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return. // self-para

it has been around two weeks since he has been discharged from the hospital. the doctors told him to take it easy. slowly but surely, he’s returning to his daily life. however, a lot of things have changed. he doesn’t work at the flower mill anymore. he has put his days of being a barista in the past. instead, he has opted to work as a part-time cashier at a small bookstore owned by aryeh. the son of tohil is back at mount phoenix university, still majoring in music and dance. his doctors encouraged him to slowly ease into physical activity as he was bedridden for quite some time. he has missed dance. he has lost a considerable amount of weight, not being as toned and muscular as he used to be. his body is rather lanky; his clothes are loose on him. most days, he drapes a baggy sweater over this thin frame. 

he’s grateful to his parents; they’re part of the reason why his recovery was speedy. they hired only the best doctors for their beloved son, making sure that he was in his best condition before returning to his life on mount phoenix. every week, he’s required to receive physical examinations from the asclepius general hospital. he’s doing well with only a couple more weeks away from what doctors would consider a “full recovery.” they don’t predict any strange health problems stemming from the car accident.  

however, jungkook is still a little disoriented. the accident scarred him mentally; he hasn’t been quite the same since waking up from the coma. he hasn’t spoken much about the accident to others. for all they know, he disappeared from the island only to return two weeks ago. his counselor encouraged him to start writing in a journal and to read books in order to exercise his brain. he’s overwhelmed by the sea of new faces on the island, preferring to hide away in the book store or his apartment. he has become more reclusive than he was in the past. 

#p: return. #para #self para

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being his usual self

#visual #musing #I'm supposed to be sleeping LOL

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mpjungkook:

mpminho:

“Life is too short to spend on lying about things,” Minho says with a shrug, the smile still on his face as he takes another sip of his drink. “Though people spend so much time doing it.”

Minho’s eyebrows shot up in interest at Jungkook leading the conversation. People tended to either have two responses when he was around them: let him do the talking or balk entirely. It was always pleasant when they chose the third option: actually have a conversation.

“Not as much as a cliché as a child model soul-searching with daddy issues,” Minho smiled with a salute of his drink before sipping it again. “Oh, I’m work at Black Forest,” He settles in against the bar, not being particularly interested in finding other amusements for the night. “Which works well for my sweet tooth..what about you? Do you like your job?”

“yeah, sure.” again, jungkook just nods slowly. the demigod can’t help but agree with minho. people do go to great lengths just to lie and make it convincing. 

he blinks. “ah, i’m assuming you’re talking about yourself?” jungkook is taken aback how forward minho can be. however, it’s probably not as bad as someone who’s parents passed away in a tragic accident before they were able to tell him anything. yet, he keeps his thoughts to himself. “black forest? the bakery?” well, there’s only one business named black forest on the entire island. “well, my job is okay... it gets busy.” he adds, “but i don’t plan on being a barista forever. i want to become a musician or teach dance at my own studio.” he takes another sip of his drink. “as a struggling college student, i work part-time to make some money.” 

his parents usually help him with his finances, but he thought it would be a good idea to start being independent. 

Designated Driver | Min&Kook

#p: designated driver #mpminho

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hyukjaemp:  

The influx of information is huge. Now Zeus has told him about interior applications the humans have come up with, but apparently there is still a lot more for Hades to discover and this intelligent phone is one of them. As well as the internet, that is apparently one of them too. And surfing - already a new word to him - now turns out to have two meanings altogether. Surfing the ocean and surfing the internet. He’s swimming in all the information he’s being given, so he’s glad when the young demigod suggests he should try. Looking at the screen that is once again shoved under his nose, he watches how the man types spaghetti first - which is food, he’s gotten that much - and then asks about the weather in Seoul. Seeing how actual weather predictions appear on the screen - of which he can only assume they’re accurate - Hades is now officially entirely baffled by the mortal’s evolution.

