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Stray Gods - Chapter 36

Pairing: Gods!OT8 x !F!Reader

Genre: romance, friends to lovers, polyamory, mystery, supernatural, angst, fluff, smut

Wordcount: 2298

Chapters: [1] - [2] - [3] - [4] - [5] - [6] - [7] - [8] - [9] - [10] [11] - [12] - [13] - [14] - [15] - [16] - [17] - [18] - [19] - [20] [21] - [22] - [23] - [24] - [25] - [26] - [27] - [28] - [29] - [30] [31] - [32] - [33] - [34] - [35] - [36] - [37] - [38] - [39] - [?] MASTERLIST

Summary: With no memory of who you were, you wake up in the woods, only to be found by eight unusually handsome men. With no information of the past, the guys decide to take you in and take care of you for the time being. But that time becomes years, and as time passes, you start to notice that there is something different about them... and something different about you...

Warnings: angst, praise, thigh riding, kissing, fingering, overstimulation, lovebites, bad/miscommunication, low self-esteem, swearing, name-calling, dry humping, college, degradation, gods, special powers, vaginal sex, oral sex (f&m), mentions of contraception (condoms&thepill), injuries, mentions of death (but no character deaths), virgin!reader, teasing, orgasms, poly relationship, semi-public sex, daddy kink, strength kink, grinding, I've probably forgotten some, so let me know if I did and I will add more as the story progresses.

Taglist: @eastleighsblog @tangerminie @speedybagelmongerpasta @swittyregan @septicrebel @jiimout @zandra-42 @julciaqwerty @vampcharxter @mercurezed Want to be added or did I miss you? Just send me an ASK or DM

Lots of love and many thanks to Leena for beta’ing this story. Couldn’t have done it without you <3

You were quite looking forward to Hyunjin's art crash course. Especially since you hadn't seen much of the boys lately. Ever since you came back from your vacation, the guys seemed busier than ever, like they were trying to make up for the time they had missed. Chan especially seemed to only have time to show up for dinner these days, while normally he'd only work at night. Not wanting to bother him, you didn't ask too many questions, as you knew the subject would make him uncomfortable. Felix also seemed busier than ever, skipping the sit-down for breakfast and often simply grabbing something from the table before kissing your head and running out again, only to return just in time for dinner.

Jeongin was the only one who seemed like his schedule wasn't fully packed, so you spent most of your time with him.

'Binnie, come sit down with us,' Jeongin gestured as Changbin walked by as the two of you were sitting together on the couch, watching tv.

'Can't. Gotta run. Work,' Changbin spoke quickly, giving you a short smile and nod before he ran off to the hallway.

'What, again? Did all the fires wait during our vacation so you could put them out now?' Jeongin huffed, verbalizing your thoughts.

'Very funny,' Changbin shouted sarcastically from the hallway. You could hear him stumbling, indicating he was slipping on his shoes and coat. 'Love you y/n!' he yelled, but before you could even respond, you could already hear the front door open and close.

Jeongin shook his head and tutted.

'They'll be acting like all of them gotta save the world. It's just their job for crying out loud. We're gods for heaven's sake. I don't get what their fuss is all about,' he shook his head and let himself slump down on the couch.

'They like their jobs though,' you defended them.

'Yeah, but I like my job too, but ain't no way I'm working extra hours to make up for the time I missed when I was away. I mean, that's what vacations are for, right? Not to work extra hard after,' Jeongin grumbled, patting his lap as a way of telling you to come to sit with him. You scooted over to him, settling between his legs and resting your back against his front, his head on top of yours.

'Well, maybe you'll someday find something that you think will be worth working overtime for,' you tried, looking up at him. Jeongin gave a sound that was a mix between a huff and a laugh.

'Gosh, I'd rather not, no thank you. Besides, I got you,' He spoke, wrapping his arms around you and hugging you tight for a moment, poking a finger in your side which made you squeal and wiggle in his grasp. 'I'd much rather stay home and spend time with you,' he spoke sweetly, settling his chin on your shoulder after you calmed down. 'Finally got you all to myself,' he hummed softly. His words tickled your spine and left your ears burning.

