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The Egyptian God’s Prey | Chapter 12

Title: The Egyptian god’s prey

Parings: Jimin x OT6BTS

Warnings: Swearing. Mention of death. Mention of Nazi’s. Inaccurate Egyptian’s history… I improvised. Mention of kidnap, kind of (he ends up stranded). Severe sunburn. Kind of incest ( The Egyptians gods sometimes married their siblings)

Summary: Taehyung has a bone to pick with Jimin and Jimin finally gets to meet the goddess Isis. The rest of the boys are a little lost.

Chapter 11

In all his life Taehyung has never transformed so fast into his godly form. Not even to mention doing it mid air. Taehyung has never been fond of the wings he was gifted with. They always seemed to be in his way, but today proved to be a day of multiple new discoveries. Taehyung's first discovery was what a great dancer Jimin actually was. If it weren’t for how they both ended up falling over the railing, he would most probably have never looked away. Taehyung is convinced he would have done anything for Jimin if their circumstances were different. That’s how mezmerised he was by the other.

The second, and most probably the saddest discovery, was how much hurt Jimin had looked while he danced. His eyes looked so empty, tired, yet full of sadness at the same time. As weird as it may sound. It was clear in his emotionless face just how much he was feeling. The third discovery was how much Taehyung wanted Jimin to not die. Which leads to him jumping after Jimin in order to try and save the boy. Don’t ask Taehyung what changed. He, himself, has no idea.

Time seemed to slow down as Taehyung's wide eyes made contact with Jimin’s empty ones. Jimin’s smile held so much hurt as he fell, it made something inside Taehyung crave to comfort him. He wanted to tuck Jimin into the safety of his arms and never let him go. Taehyung reached out and grasped Jimin’s hand as he transformed into his godly counterpart. His golden wings fanned out and with a swift upwards pull, they were flying. As Jimin crashed into his chest, Taehyung heard his sobs as he curled into himself.

Jimin was blabbering continuously as Taehyung flew them high above the desert sands. The words ‘why’ ‘please’ and ‘die’ was all he could make out. Despite everything, the evening was beautiful, calm even as the moon smiled down at the duo. Taehyung felt a pull towards Jimin that he could not decipher. He felt as if they were more connected than they knew. He had this sudden urge in him to get to know the fragile little human in his arms. Taehyung should have been disgusted by his own thoughts, but a small smile was all he could manage at the thought of bonding with the human he was supposed to hate.

The evening air was cool against his skin. The full moon always made the desert feel extra magical. Taehyung made a mental note to do this again once Jimin felt better. The flying part, not the whole jumping of the balcony part. Taehyung just wanted to see the fascination in the little human's eyes. He just knew Jimin would love the experience as much as he loved dancing.

When Taehyung finally made his way back to the house, he was met with a very frantic Jungkook and Yoongi on the balcony. The hysteria on their faces was almost laughable, but Taehyung could also sympathise with them. He himself felt hysteric when he first discovered their little guest was missing.

“What the fuck Taehyung!” Yoongi roared as he laid his eyes on a bundled up Jimin. Jimin was unconscious to the world, but the tear tracks were still ever present. Taehyung knew he had a lot of explaining to do, but he would rather not do any of that at the moment. He had more pressing matters to attend to.

“I will explain later. Excuse me, I have a human to comfort” Taehyung said as he hastily entered the house. He only took a few steps before he was back to his natural form. Walking around in his godly form would not have been a problem if the doorways weren’t so damn small. He had one goal in mind, and that was to get Jimin back in bed. His bed, none other. Taehyung was going to cuddle the shit out of the little human. They can talk later.

Upon entering his bedroom, Taehyung laid the small bundle on his bed. He made quick work of changing into more comfier clothes and finally slipped in behind Jimin. Jimin wasn’t that tiny compared to the rest of them, but in that exact moment he looked especially small. Taehyung felt like shit. He hated him for unnecessary reasons. He decided to hate him without even trying to get the full story. Taehyung had no idea why he changed his mind after seeing Jimin dance, but he for one was very pleased that he did.

