You looked into his eyes, this was an invite you couldn't turn down. You got up slowly following him. You knew you would regret this in the morning and you weren't thinking of the hangover...
Yoongi was a surprisingly fast walker as you meandered through the parking lot, stopping in front a deep black Mercedes Benz E class even the windows were tainted black. You tentatively got in not realising the job paid so well. You sat, waiting patiently but he wouldn't start the car.
"Your seatbelt." He said simply. You glanced at him and also saw his Seatbelt was done. You chuckled to yourself wondering why an immortal god would need to wear seatbelts.
"The police don't know I am immortal,would rather avoid the fine." He mumbled. He did that thing again. You forgot they could access your mind any time they wanted. At that moment you already felt defeated so you just nodded in reply as the car descended into silence. It was a comfortable silence, however.Yoongi's presence made you feel at ease, he had just saved you after all. You leaned your head against the cold glass watching the fusion of pastel pinks, oranges and purples all merge into one master piece. An outline of the moon already hung low over the sky. You loved the vibrant and swirling colours. It was one of the few things that made you believe in a god, something so beautiful couldn't be so random. You always appreciated how beautiful the sunset was, you couldn't even bring yourself to take a picture in case it immediately all disappeared.
"That's Hoseok and Jimin." Yoongi started out of nowhere. You turned to him confused.
"Hoseok and Jimin are in charge of the sunset." Yoongi elaborated.
"Recently they've been painting interpretations of you..."
"It's beautiful." You muttered under your breath.
"So are you." Yoongi replied in measured nonchalance. You flushed at how easily he had said it. Like it was the most obvious thing.
"You don't have to-" you started.
"I know but I want to." He said simply cutting you off. His eyes grew intense as his eyes became the ocean, the colour on his iris moved like waves at the sea shore. He turned away from you as once again the silence followed. Your eyes watched the pink and the orange fade slowly as the midnight blues creeped in slowly becoming a canvas for the stars in the sky. You felt at peace at last as you let your shoulders relax. Your heart rate slowed as a memory of someone wearing a white gown flashed before you. Your eyes focused on a woman. She had long black hair and bright green eyes...her green piercing green eyes eventually locked unto you. Her eyebrows were furrowed, her lips slightly parted like she wanted to tell you something. The car moved past her, desperate, you pressed your face against the glass trying to communicate with her somehow, but she was gone, probably already melting into the crowd.
Yoongi escorted you into a bar you wouldn't dare go to yourself, it was very clearly for those who had money you certainly didn't have. You found yourself adjusting your self, a little grateful that you put some effort into your appearance today. Tinkling of the grand piano serenaded the people inside, as a low mumbles drifted in the air, the lighting was low and warm as hues of deep red from the cushioned chairs framed your vision. The alcohol smelt fruity, wholesome and most importantly expensive. Yoongi moved far easier here, heading to a corner with purpose, he was very clearly familiar with this place. In the corner sat everyone but Jin
As you neared the table you were starting to wonder if this was really a good idea...Hoseok was the first to look up, his hair slightly tousled he had discarded his jacket on the chair next to him, his shirt was undone, he had been talking to Jimin who had been holding a flute of something intensely red...why did you wonder if it was blood? Next to him was Jungkook who had just downed a shot relishing the taste and the burn at the back of his throat, whilst Namjoon held a glass of something you assumed was whisky. Taehyung was holding a class of something bubbling, his hand waved as he spoke to Namjoon who was intrigued at his brother's apparent wild story. It resembled an almost wild and modernistic scene of the last supper. All them lounged lazily no longer concerned about the upkeep of their appearance. They seemed so...wild a little bit unhinged. Yoongi had a seat pouring himself a bottle of something and chugging it, you couldn't help but notice how his Adam's apple bobbed as he drank, his bare skin illuminated under the low light, you felt feelings of lust start to creep up but you fought and ignored it
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The Cursed Sons of Dionysus
Fanfiction"It will be seven that will be your undoing and it will be eight who will rise for the revolution" You thought you had escaped your past...But how can you escape the past when you've forgotten it? 🚨 WARNING🚨 This is extremely smutty! Like very smu...