His face stayed there, right next to yours, his hands resting casually on your upper thighs. You could hardly focus on whatever was playing on tv as Jeoning's hands seemed to burn through your entire body. You could feel his calm steady heartbeat in his chest, not at all seeming to take any notice of your rapidly pounding one. His breathing was calm and steady, the warmth of it now and then brushing your ear. You swallowed, your head feeling like it was spinning and the rage of butterflies in your stomach seemed to have awoken once again.

Your mind was racing, trying to find ways to convey to him what it was you wanted. You opened and closed your mouth, but the right words didn't come to mind. Suddenly he withdrew one of his hands and without thinking you grabbed it mid-air.

'What-?' Jeongin said, his voice sounding confused and you could feel his chin lifting from your shoulder. Both your hands were now weirdly floating mid-air, your hand holding his in an odd position.

'I-' you began hesitating, 'don't go,' you spoke, your voice unintentionally soft and slightly thick, your cheeks now burning as you felt the blood rush to them.

'I'm not, I just wanted to shift a lit-' Jeongin began, still completely oblivious to your intentions but you cut him off by placing his hand back on your thigh again, higher and slightly more on the inside this time. 'Oh,' Jeongin breathed. You could hear him gulp audibly and it didn't take long before you felt something hard pressing against your lower back.

Without saying anything else he started to slowly massage your inner thigh. Instantly, your breath hitched under his touch, your lips slightly parting as you took in a quiet deep breath. The feeling of his fingers kneading into your skin made your ears whirr. Slowly his hand moved further towards you until his thumb finally disappeared between your thighs and under the fabric of your shorts. Carefully he explored you over your panties. You could hear him breathing heavily now too as his thumb found your clit. Unable to help yourself, you let out a soft mewl as he started circling his thumb over your clit.

'You sound really cute like that,' Jeonin whispered in your ear, his lips brushing the shell of your ear and making you sigh. Even though the fabric of your shorts and his sweats, you could feel his hard length pulsing against your ass. Clearly, he was enjoying this just as much as you were. It didn't take long for your mind to go blank with the building pleasure.

'Inn-ah.' you moaned his name as you felt yourself edging closer to your release. Jeongin groaned at the sound of his name and his hips jerked slightly. You could feel his outline pressing into your backside hard, making you clench around nothing. You almost wanted to cry out at the emptiness between your legs, slightly feeling embarrassed at how badly you wanted him. Softly he started to grind into your ass, the length of him getting caught perfectly between the curves of your butt.

'Y/n.' Jeongin growled your name softly as he snaked his free hand under your sweater. His fingers brush your bare skin, and you couldn't thank your past self more for deciding not to wear a bra after your post-dinner shower when his hand cupped your breast. His grinding faltered for a second when he softly squeezed into you, his thumb however never resting. You moaned softly and he instantly resumed his grinding again, while he fondled your breast softly.

Besides his hard length grinding into you, he was being so soft with your body, his touches so careful, almost as if he was unsure of himself. You knew Jeongin was the youngest of all of them, but that still meant he was ancient and probably had a lot of experience still. However, the edging was driving you crazy and you couldn't think clearly anymore. You turned your face to his, meeting him on your shoulder and finding his eyes.

The beautiful glimmering, golden fox eyes locked with yours and all the last sense of you disappeared. Your lips met his and the world seemed to disappear. He kissed you softly but eagerly, his lips brushing, nipping and pressing on yours. Your breaths mingled and you could feel Jeongin's hand shifting on your breast, his fingers closing around your nipple and squeezing softly. You moaned again and Jeongin's grinding started to become sloppier and more inconsistent. When he pinched your nipple a second time he let his tongue slide into your mouth, stifling the moan you were about to release. You sucked on it, closing your lips around him and to your surprise he let out a loud unexpected growl. He stilled underneath you, shaking and groaning. His hand between your legs stopped and his other hand let go of your breast. Quickly you let go of his tongue, looking at him worriedly. His eyes were closed and his face was contorted and for a moment you thought you had hurt him. But then you felt it. Something wet was now pressing between your buttcheeks.