***

Jimin has never been this comfortable in his entire existence. Not even in his old room back home with the extra soft pillows. The pull of sleep was still very strong, but the arms around his waist were stronger. They were certainly new. Last thing Jimin remembers was that he was dancing and free, maybe even flying.

Slowly Jimin opened his eyes. He knew that he wasn’t in his own room. This room was so big and spacious. The walls were a warm brown colour, the bedding was extremely soft. Jimin felt as if he was lying down on clouds. The biggest giveaway was the warm breath on the nape of his neck. He knows, he fucking knows the other boys hate him. This, however, doesn’t truly explain why someone is literally breathing down his neck.

Trying to extract himself from his temporary arm prison, Jimin turned around to come face to face with Taehyung's sleeping face. Now this was something he could have never seen coming. He knew the other had a knack for staying away from him. He never said anything mean to Jimin, but he also never made a conscious effort to get close to the other. It’s kind of obvious Taehyung hates him. He was always overly friendly. A tell tale sign of hate. Jimin would know, his own mother did the same.

Jimin must have gotten lost in his own head, because before he could look away Taehyung's brown eyes were staring back at him. The sound that escaped his mouth was something between a squeak and a whimper. Taehyung only tightened his hold on the small human.

“Jimin” Taehyung's rough voice sent a shiver through Jimin's entire body. Somehow, Taehyung’s voice was even deeper. Perhaps it was because he was still half asleep. Perhaps there was an underlined anger that caused the octave to be that deep, but it was deep enough to almost paralysed Jimin.

“Jimin, I want to apologise if any of my past actions might have made you feel unwelcome. I truly plan to make it up to you, but before any of that can happen I would like to show you my special place” Taehyung said in a soft voice.

Jimin couldn’t stop the shiver even if he tried. He has never heard a voice sound so soft, yet so deep. Seriously, how is this even legal? Jimin’s a weak man. All he could do was nod at Taehyung’s words. His voice had promptly left him to his own device. Somehow, he felt betrayed by his lack of power to respond properly.

After they detangled themselves from the very comfy bed. Taehyung had led Jimin down the hall once again. Once they entered the entrance hall, Jimin was understandably confused. Were they finally sick of him like everyone else? Was this how they were going to kick him out? How was he even supposed to survive more than five seconds in the desert?

“Jimin, look up,” Taehyung said in a bemused tone. He could almost see the thoughts that filtered through the other's head. It only added to his already brooding guilty feeling.

Jimin’s eyes grew wide at the enormous image on the roof that greeted him. There was a small hammock close to an entrance that Jimin had never noticed. It appeared to be a hidden room that could only be accessed by… flight? Nevertheless the image was breathtaking. Jimin could clearly see that this goddess was the exact same person as Taehyung. Their beauty was unmatched.

When Jimin turned back around he was met with golden eyes. The goddess that stood before him was… magnificent. He takes back everything he said about the picture on the roof being pretty. This deity right before him was the epitome of beauty. It took a good minute or two of staring for Jimin’s brain to catch up enough to look away from Taehyung.

“Y-you’re Isis” Jimin whispered. His voice held nothing but admiration. His eyes tried to look everywhere except Taehyung.

“You know who I am?” Taehyung asked, shocked. He should have expected Jimin to know who he was. He was good friends with his mother before she became the trend setter for backstabbing.

“Of course I know who you are. Who doesn’t? You are like one of the greatest known goddesses out there” Jimin said. He was kind of taken by surprise by Taehyung's response. Did he not know how well known he was?

“Well, It’s been a while since I was seen in public. Anyway, let me tell you about myself! The part that most history books leave out” Taehyung said as he reached out for Jimin. Again, Jimin squeaked as he was suddenly lifted off the ground. Taehyung made quick work of flying up into his own little safe space that no one else dared to go.

The room was nothing like Jimin imagined it to be. There was comfortable furniture, sure, but it was the walls that caught his attention. They were littered with thousands of doodles and paintings. Each one of them is made with their own emotion and story. It was chaotic, but oh so beautiful. Something about them screamed Taehyung.

