You like BTS and EXO? Neat!
You like BTS, but not EXO? That’s fine.
You like EXO, but not BTS? That’s cool, too.
You don’t like either of them? That’s okay!
Everyone is entitled to their own opinion and no one should receive criticism based upon their personal preferences. Groups also shouldn’t receive a mass amount of hate just because you think one is better than the other. It may be unrealistic, but people should be able to have preferences without getting hate or being hateful.
A/N: Oh look. I’m fancy and I put an authors note~ Hehehe. JK I always do. I just labeled it this time. Anyways I hope you enjoy the newest chapter. I’m currently writing chapter 8 and let me tell you guys the story as gotten so great I can’t even stop writing sometimes. Love ya.
“I’m sorry. What the hell did you just say?” The sound of Hoseok’s voice had nearly startled you. The entire room sat in silence after Suho had made his speech. He wanted you guys to join him? Join him how? That stupid little camp he talked about back on the dock?
“Ok look, you two are sons of Apollo right?” he gestured towards Jimin and Hoseok as he spoke to them. “Apollo has joined Poseidon in this fight. It’s only right that you stand with your parent on the side he supports. I’m building an army I need all the warriors I can get so before Zeus’ side even has the chance to think about winning we can attack. You owe this much to your parent boys.”
“Who the fuck cares if we support our godly parent?” It was your voice this time that cut through the silence. “What have they ever done for us other than provide the second half for us to be born? When have they ever come to help us. Give us words of encouragement during our training? Not everyone gets a chance to have a parent that pays attention to them golden boy.” You spat the last part of your sentence at him like there was dirt in your mouth. Being the son of Poseidon this asshole would never know what it would be like to grow up without a parent. Having your mother taken away from you and your godly father never even acknowledging your existence.
Uncertainty flashed in his eyes, probably not realizing that he should have thought of that before hand. You smirked as you stared at him, your eyes never shifting away. You had to stand your ground in anyway you could, there was no way you were teaming up with this prick.
“We’ll join you.” your blood turned into ice and your eyes widened. “I will join you.” Hoseok put emphasis on “I” as he spoke once again, shaking you to the core. “I will join you and in turn if they decide against it you will not harm any of them. You will let them go.” What was he doing? He couldn’t join them. He promised to run away with you and Yixing, he promised to protect you and he was abandoning you to do the thing the three of you never wanted to do in the first place.
“I’ll join too.” Jimin’s voice was quiet as he spoke, his head hanging low. No. They can’t leave you. Your body began to shake, the reality of what was happening right now weighed you down and you couldn’t even speak.
“Fair enough. We will be taking him in with us. Something has to be done about his shoulder and quickly.” Suho’s voice was more of a muffle to you near the end. Your world faded away from you and you could hear Hoseok talk again about your mind did not register the words. They were all leaving you now, your worst fear was becoming a reality and there was nothing you could do about it.
“No.” a sob broke out of you and your turned your eyes to Hoseok, pleading for him to understand. “No. You can’t leave me. You can’t leave me alone. You promised Hoseok.”
“I know I did.” he wouldn’t look at you, his eyes stared ahead down the hallway as he spoke. The clarity that flooded your mind afterwards was revolutionary for you. Everything made sense to you now, you had to stand for yourself. You couldn’t always rely on Hoseok to be there for you when you needed him, there were times when you were going to have to be there for yourself.
“I’m joining too.”
There wasn’t much after that, all four of you had been swept up and blindfolded. You had sat for ages outside of the apartment buildings and thankfully Suho was the one who had offered you an extra pair of pants. Seeing as though you were blindfolded the struggle to pull the pants on was a lot more complicated than you would have thought. Suho had gotten impatient and pulled the pants up your legs making you jerk away from him and collapse onto the couch once again.
Your bare feet were aching by the time you heard a vehicle pulled up, the gravel of the road digging into the sensitive skin on your feet. You were promptly shoved into what you assumed to be a large van because everyone then climbed in afterwards.
The ride was long and as much as you had tried to fight it your exhaustion took over. You struggled with yourself, prying your eyes open and even digging your nails into your hands to keep you awake. The hours of lost sleep caught up and dragged you into the depths. The only thing you needed right now was for your body to rest and heal.
The next time you woke up the sun was shining right into your face, the light providing a nice warmth that had you humming in delight. You curled up under your covers as you pulled the blankets up closer to your face. You didn’t want to wake up, your entire body was sore and you were definitely not a morning person right now. You listened closely, waiting to hear some sign of life.
“If you’re awake you should probably get out of bed.” your eyes shot open and you stared wide eyed at the body where the voice had quietly drifted from. There in front of you was Suho, comfortably leaning over onto your bed from his chair, holding his head up with his hands. “Morning.”
You jerked back, your muscles tensing up as you shot up into a sitting position. How the hell could you have forgotten what happened? Where the hell were you? Your eyes started scanning the room, taking in your environment and quickly formulating a plan.
“No point in trying to leave. Your leg is still in a pretty bad shape. Our healers worked on it all day yesterday. The muscle was torn pretty badly with that slice. I don’t know how the hell you were even moving around on that leg.”