'Shit,' Jeongin groaned, 'shit, shit, shit,' his words were soft and his eyes still closed. His face was flushed red and he was still slightly shaking. 'I'm sorry, I'm so sorry,' he groaned. 'Y/n, I'm sorry,' he repeated his eyes opening and taking in your startled face. 'I swear this never happens. I normally- I never- You're just too- And my thoughts-' he babbled on, trying to plead with you. A small smile formed on your lips. You wouldn't laugh, no you wouldn't do that to him, it would be too mean, but you couldn't help but smile.

'It's okay,' you whispered to him, kissing him on his cheek.

'No, I didn't want to yet, I'm sorry,' he repeated, shaking his head. 'I-I lost control. Let me make it up to you,' he offered quickly. He suddenly jumped up from the couch, grabbing the pillow that was next to you to cover the cum-stain on his pants. 'Let's go to my room. I can get cleaned up and then I'll promise I'll make you cum till you can't-' he began eagerly.

'Innie,' you began, putting your hands on either side of his face and locking eyes with him, 'it's alright. It's cute. You're cute. I still want you, so don't-' you continued to comfort him. You could see his cheeks pinking up but before you could finish your sentence you got interrupted.

WHOOSH

A loud wooshing cut off your speech and there was a loud clattering. The sound startled both you and Jeongin so much that he jumped a little. Almost letting the pillow slip out of his hands.

A familiar voice swore loudly.

'If Hyunjin keeps stuffing every corner with fucking art statues there'll be nowhere to teleport next time,' Han's voice grumbled to himself. He had appeared in the corner of the living room, almost knocking over an expensive-looking statue that was placed there this afternoon by Hyunjin.

Han turned around, facing the two of you.

'You fucking hypocrite,' Jeongin spoke suddenly, sounding quite angry. You arched a brow, surprised and looked over at him. He was still holding the pillow. 'You always tell me off for teleporting into the house cuz it'll give Y/n a start, but here you are doing it yourself!' Jeongin ranted angrily.

'Oh you big baby, don't be so upset,' Han retorted, waving Jeogin's comments away. 'It was an emergency alright? I lost my car keys and I'm overtime with my parking, okay? I don't wanna get towed 'cause I need the car tomorrow morning. I need your help finding them,' he said, gesturing to Jeongin for him to come with.

'Can't help you,' Jeongin said shortly, pulling a face.

'Don't be a sourpuss, man. Help me out here. I'll take over washing duty for the next three times, okay?' Han offered, looking urgent, his hand still stretched out for Jeongin.

'Can't,' Jeongin repeated, his face was getting red again and his fist clutched onto the pillow extra hard.

By now your mind had finally returned to earth with the heat between your legs dying out.

'Jeongin, it's fine,' you told him softly. Jeongin shook his head harshly, making you smile. 'It's fine. Raincheck?' You offered in a whisper, just loud enough for him to hear. Jeongin eyes darted from you to Han and back again.

'Oh,' Han suddenly said. You turned to face him and his expression bore a sense of understanding now. 'OH!' he repeated. A grin appeared on his face as he looked from you to Jeongin, to the pillow in front of his crotch and back again.

'Han, I swear, if you say anything, I will kill you,' you said sharply. Han quickly pressed his lips together but the grin stayed on his face. You turned back to face Jeongin again. 'Go, it's fine. He needs the car to bring me to school tomorrow,' you reassured him. He nodded reluctantly, his face sour.

'I'll change. Be right back,' Jeongin grumbled before spurting off.

You turned back to Han, getting up from the couch and walking over to him until you were right in front of him. Although his green eyes couldn't stop your heart from beating a little faster you were still pissed at him.

'You,' you said pointing your finger between his eyes. 'you will not say a word. Not now, not later, not to anyone.'

The grin had been whipped off Han's face and his eyes had grown big as he stared at your pointing finger.

'Yes ma'am,' he said.

'And you owe me,' you said grumpily. A small smile appeared on his lips again and he nodded quickly.

'Yes ma'am,' he said once more, his tone more suggestive. You narrowed your eyes at him for a second but then dropped your finger.

Right when you turned around and flipped your hair over your shoulder, into Han's face, Jeongin came trotting back into the room again with a different pair of trousers on. His face was still scowling.