“I am the goddess Isis. The goddess of fertility, motherhood, magic, death, healing, and rebirth. I am the first daughter of Geb and Nut. Osiris is my first love, but not my only. I was in charge of making sure that no one undeserving became ill. I am supposed to be quite kind and forgiving, but I do fear that is no longer the case. I do have a strong connection to the moon and that was one of my main symbols used back in the ancient times. I love children the most. I even had a son Horus. He was quite the handsome boy, but he perished a long time ago during the great invasion of Egypt. I believe till this day that the invasion is the cause for my distrust in anyone that is not part of this house. That is also why I can’t fully trust in you” Taehyung said as he took a paintbrush and started to doodle on the wall.

His words left a sour taste in Jimin's mouth. He could understand Taehyung’s hesitance. It didn’t hurt any less to hear it though. Somewhere in the back of Jimin’s mind a voice screamed at him that he will never be trusted by them, but he would deal with that later.

“I paint to get rid of any negative energy I might have. Just like your dancing is supposed to help you, painting is my escape. Once every few decades I will paint the entire room white to start anew. It is almost time again. Enough about me, let’s talk about you.” Taehyung said as he continued to paint. Jimin frose at that. He didn’t want to talk about anything. He knew Taehyung would bring up last night and the way he leaped off the balcony. To be honest he was mad at Taehyung for not allowing him the semblance of peace, but that is not important.

“Why did you jump?” Taehyung questioned with his back still turned.

“I- I don’t know” Jimin said in a soft voice.

“Don’t lie to me Jimin. I saw your smile. I could see the hurt in your eyes. Don’t tell me that fucking bullshit of i don’t know! You do know. Now, why did you jump?” Taehyung said as he turned around and swiftly made his way over to Jimin, effectively pinning him to the far wall.

Jimin’s breath came out in shaky heaves as the tears quickly started to build up behind his eyes. He had no right to cry. He was not worth it enough to cry over such stupid matters, but the gaze that pinned him to the wall compelled him to cry. Once the floodgates opened there was no stopping the massive flood of tears that escaped.

“I- I don-n’t know!” Jimin sobbed as he tried to wiggle free from Taehyung's strong grip.

“Jimin” Taehyung growled as he crowded closer to the wreck of a human. That seemed to have been enough to prompt a full on ramble out of the smaller man.

“I- I’m a b-burden. I-it would b-be so m-much easier f-for you all i-if I just dis-disappeared. I don’t de-serve to be a-alive. Even my m-mother said I would h-have been better off dead. N-no one would even miss some-someone like me. Why did you save me? W-why could you n-not let me be. I-I was free. I was g-going to be free. W-why?” Jimin sobbed as his resolve crumbled. He was just so tired.

Taehyung swallowed the lump in his throat as he took Jimin into his arms. His instincts to protect the fragile human were out of control. He needed to prove to Jimin that he wasn’t worthless.

“No matter what anyone says. No one is worthless. No one deserves to feel as useless and as unimportant as you feel. I am so sorry we added to that. I promise you that you are important. I know you don’t trust us, but I can see the hurt. I can feel how lonely you are. I am the goddess of motherhood and magic. Let me make it up to you by proving to you that we do not hate you. Sleep, little one. Everything will get better with time” Taehyung said as he once again tucked the small bundle into his arms.

***

The rest of the boys were all waiting in the common room. Yoongi hasn’t stopped pacing back and forth since they last saw Taehyung carry Jimin off to his room. He was worried. He has never seen Taehyung look so torn and conflicted. Above all he wanted to know why Taehyung was flying with Jimin in his arms. He prayed that it wasn’t what he thought it was. Would Taehyung really go that far to scare the human?

Just then, Taehyung entered the common room. He looked a lot more in control than he did last night. He even looked relieved. Which, considering the circumstances, was very concerning.

“Taehyung, care to explain what happened yesterday? The last we saw of you, you were storming off with the crystal and the next moment you were flying with Jimin in your arms” Jungkook said. His voice held a hint of anger as he locked eyes with Taehyung.

“Okay, I know it looks bad, but I promise you it’s not. Well it is bad but not what you guys are thinking it is. Yoongi you might want to sit for this one. I have one hell of a tale to tell you” Taehyung said as he took a seat.

With one last deep breath, Taehyung started to talk, carefully monitoring the others' expressions as recounted the entire encounter. Leaving out no details, not even the emotions he felt.

Chapter 13

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