“This is…” He utters, pausing for a moment as he tries to grasp the complications of this news and what it means in the history of men for them to have managed to create all of these things so easily it seems. Then again, he has to remind himself that millennia have passed, so it might not have happened ‘easily.’ Humming to himself a moment, he makes sure the young demigod is still holding on to his own intelligent phone so he can take a step back and give the other male a proper once-over.

“I would like to buy one of these intelligent phones myself so I can figure it out. Where can I find them?” A question, first, then he looks around himself once before focusing on the demigod again. “Please go with me so you can tell me which is the proper one to acquire.”

the stranger is exploring the phone like it has been invented by aliens. his speechlessness causes jungkook to raise his eyebrow. he awkwardly remarks, “it’s pretty cool, right? is that what you meant to say?” he clears his throat. now that he was able to prove his point, jungkook puts his phone inside his pocket. he planned on parting with the stranger and going about his day. however, another question leaves the man’s lips.  

jungkook wonders if this guy is okay. hopefully, this man isn’t insane. the demigod grows nervous as the male continues to stare at him. “you can find them at any electronic store.” when the stranger insists that the demigod follows him to purchase a smartphone, jungkook is tempted to refuse and head to the gym like he initially planned. “ah, well...” however, the other man’s stare is difficult to escape. there’s something intimidating about him. before the younger male knows it, he’s giving in, “i guess i have a little time...” he scratches the back of his neck, “well, i can’t tell you which one to get. it’s all up to you.” he sounds a little uneasy. oh boy, what did jungkook get himself into?    

Tell Me Son | Jungkook & Hades

#p: tell me son #hyukjaemp

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#visual #musing #lmao ik the gala event was like 2 weeks ago #but this is the selfie i imagine he took at the gala

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mpjungkook:

mparyehx:

Jungkook’s reaction to his words had Aryeh recognizing how awkward they must have sounded. He hadn’t meant them at all in a romantic sense; often professional ballroom dancers couldn’t stand their partners. All he had meant was that dancing with a partner required one to be ready to react or respond to one’s partners movements. If a lead was about to turn their follower, they would have to silently signal the approaching change of movement, and the follower would be tasked with responding to the movement. Sensitive was only one of many things one had to be in order to dance ballroom well. It was something Aryeh was getting used to, and being a leader initiating the action was quite a change from his usual role as follower. As the song changed Aryeh wasn’t sure what to do. Usually he would thank his partner and walk directly away, but dancing etiquette didn’t appear to feature prominently at this gala. Instead, he just continued what he was doing, adjusting to the new tempo. Aryeh nodded at the question. “I…love chocolate…” It was a shock the demigod hadn’t stained his new suit with the amount of sweets he had eaten.

“ah, right...” jungkook takes that as a yes. he briefly remembers aryeh mentioning that he loves hot chocolate during the first time they met. he awkwardly tries to carry on the conversation. “you should’ve seen how much of the desserts i ate.” there’s nothing like breaking the ice than with desserts. that’s certainly one thing aryeh and jungkook have in common. the fire demigod is pretty sure that he cleaned the dessert tables. it certainly isn’t the best idea, but you only live once. another dancer accidentally bumps into jungkook, which causes him to lunge forward. his eyes slightly widen. he yelps, “ack-” this causes both of the males to be in a rather compromising position. quickly backing away, jungkook softly apologizes once again, “sorry.” he clears his throat and looks away for a moment. then, he takes a minute to re-position himself so that he’s moving smoothly with aryeh. “so where did you learn how to dance?” 

Dancing Derivatives | Aryeh&Jungkook

#p: dancing derivatives #mp; summer gala #mparyehx #you can continue if you want #otherwise you dont have to

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by the ocean

#visual #summer boy

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hyukjaemp:

Hades’ eyes remain focused on the younger male when he starts explaining what exactly he has in his hands. What the kid is saying makes no sense whatsoever, so his brow furrows a little as he takes in the ‘touch screen’ when the young man shows him something on it. He sees letters appearing as the male moves his fingers on the screen. Before he can fully understand what is going on, the young male asks him a question of his own.