'Let's go,' he grumbled. He walked past you and for a moment you stretched your hand out to his, brushing the back of his hand as he walked past.

You turned around just in time to see Han grabbing Jeongin's shoulder and Jeogin's eyes on you. His expression had softened. A loud wind-like sound announced their departure and when you blinked, they were gone.

Disappointed and slightly frustrated you let out a sigh, before dragging yourself back upstairs to your room.

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dollystuartwrites · 1 year

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Stray Gods - Chapter 30

Pairing: Gods!OT8 x !F!Reader

Genre: romance, friends to lovers, polyamory, mystery, supernatural, angst, fluff, smut

Wordcount: 3585

Warnings: angst, praise, thigh riding, kissing, fingering, overstimulation, lovebites, bad/miscommunication, low self-esteem, swearing, name-calling, dry humping, college, degradation, gods, special powers, vaginal sex, oral sex (f&m), mentions of contraception (condoms&thepill), injuries, mentions of death (but no character deaths), virgin!reader, teasing, orgasms, poly relationship, semi-public sex, daddy kink, strength kink. I've probably forgotten some so let me know if I did and I will add more as the story progresses.

Taglist: @eastleighsblog @tangerminie @speedybagelmongerpasta @swittyregan @septicrebel

Special thanks to my beta and cheerleader Millie.

You were sitting at the middle of the table; Lady sat across you, with both her and your boys by your sides.

‘So, you’re a Goddess too! Congrats!’ Jimin said cheerfully, raising his empty wine glass as if he was toasting on you.

‘You’re talking as if it’s something you become,’ Lady said, rolling her eyes.

‘What? It’s something to be proud of, right?’ Jimin said defensively.

‘Fair,’ Lady said, winking at you, and you giggled.

‘So, you’re a Goddess too?’ Chan, who was sitting on your right-hand side, asked.

‘I am,’ Lady said dignifiedly, raising her chin slightly.

‘But I’m guessing there is some kind of difference between Gods and Goddesses? I mean, since I know y/n is different from as,’ Chan suggested.

‘We are different from you, yes. We don’t have powers in the same way you do, but we come from the same place,’ Lady said.

‘Then, what is it you do?’ Changbin asked curiously.

‘You’ll find out,’ Lady said with a mysterious smile. ‘But we do have one fun power that you guys don’t have,’ she said, looking at you.

At that moment, the door opened, and all of you looked around. Hyunjin came walking into the room. He stopped for a moment when he saw all of you seated together, raised his eyebrows but then walked over to go and sit next to Jeongin at the end of the table.

‘Erm... Did I miss anything?’ Hyunjin said as everyone looked at him silently.

‘Oh, not much, just that y/n is a Goddess, like her,’ Jeongin said, pointing to Lady, ‘and that these guys are Gods too, like us.’ He spoke casually like it was the most normal case in the world, but his mischievous grin gave him away.

‘Wait, what?’ Hyunjin said, raising his brows so high that they disappeared under his pink locks.

‘Yeah, but shush now, she was gonna tell us their secret powers,’ Jeongin said eagerly. Hyunjin blinked a few times as if he had just been struck in the face, and it was hard not to chuckle at his baffled expression.

‘Y/n,’ Lady said, drawing all attention to you, ‘you wanna give them a demonstration of what we specifically can do?’ You didn’t have to ask what she was referring to and instantly nodded, looking at the tattooed guy, feeling slightly nervous.

He had messy black hair and large dark eyes that burrowed into your soul as he stared back at you.

‘Chaos,’ you said. The guys from the other group all oooh’d, and some even clapped.

‘Uh, yeah, that’s right,’ The god said. ‘My name is Jungkook, God of Chaos,’ he said with a polite nod.

‘Oh, do me! Do me!’ the god sitting next to him said eagerly. It was the god you had seen a few times before, the one who seemed to radiate light and whose laugh was simply addictive.

‘Erm…’ you said, thinking for a moment. The god sat up straight, and his face became serious as his golden-brown eyes locked intently with yours.

‘Happiness,’ you spoke the words, barely even realising them. The god cheered, laughed, and clapped his hands, as did the others.

