isn’t just a customer. He is Hoseok’s best friend. “A few blocks down.” Yoongi gives the younger boy a curt nod and walks ahead of him. “Are you coming or not?” The prince asks, without stopping or turning around. “Uh, yes!”***“Hoseok-hyung is like a brother I’ve never had. If it werent for him, I honestly don’t know what I’d do.” Jimin said in a quiet voice after Yoongi had asked him about the angel. “Ah, I’m sorry. This is kinda random but I need to stop by at that mart first.” “Sure.” Yoongi mumbles as he watches the smaller figure rush into the mart. He wasn’t even hesitating before his silhouette disappear behind the slightly tall racks and not even a minute later, Jimin re-emerges from the racks with a few packs of cat food. Yoongi raises his eyebrows. It’s definitely not an impulsive thing for the boy knows where it is and the brand to get. Yoongi has his hands inside his pockets as he watches Jimin smile a little while he exchanges a few words with the cashier and with a wave, Jimin pays for the cat food and walks out of the mart. “You have a cat?” Yoongi asks and Jimin smiles bashfully. He shakes his head as he tucks a strand of hair behind his ear.“Well, it’s not mine.” Jimin said as he walks towards a calico cat curling near a box outside a run-down apartment. The cat immediately got onto its 4 limbs when it senses Jimin comes near it with some food. Yoongi closes his distance as his eyes meet the cat’s. It seethes the moment it sees Yoongi. Usually, the prince would have played it off coolly or even smirk a little but Jimin frowns. “Sorry, he must have not like strangers.” Jimin apologizes as he rubs the back of the ear of the cat before putting the cat food in front of it. The cat immediately warms up to Jimin’s touches as it nudges Jimin’s fingers.“He must really like you.” Yoongi thinks out loud. “Why didn’t you just keep it?”“I can’t keep him. The apartment doesn’t allow it. Besides,” Jimin trails off, watching the cat eat. “The apartment isn’t ideal for cats even if I tried to smuggle him in. It’s too small.” When Jimin stands back up, he almost trip on his own foot and if it werent for Yoongi, Jimin would have fallen to his butt. The prince was quick to hold Jimin’s upper arm as the latter stagger before regaining his balance. With an awkward laugh, Jimin tried his best to cover his face from embarrassment as he crouches down. “Thank you.” He said and tried to save his ass from his own clumsy self by bowing to Yoongi. “Thank you for walking me back home and saving me.”“It’s no big deal. Just don’t die tripping over yourself next time.” Yoongi said, restricting himself from going all the way up to his apartment room. It’s bad enough that he walked him home and now he has Jimin’s scent all over his hand. After bidding their goodbyes, Jimin had walked inside the lobby while the prince stands outside as he brings his hand closer to his nose. He is aware of how pervertic his action may seem but he couldn’t help himself. Jimin’s scent have invaded his senses and although it has the smell of his detergent along with his sweet scent, Yoongi can feel blood rushing to his nether regions.“Fuck.”