“Of course I have seen one before!” He instantly states, finding it rather shortsighted of the male to ask him that question. They are everywhere after all. Huffing slightly at that, Hades focuses his eyes back on the smartphone. “Where do you go to surf this… Internet?” Now, some of the souls who passed by have told him about surfing, but last he checked you needed a sort of wooden board for that and it involved the sea. He’s pretty sure you can ride no wave with this tiny device. Unless, of course, it magically expands into a much larger one whenever you take it to water. “Is it the ocean surrounding Mount Phoenix? Is that where you go to surf?”

Perhaps he should have taken some time out of his day to listen to the dead souls talk about life above ground, but quite frankly he couldn’t be bothered. And to go back to the Underworld now to ask a few dead people about the world as it is? They’d never take him serious again. No, he definitely cannot blemish his reputation as god of the Underworld in the Underworld itself. So this young man will have to do.

it’s amusing watching the expression on the other male’s face as jungkook explains and demonstrates what a smartphone is. the stranger seems even more confused by the words “touch screen.” 

jungkook is surprised by the older male’s defiant response. he seems irritated and lost at the same time. “you can surf the internet on a computer, a tablet, a phone, basically anything with internet capabilities.” when the stranger mentions the ocean, he slightly tilts his head in confusion. “uh no, surfing in the ocean is different than surfing the internet. surfing the internet is browsing the internet.” he asks, “do you know what internet is?” the demigod is no computer expert, but he tries his best to explain. “the internet is like a huge database of information from around the world. anyone can access it.” that’s probably not the best description, but he doesn’t want to confuse the stranger. he wonders who this guy is anyway. he’s like a frozen human, someone who’s stuck in the past. jungkook is tempted to ask something along the lines of where have you been for the last ten years?  

really, there’s no other way to become familiar with the internet unless you experience it yourself. handing the phone to the older man, jungkook remarks, “you wanna try it?” he observes the older male with slight caution. “try typing something into the search bar.” he adds, “the search bar is the dark bar at the top of the browser.” the demigod points to the search bar and types spaghetti to demonstrate. “see? like this.” he continues to explain, “you can also type in a question like how’s the weather in seoul?“ he presses enter, which shows the current weather forecast for the capital of south korea.     

Tell Me Son | Jungkook & Hades

#p: tell me son #hyukjaemp #iDK where this is going tbh

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mparyehx:

Aryeh nodded in the dim light. The candle-sized light was certainly helping a little, but his lips were still frozen mostly shut. He is about to say something to the contrary about the other not having hot chocolate (that he didn’t need Jungkook to have any probably), but when he began talking about the flame, Aryeh merely listened as he explained.

A soft hum passed over frozen lips, thawing them. “I can’t do…anything that interesting.” As far as Aryeh knew, he didn’t have any useful powers of any kind. Writing disturbing poetry and being able to easily learn and remember his nursing coursework didn’t exactly seem like powers to him.

“That’s alright.” The other was right; a library full of fuel for a fire wasn’t exactly the best place for a flame, even a small one. When the other asked if he has a phone, it was like the paralysis of his body was gone in an instant and Aryeh pulled the device out of his pocket. He fumbled with it, dropping it to the floor and shooting out a hand to pick it up again. “S-sorry,” he mumbled, turning on the flashlight feature to create a strikingly strong beam through the darkness. The demigod tried to gather his things with his phone lighting them up in one hand, making for much difficulty as he piled his arms with a textbook and a few notebooks. “Should we…go?”

after listening to aryeh’s rather meek reply, jungkook replies, “well, everyone is good at something. don’t you think?” he tries to encourage the other male. that’s why both males are on the island in the first place. they are part-divinity, blessed with some sort of gift.

the phone hits the ground with a small thud, then aryeh scuffles to pick it up. jungkook observes the him as he does so. “i-it’s fine...” he quickly puts out his own flame. as aryeh gathers his things, jungkook can tell he’s having a hard time. slightly tilting his head, he inquires, “hey, are you sure you can carry all that?” jungkook grabs a couple of books from aryeh’s pile. with his backpack slung over his shoulders, he carries the books by his side. jungkook is a little confused by the question. he knows that aryeh is suggesting that they should get out of here. yet, wouldn’t it be safer to wait until all the lights are turned back on?