‘Perfect!’ he laughed. ‘Yes, I’m the God of Happiness. You can call me Hoseok or Hobi,’ he said happily.

You moved to the broad-shouldered man sitting next to him. His eyes were a mesmerising deep blue-green, and his dark hair gave off a bluish sheen underneath the LED lights.

‘Easy,’ you said, feeling confident, ‘God of the Sea.’

‘Wow! She really is good!’ the god said, looking impressed. ‘But it’s not just the sea, though,’ he said, smirking. He looked at the empty glass set in front of him, and you all followed his gaze. Out of nowhere, it seemed to fill itself up with clear water. A few guys made impressed sounds.

Next, you looked at Jimin, who had put his hands underneath his chin and batted his eyelashes at you playfully.

‘Love, just like Hyunjin,’ you said instantly, slightly surprised that you hadn’t noticed it before. Jimin looked pleasantly surprised as he looked around for the owner of the name. You looked over at Hyunjin, who had just recovered from the shock of you being a goddess and was now processing the new shock of another god of love. He blinked a few times but then bent across the table; his arm outstretched to give Jimin his hand.

‘Hyunjin, nice to meet you,’ Hyunjin introduced himself politely as Jimin shook his hand and bowed his head.

‘Can you do me?’ a soft, husky voice asked. You looked over. It was one of the Gods you had seen the least. He had natural-looking dark-blonde hair and dark eyes. You hadn’t consciously heard him speak before, but his soft low voice was quite mesmerising.

‘Yeah, erm… One second,’ you said, narrowing your eyes in concentration, then, ‘Sound?’ you spoke, feeling a little unsure.

The god grinned widely; his smile quite unusual from any you had seen before but very charming, nonetheless. He nodded and clapped his hands twice.

‘Hi everyone; I’m Taehyung, God of Sound,’ he said, waving politely at the rest.

‘Hmm,’ you hummed as you stared at the God next to him. He had one of the cutest faces you had ever seen, besides Felix, maybe, and his cheeks kind of made you wanna pinch and squeeze them. The god had long black hair and dark eyes and looked at you unfazed. ‘Is it… sleep? No! Wait! It’s… dreams, right?’ you decided.

‘I was kinda hoping you wouldn’t get it,’ he said with a chuckle, ‘but yeah, you’re right. Yoongi, God of Dreams,’ he said with a soft smile.

‘I guess that just leaves me,’ Namjoon said, looking at you hopefully. You scanned his face, neatly groomed short grey hair, and then locked with his steel grey eyes.

But nothing came to mind.

You tried to clear your head of thoughts, going on instinct.

But still nothing.

‘I…’ you said, frowning, but you only felt emptiness. ‘I honestly don’t know.’ you said, feeling slightly defeated and annoyed by yourself. Namjoon slightly tilted his chin up, and you could see a hint of surprise in his light eyes.

‘That’s okay,’ Lady said, ‘He’s especially difficult. I would’ve been more surprised if you had gotten him, actually,’ she said. You still looked at Namjoon pryingly, hoping something would come, but nothing did.

‘He’s the same as your right-hand man,’ Lady said simply. You looked beside you at Chan.

‘What, death?’ you said, surprised, looking from Lady to Namjoon and back.

‘Yep,’ Namjoon said simply with a soft smile.

You frowned. It was weird. You hadn’t been able to pick out Chan’s power back then, either. You looked at Namjoon, whose calming presence and relaxed manner was almost impressive. Suddenly, you remembered the first time you had seen him. You had instinctively known he was a god, yes, but there had been more thoughts… You had called him “angelic”, a word that your mind also linked to Chan.

‘You’re a God of Death too?’ Chan said, looking incredulously. Namjoon simply nodded. ‘Wow, that’s- I mean- wow, I’ve never met another, I just thought…’ Chan began rambling.

‘That you were the only one?’ Namjoon finished his sentence with a chuckle.

‘No, no! not at all, I just, I never thought... I dunno...,’ Chan said, pulling an awkward smile. Namjoon laughed.

‘It’s okay; we thought the same at first, but over the centuries, you learn stuff. I’m Kim Namjoon, by the way, nice meeting you all,’ he said with a slight bow in both directions before stretching his hand out for Chan to shake.

‘Bang Chan,’ Chan introduced himself.

‘Can you do that too? What y/n just did?’ Jeongin asked Lady curiously.

‘I can, God of Luck,’ she said with a nod and a grin. Jeongin looked happily surprised. ‘Since we all introduced ourselves, I think it’s your turn now?’ she suggested, looking meaningfully at Jeongin.

Lady did the same as you had, going round the table, naming every God and their division. Every God introduced themselves until they’ve all had their turns. Just when everyone was finished, the food was brought in.

‘Can you show me that trick again?’ Seungmin asked Jin as soon as the waiters were gone.

‘The glass fill-up thing?’ Jin asked, already bringing his fork to his mouth, a piece of fish on it. ‘Sure,’ he said, looking at his half-drained glass and filling it up again. Seungmin looked at it with narrowed eyes this time.

‘So do you like, make the water appear or?’ he asked curiously. Jin shook his head.

‘Can’t make somethin’ out of nothin’,’ Jin spoke, his mouth full. ‘Gotta pull it in, ya know,’

‘Riiiiight,’ Seungmin said, seeming to understand and nodded. He looked at his own glass, a concentrated look on his face, and then suddenly, it filled up too.

‘Yah! Just like that! Wow!’ Jin cheered, putting down his fork and clapping his hands before sticking up his thumb. Seungmin looked very happy with himself.

At the other side of the table, you could hear Jimin chatting with Hyunjin.

‘So, God of Love as well, right?’ Jimin said, interested. Hyunjin nodded as he took a bite of his food. ‘What kind of business are you in then?’ Jimin asked.

‘I’m an art curator,’ Hyunjin answered, ‘You?’

‘I run a hotel chain,’ Jimin said. ‘But if you’re into art, you should talk to Joon. He’s in the art business too,’ Jimin said, pointing at Namjoon.

‘Really, what do you do?’ Hyunjin asked Namjoon curiously.

‘I run the Indigo Gallery,’ Namjoon said casually.

‘No way,’ Hyunjin said, almost dropping his cutlery. Namjoon nodded calmly, raising his brows. ‘I’ve been trying for ages to get in with you lot! Your collection is like the-the best, the top!’ Hyunjin said enthusiastically. Namjoon chuckled.

‘Thanks, man. If you ever wanna do business, just call the front desk, and say it’s you. I will take care of the rest,’ Namjoon spoke.

‘Really?! Oh man, that would be so great. I’ve got so many ideas already,’ Hyunjin said excitedly. Namjoon grinned and winked at him, and continued eating, Hyunjin looked eager to get started on business, but Jimin interrupted him.

‘So, do you have your extra powers yet?’ Jimin asked him. Hyunjin shook his head. ‘Yeah, me neither. All the others got them already, but I’m the last one not to,’ he sulked.

‘What are your special powers?’ you asked Namjoon curiously.

He looked at you calculatingly but then said, ‘Mood affect. I just wanted to make you laugh to show you, but then I remembered our soul powers don’t work on Goddesses,’

‘Soul powers?’ you repeated questioningly, looking at Lady.

‘Soul powers are powers that affect you internally,’ Lady started to explain. She looked around the table for a moment, stopping at Felix. ‘Right, for instance, take your God of Fauna. I bet he can sense the internal state of animals. Like how they feel and stuff,’ she said. Felix looked up and nodded. ‘And I bet your powers kind of work on Humans too, as they’re part animal in a way,’ Lady suggested. Felix agreed once more. ‘Well then, just how internal, or as we like to call them “soul” powers, don’t work on other Gods, they also don’t work on Goddesses,’

‘Oh, so just like how I can’t read her mind?’ Jeongin said suddenly.

‘Exactly,’ Lady said.

‘Wait, I thought your division was Luck?’ Jungkook said, confused.

‘It is, but mind reading is my special power,’ Jeongin said, puffing up his chest proudly.

‘Sick,’ Yoongi said simply.

‘But then how can Hyunjin sense who I’m in love with?’ you said, confused, looking at him.

‘Pheromones, baby,’ he said, tapping his nose wisely.