“um, i don’t think that’s a good idea.” he adds, “but it doesn’t hurt to try.” since they have a reliable source of light, it wouldn’t hurt to try to escape. jungkook remarks, “this library is huge. where is the nearest exit anyway?” this library is like a maze to him even with all the lights on. how is he going to find anything in this place when it’s dark? however, he continues to follow aryeh. “so, do you know where we’re going?”      

Are You Afraid? | Aryeh&Jungkook

#p: are you afraid? #mparyehx #let's go with the exits being locked

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mpxyoongi:

@mpjungkook

Yoongi was not a social creature, and that fact was common knowledge. More often than not he was grumpy or depressed or otherwise preoccupied and antisocial– whereas some of the more social citizens knew almost everyone in the city, he had been there over a year and a half and his pool of acquaintances was a small one.

However, lately, there had been a shift. Yoongi was still, for the most part, grumpy and sardonic and overall not the most pleasant person to be around, but dating a social butterfly like Taemin was, ever so slowly, breaking him out of his shell just a little tiny bit. At the very least, his boyfriend was making him realize that he could have people close to him that he cared about and the world would not end, they would not immediately fall to pieces in his hands or disappear into the ether.

So, one day while sitting at home, he picked up his phone and did something very uncharacteristic. He had not seen Jungkook in quite a while, and he thought that maybe he should reach out to the younger male. Jungkook was probably too intimidated to text him first– rightfully so, Yoongi had never really showed that he did not dislike him.

[ SMS ] Hey, Jungkook. Long time no see. [ SMS ] Do you want to hang out? We could get ice cream. [ SMS ] My treat.

today is jungkook’s lazy day, which means he’s going to binge watch anime and eat chips. his attire consists of a basic white shirt and grey sweatpants. the demigod has not made any plans whatsoever and for good reason. he doesn’t want to be disturbed. as he’s ten minutes into a new episode, he nearly jumps when his phone buzzes and lights up. he secretly prays that it isn’t anything important.   

needless to say, jungkook is surprised when yoongi texts him. the older male isn’t really one to initiate conversations. he blinks for a second, then reads the messages. the younger male keeps his cool and replies casually.   

[ ✉ → yoongi hyung ] hey hyung [ ✉ → yoongi hyung ] ice cream? [ ✉ → yoongi hyung ] is it a special occasion?

jungkook is curious what caused yoongi to make such a proposal. sure, they are friends. however, he thought that the older always found him to be a little annoying. jungkook decides to accept the invitation because it would be nice to hang out with yoongi for a bit. also, he would never turn down free ice cream; he would be a fool to turn down such an offer. it wouldn’t sit right with his conscious if he rejected yoongi’s offer. he brushes the crumbs off his shirt.   

[ ✉ → yoongi hyung ] okay, i’m down :D [ ✉ → yoongi hyung ] where do you wanna meet

different light | myg & jjk

#p: different light #mpxyoongi #rip sry this is late

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wonshikxmp:

Wonshik nodded when the other told him. “Being the sober ones is beneficial though.” He gave the other a playful smile. He didn’t really know how long he would be without a glass of wine. He didn’t know if he was going to feel any pain from seeing the person he really wanted to be here with as a romantic partner with someone else. “I’ll probably only have one or two glasses of wine.” He said with a little smile. “I won’t drink too much, I promise.”

He looked around and he liked the decor. He smiled a little, eyes scanning the room and then looking away when he saw something that he didn’t really want to. “God, I am starving I didn’t get a lunch break at work today everyone and thier mothers came in to have their hair done for the ball.” He smiled at the other and pulled Jungkook along with him to the food with a laugh.

“Is there anything you can’t eat?” Wonshik asked as they stood in the queue for food. He was so hungry he wanted to die. He could eat anything. He was curious about the food, he was fom South Korea so he guessed that his food would be represented. He just wondered about Jungkook, he knew the other was not raised in South Korea and he hoped that there was something good that made the other feel at home.

jungkook doesn’t want to sound like he’s judging others for drinking alcohol. “ah, i don’t mean to sound like i’m scolding you.” he continues, “i’m just saying you should be careful while you’re enjoying yourself.” jungkook is aware that wonshik has had to deal with his fair share of creeps in the past. it would hurt to see one of his good friends taken advantage of. that shouldn’t happen tonight as there are a lot of gods watching over the gala.   

jungkook chuckles at wonshik’s remark. the salon must have been packed today with everyone wanting to get their hair and makeup done. jungkook didn’t really do anything to his hair except making it look more presentable. there’s a benefit to being low maintenance sometimes. jungkook tags along as wonshik pulls him towards the dining area.  

jungkook is not sure if that’s supposed to be a joke or not. if wonshik is asking a serious question, the younger male doesn’t have any food allergies or anything. “um, i eat pretty much everything.” as they stand in line for food, he can practically smell the italian food. it smells amazing. los angeles boasts an impressive list of cultural foods, so jungkook can say he’s pretty open-minded when it comes to food. “i know it’s bad, but i used to eat a lot of convenient food. i’m trying to eat healthier, but is that really possible for a college student?” an awkward smile tugs at lips as he scratches the back of his neck. he’s definitely more than acquainted with korean fried chicken and pizza. 

Phone a Friend// Wonshik & Jungkook

#p: phone a friend #mp; summer gala #wonshikxmp

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hyukjaemp:

After meeting with his brother Zeus, Hades had spent some more time just walking around the streets of Mount Phoenix. He’d come to understand that he should probably find himself a job somewhere to keep himself busy with. And of course, after having heard of a place where people could go to get cured of their illness and injuries, he had found said ‘hospital’ the place to be.

Claiming the position of the new Hospital director was easy, and he wished the humans of old could have seen it now. Oh the glorious irony. The fear it would have invoked in their followers once upon a time. Trying to get better? Visit the place where Hades works. - Isn’t he the god of the Underworld? - Oh yes, but no sweat. You’ll make it through.

Snorting at the though, Hades chuckled a bit to himself before focusing his attention outward again. Too much time spent in the crevices of the Underworld had made him a little too used to talking to himself and making up conversations other people would have in his head. Definitely not something you told other people you had done to make time go by, that’s for sure. Looking around at the people going about their daily business, he wondered which things he was going to find in this new world that he might be able to bring down to the Underworld with him when he went back to entertain himself better.

It was during a musing of this kind, when he suddenly spotted a young man walking around with his attention entirely focused on something in his hands. It was the umpteenth of his kind that Hades had seen pass by that day, but of course he had not asked Zeus about these things, because he was hardly going to admit out loud to his brother that he had no idea of the modern day technology.

And so, Hades set on his way to follow the young man. Stealthily as ever - which meant he was just walking after him without trying to hide it - he followed the male on his walk to wherever he needed to get. His eyes were focused entirely on the device as well and whatever the young male was doing with it, but he couldn’t seem to figure out what the use of this thing was. He only got very short glimpses of the top of the device and every time he looked, he saw something different. Frankly, it baffled him.