‘Right, and that’s an outer power,’ Lady pointed out. ‘It doesn’t have anything to do with your mind or soul but with your human shell,’

You nodded slowly, taking this in.

‘So, I guess that’s why Changbin can warm me up, but someone like, erm,’ you looked around the room and spotted Hoseok, ‘but Hoseok’s power of Happiness probably wouldn’t work on me,’ you said thinking.

‘Exactly,’ Lady nodded. ‘Nor would his additional power, for that matter,’ she added. Hoseok’s eyes went down to his food, and the light he seemed to have emitted faded a little.

‘What is his additional power?’ Han asked who had been listening as well.

‘He doesn't like to talk about it, but it’s actually pretty rad,’ Yoongi said. Most of the table was instantly captivated by this remark, and they all stared at Hoseok.

Hoseok took his time. He chewed his food while staring at his glass of red wine before taking a sip. Slowly he put down the glass, still not meeting anyone’s eye. His expression was almost entirely blank.

‘Compliance,’ he said, his voice quite different from before. His eyes flicked up and met yours. You spotted a sadness in there and a distaste for his own abilities.

‘YA! That’s so rad!’ Han said enthusiastically.

‘Much more convenient than telekinesis, man,’ Minho said jealously.

‘It’s really not,’ Hoseok said dryly. You felt a slight pit of worry when you looked at his expression, and you could understand why he felt the way he felt.

‘Don’t mind Hoba too much,’ Jimin’s voice said behind you, ‘He’s still coming to terms with it. Meanwhile, I haven’t got anything new yet after 2700 years,’ he said jokingly with a pout. His statement was clearly to lighten the mood a little.

‘Namjoon, may I ask,’ Chan began suddenly, and Namjoon looked up. ‘If your special power is mood affect, would I get the same if I would get my additional power?’ You could hear a hint of worry in Chan’s voice as he asked this, but Namjoon shook his head.

‘I don’t think so. I’m not sure how it works, to be honest; I mean, the reason why one gets a new power. It seems to be different for everyone, so I’m pretty sure the additional powers are also unique. For all we know, our main powers don’t even work the same,’ Namjoon said with a shrug.

Maybe he was sensing a new topic of conversation because Chan simply nodded and quickly picked up his fork and started eating.

By the time everyone was finished eating, many seats had been swapped, and the groups had mingled with each other, talking about their powers and experiences.

Hyunjin was talking eagerly with Namjoon about his art gallery.

‘Did you see our latest show of still life?’ Namjoon asked Hyunjin.

‘Yeah, I did; it was excellent. I especially like the piece by Jeong Mul with the pink flowers; what was it called again?’ Hyunjin recalled.

‘Kkochdeul,’ Namjoon said with a nod. ‘I actually curated that piece myself; it’s one of my favourites.’

‘See Chan,’ Hyunjin taunted Chan, who was sitting across from him now. ‘You can have a job and be a God of Death at the same time,’

You looked up in surprise.

‘You don’t have a job?’ you asked Chan, confused. ‘But you always said-’

‘Being what I am is my full-time job,’ Chan answered. ‘I should work even more, but-’ he got interrupted by Namjoo,n who put his hand on Chan’s shoulder.

‘Dude, I know our workload is intense, but you gotta live a little,’ Namjoon said in a fatherly way. Hyunjin scoffed.

‘You think we haven’t told him that? He’s a freaking workaholic. Barely even sleeps. It was a good thing y/n came around when she did, cuz I’d think he would’ve drowned himself in it if it hadn’t been for her,’ Hyunjin said, half annoyed and half upset.

‘No way, it’s not that bad. It’s just that it’s very important work. I need to do my duty. People rely on me,’ Chan tried to defend himself.

‘And my work is not important?’ Hyunjin said, arching a brow. ‘You take your job way too seriously, Chan; just admit it,’ Hyunjin said, rolling his eyes. This was just a step too far for Chan, and you could see a muscle move in his jaw as he pulled up a fake smile before getting up, with a polite nod towards Namjoon, and walking over to the other end of the table to sit with Changbin who was talking to Jin.

You had always suspected that Chan wasn’t doing too great, but no one had ever said much about it before to you. However, hearing this worried you more than ever before.