So, eventually, Hades was forced to do the only thing he still could do in a situation like this. He widened his step and caught up to the young man he’d been following. “Tell me, son,” were the first words out of his mouth, as he positioned himself in between the young male and the direction he’d been going in. “What is this small, rectangular thing you hold in your hands and why do you continue to tickle it with your fingers? Is this a strange, new kind of discus and are you tickling it for good luck?” That seemed a rather odd thing to do, but hey, he wasn’t one to judge. If that’s what people were into these days…

Having motioned with his right hand at the device during his questioning, Hades focused his gaze upon the young male’s face only when he finished talking, his both hands clasped behind his back again. His expression was completely serious, his eyes taking in the other male’s features as he waited for the proper response to be given to him. He was quite curious to find out why all these people were tickling these tiny discuses.

the fire demigod is on his way to the gym to work out. as of late, he has been dedicated to the gym in order to maintain his physique. he’s already a dancer, but it’s always nice to have that extra push. as much as he loves junk food, he’s had to give up most of it for clean eating. he still indulges from time to time but not as much. he’s reading some internet articles while he’s walking. he doesn’t like to read rumors about celebrities, but he’s been looking for more things to fill his time. he got into watching dramas recently. it’s kind of embarrassing to know that he actually read an article about actor song joong ki and actress song hye kyo getting married.    

jungkook blinks for a second when the strange man asks him a question. the older male is clearly pointing to the smartphone in the demigod’s hands. “oh, this? it’s a smartphone.” he continues to explain, “i’m not tickling it for good luck. it’s touch screen, so you have to touch the screen to navigate around the phone and to type messages. you can watch videos and surf the internet too.” jungkook is just as intrigued at the stranger as the stranger is baffled by a smartphone. he taps on the internet icon and begins to type letters into the search bar to show the stranger. he understands that not everyone uses smartphones, but it’s kind of odd to not know what they are in this day and age. “have you ever seen one before?” the stranger certainly doesn’t look like someone who wouldn’t know what the device is. in fact, he looks like someone who would own one himself. jungkook can tell this isn’t a joke either as the other male has a serious expression on his face. he notices that this weird man is still following him by walking alongside him. yet, jungkook doesn’t point it out. he doesn’t want to be rude. he would usually use work as an excuse, but in this case, it’s not applicable. 

Tell Me Son | Jungkook & Hades

#p: tell me son #hyukjaemp

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mparyehx:   

A fresh flush comes to the surface of Aryeh’s face, spreading over his nose. He wasn’t usually the one doing the teaching, more often than not preferring to merely find another experienced dancer simply to follow. But he found that receptive students were quite fun to work with, at least if Jungkook was any indicator. It was clear the other male had some background in dance, even if it wasn’t ballroom. His hand coming down on the other’s waist again after the turn was almost as natural as if they had been dancing for a while now, bringing a shy smile to Aryeh’s face. It was clear to anyone that the demigod was quite enjoying the gala himself. “I love this kind of dancing!” The sudden outburst had Aryeh wanting to swallow his words, but he shook his hair out instead. “I-I mean…it’s so elegant. And smooth. You really have to be…sensitive to your partner.”

jungkook is glad to know that aryeh is enjoying himself. the fire demigod blinks at the other demigod’s sudden outburst. a boyish smile appears on his face. “that’s good to know.” jungkook nods in agreement. however, his ears turn red at the remark “you have to be sensitive to your partner.” does he really have to put it like that? now that aryeh mentions, the waltz is a bit romantic. however, jungkook is sure that this interaction is meant to be instructional and platonic. he gulps a little as the song changes to a slower song, and couples are cuddling up to one another. meanwhile, aryeh and jungkook are still going back and forth at a slower tempo. trying not to make this anymore awkward than it already is, he asks, “so, have you tried the desserts here? they’re pretty good.” jungkook has a bit of a sweet tooth, so it’s not surprising that he gorged on pastries.   

Dancing Derivatives | Aryeh&Jungkook

#p: dancing derivatives #mp; summer gala #mparyehx

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mpminho:

Minho pauses in taking a sip of his refilled drink, noting the distance with which the other guy responds. He must have hit a sore spot or something, he mused to himself, so he quickly searches for a change of subject.

“You could…” He encourages as Jungkook mentions his rather absent date. “Or you could talk to me more for a bit. I don’t really know that many people around here…” It wasn’t a complete lie. He could probably count the number of people he did know on the island in one hand.

Minho is unable to help the little laugh to escape him as Jungkook sniffs his refilled drink suspiciously. Did he actually look like a guy that would roofie a drink? “Your welcome;” Minho accepts the thanks with a smile, brightening as he sees a real smile cross the other’s face. He did look better with a smile on his face.

“Aww come on, if I’m gonna seduce you, I won’t get you drunk first,” Minho says with an easy laugh, nudging the other’s shoulder playfully. “That’s a promise; nothing is sexier than consent after all…”

raising an eyebrow, jungkook still doesn’t know what’s going on. “okay, then.” his eyes narrow a little. the demigod is like a turtle that is yet to come out of his shell. ever since some of the important people in his life left the island, jungkook has resorted to staying holed up in his shell.  

“well, at least you’re honest.” however, it would be awkward if minho ends up getting drunk. in that situation, jungkook wouldn’t know what to do. maybe it would be better if he were the one to get drunk. the younger male shakes that thought from his head. “r-right.” he slightly nods to show that he agrees. it certainly wouldn’t be a good idea to act sleazy at a party with so many gods and goddesses present. that would not end well. 

“so, what do you do?” jungkook tries a little to lead the conversation. “i’m a student and a barista. it’s kind of cliche, i know.” he uses to be quite passionate about his work, but that passion seems to be fading a little. he feels lost like he should be doing something else. he started teaching dance at the gym, but even that doesn’t feel right sometimes. however, he has to make a living somehow. 

Designated Driver | Min&Kook

#p: designated driver #mpminho #mp; summer gala

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he has to agree.

#musing #not sure if this is petty or impressive #it's prolly both

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wonshikxmp:

Wonshik had never actually had a date to an event who wasn’t paying him. When he was paid it was easy, all he had to do was stand around and look pretty, maybe hae a few drinks then go back with the man and give him the usual thing he was paid for. He knew for certain that he was not going to be having sex with Jungkook.

There was nothing wrong with Jungkook, of course, but he was not what Wonshik was looking for in a man and wasn’t paying him. They were friends and that was perfect for them. He also, didn’t like to make it a habit to sleep with his friends.

But this situation left him with no real idea of how this whole thing  would work. He’d not grown up going to school dances and things. He had been an orphan and that had meant no money to go to do these things. Not that he had cared at the time. By the time he was 14 he had met J.

Wonshik nodded and went in with the other. “I heard that too. And there is an open bar for if this gets too tedious.” He laughed, he hoped that it wouldn’t be boring. He was sure he and Jungkook could entertain themselves for a couple of hours for the gala. “And also you know some of the people here are going to get crazy drunk.”

jungkook has not been to many formal events either, besides a few on mount phoenix. when he was still living in the states, the most formal thing he had ever attended was his high school graduation. he only went to one or two school dances, but they were quite boring and awkward. since he attended a catholic school, he still remembers the nuns supervising during the event. all the music also had to be approved beforehand. now that he looks back, it’s quite amusing. 

“well, i mean... alcohol isn’t really my thing.” however, jungkook will not be surprised if some of the attendees end up getting too drunk for their own good. he remembers what happened at the halloween ball with taemin and krystal. the daughter of bastet was drunk and that made for some pretty interesting interactions. “let me know if you plan on drinking so i can keep an eye out for you.” the younger demigod is aware that the older male can manage by himself but it’s always good to have someone to rely on. besides, jungkook doesn’t plan on drinking alcohol.  

the event hall is nicely decorated. everyone is dressed formally, resembling celebrities at a red carpet event. some of the demigoddesses and goddesses really stand out in their gowns. so, this must be what a real formal events is like. classical music is playing in the background while attendees are socializing with one another. he’s hungry, so he’s thinking about heading straight to the tables to grab a bite to eat. he can practically smell the gourmet food that is being served. turning to wonshik, jungkook lightheartedly remarks, “i’m kind of hungry, so i might get something to eat first.” well, he’s not kind of hungry; he’s practically starving. his stomach rumbles.     

Phone a Friend// Wonshik & Jungkook

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