‘Oh, leave him; clearly, he loves his misery,’ Hyunjin said, now annoyed himself, when he saw Namjoon’s worried face. ‘Anyway, back to business,’

You got up and wanted to follow Chan but stopped halfway when a conversation between Jungkook and Jeongin piqued your interest.

‘So, you have to imagine it like a set of scales. If the scale is up, you have good fortune; if it’s down, you have bad fortune; and if it’s in the middle, it’s neutral. Means anything could happen really, good, or bad,’ Jeongin spoke.

‘But then what is it that you can do if you say you don’t decide?’ Jungkook asked. His dark doe eyes sparkling with fascination at Jeongin.

‘Well, I can’t do much, as I said,’ Jeongin spoke, his face thoughtful. ‘It’s also very complicated since it rarely involves just one person, right? It’s all connected,’

‘And stuff like tripping over a ledge or something?’ Jungkook asked. Jeongin laughed.

‘That’s not necessarily bad luck; that could also simply be clumsiness,’ Jeongin said with a chuckle. ‘No, you gotta think like this. Erm, let me get an example,’ he said, frowning for a moment. ‘Okay, right, it’s like this. There is a crossing. Imagine a pedestrian wanting to cross the road and a car driving. The lights are red for the car, but the driver doesn’t notice, and the pedestrian is gonna cross the road. Now, whether they will get into an accident is dependent on both their luck. For example, if both the driver and the pedestrian have bad luck, they will collide. However, if the driver has bad luck, but the pedestrian has good luck, the driver might swerve and drive their car into a lamppost or something. If they both have good luck, nothing will happen,’

‘And if they have normal luck?’ Jungkook asked.

‘Then it can go either way,’ Jeongin shrugged.

‘And if something bad happens? Do their scales change?’ Jungkook asked.

‘Most of the time, they do. You can see it almost as karma. If they get into a big accident - it has to be big, though, nothing small, their scale will gain better luck later on. To break even as it were,’ Jeongin explained.

‘Right... But there is nothing you can do at that moment?’ Jungkook asked.

‘No, I can actually,’ he said, and Jungkook raised his brows. ‘If, like, only the driver had bad luck, but the pedestrian neutral, or if they both had normal luck, I could like, for instance, make the driver sneeze, causing him to accidentally hit the brakes so there won’t be any accident,’ Jeongin said.

‘And if they both have bad luck, you can’t do anything?’ Jungkook asked.

‘I could, but I’d rather not. The longer you walk around with bad luck, the heavier it gets. I could prevent it, but it’d only put it off, so that’s not a good idea. Better to just get it over with before it gets even worse or gets more people involved,’ Jeongin said.

‘So, you don’t decide on anyone’s luck then, like me with chaos,’ Jungkook said.

‘Well, I can tip someone’s scales lightly, but it’s like putting a rice grain on it to make someone have only green lights when they’re driving home or getting someone to spill their drink over themselves. It’s not much,’ Jeongin said.

It was interesting to hear Jeongin explain his power as he did. You had wondered now and then but never gotten around to asking it. It also answered a question you had almost forgotten about before: whether Adam’s big bad was gone now. If you had understood Jeongin’s explanation correctly, it probably meant he’d be on the neutral scale or maybe even on the good luck scale. The thought of it made you smile.

You took a few more steps and ended up in Han and Minho’s conversation with Yoongi.

‘No, I don’t,’ Yoongi answered simply to a question you hadn’t heard.

‘But isn’t it boring like that? It would seem boring to me,’ Han said simply.

‘I actually love not having to be a God in every aspect of my life. Namjoon is the same; he’s an art dealer but also the god of death. Not necessarily related. If I had to use my powers on my job, I would be dead bored,’ Yoongi said.

‘But then, how do you manage them?’ Minho asked. Yoongi shrugged.

‘I have work time, and then I have work time, you know. I do dreams in the broadest sense of the word, yes, but I can literally work while sleeping. Dream walking, the others call it. But I wouldn’t wanna become a therapist for the life of me. I already have six brothers whose nagging I have to listen to all day, every day; why would I add anyone else to that list?’ he complained, but anyone could see the smile at the mention of his family.

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