“I can hold my own thank you.” your narrowed your eyes at him, watching as he reclined in his chair that sat next to your bed.
You were in a small cabin, six beds lining the wall in a straight row. Each one with it’s own nightstand and it’s own locker next to it. Across on the opposite wall were two doors that most likely led to a closet or a bathroom. You turned your attention back to Suho.
“They’re at breakfast. You know that’s like the only thing you say to me that doesn’t actually have a curse word in it. Didn’t anyone ever teach you to not use such foul language?” you rolled your eyes at the lame attempt to joke.
“What the hell do you want?”
“I’m here to take you to breakfast but it seems to me like you would rather sleep so go right ahead. I will head to breakfast myself.” he stood up from his chair and started making his way out of the cabin.
You shook your head and laid back down in the bed and smiled as the sheets fluttered around you for a brief second. You were so glad to finally be alone with your thoughts. Flashes of last night crossed your mind as you laid there, thinking about the situation you had been forced into.
Never had you been away from Hoseok or Yixing before. They were your family and you cared about them the most but they had all so easily decided to leave you. There was no way you were not going to follow them. Hoseok may have been fine breaking his promise with you but you had to protect Yixing. You were not going to break your promise to him when he had no say as to whether he came or not.
You shut your eyes once again, thinking through how you were going to survive all of this. It wasn’t like you knew where you were so you couldn’t run away. Then again maybe you could run away, it wasn’t that hard for you to survive for a bit before finding a place you and Yixing could stay. Maybe you could even convince Hoseok and Jimin to change their minds.
Wait. What the hell were you doing? You shot up out of bed the best your leg allowed you and pushed the blankets away from you. You had to admit your leg felt better but you could still feel the pain when you worked your muscle. You glanced around the room again, eyeing all of the beds. Why the hell were you just laying in bed when you could be using this alone time to find something, any weapon. Even if it was a butter knife. You quickly weaved your way through the bed, checking the lockers and nightstands next to the beds.
They were all empty except for one. You stood at the very last bed and peered into the locker, an assortment of large plain t-shirts hung up along the bar that made a closet. On the very end, leather armor that was significantly smaller that the t-shirts. You assumed it must have been to form the person’s body instead of hanging loose on them.
Upon further inspection you saw that it was definitely male armor. Female armor was cut differently to allow access for breasts to sit comfortable in the tight hard leather. You remembered your own set of armor back at the academy, it made you look like some avenging warrior or something and you hated it.
Glancing down you saw the assortment of colognes lining the bottom and you bent down to see if there was something behind them. Nope. Just more colognes. You closed the top part of the locker and opened up the bottom. Bingo. There sitting neatly at the bottom of the locker was a long dagger, the hilt of the dagger decorated with ornate jewels.
“Mind if I ask what the hell you are doing going through my locker?” you immediately acted on reflex, grabbing the dagger and spinning, slicing upwards as you heard the last of the sentence being spoken. Your slice stopped abruptly, a tight grip catching your wrist and yanking you up. You screamed as your body was flung onto the bed, your hand releasing the dagger as it was twisted in a hard grasp. Just as quick as it happened it stopped.
You groaned and pulled your wrist to your chest cradling it in your other hand as your eyes drifted towards the voice. Was this a dream or something? You stared straight into large deep brown eyes that were attached to a face that was honestly just as pretty. The boy’s set jawline and this slightly messy hair that fell over his forehead made him seem ageless; like a young boy but at the same time he looked like he could be in his late twenties. What even was this guy?
“Sorry.” you didn’t risk saying anything else as you stood up and moved to make your way back to your own bed. You grew annoyed as the boy stayed firm in his spot, your face mere inches away from him. Your eyes refused to meet his as you stood there, your eyes falling on his collarbones instead. The collar of his large t-shirt swooped down to reveal his very defined and very prominent collar bones. “Can I please get by.”
“You haven’t answered my question.” you were growing impatient now and finally looked into those eyes. Hell why did he have such nice eyes?
“I was looking for a weapon that I could use to kill whoever gets in my way.” you narrowed your eyes at him. Would he move now? You adjusted your stance to seem more intimidating, balling up your fist and lowering your arms by your side, meeting his stare head on with an icy one of your own.
His eyes raked down your body and stopped at your leg, blatantly staring at the silver scar that marked your wound right below the edge of the shorts you were in. His eyes traveled back up your body till he was locking eyes with you again, the ghost of a smirk forming on his lips.
“Tell you what.” you flinched when he leaned closer, his body tilting sideways a little and his head adjusting to keep staring at you. “You can take this if you follow my advice.” the dagger came into your line of sight, the hilt pointed at you as his long fingers wrapped delicately around the blade.
“What’s the advice?”
“Wear pants from now on. You wouldn’t want your enemies to see your weakness.” He slowly stretched his arm out a fraction, offering you the dagger “Go on. I have plenty more to defend myself with if I decide to get in your way again.”
You rolled your eyes as you took the dagger from him, carefully drawing it from his hand as not to hurt him. He stood there a second longer before stepping to the side, giving you room to squeeze past him from between the two beds. Your feet carried you back to your bed as you clutched onto the dagger. This weapon was your life line now and you needed it desperately. It was the only thing that would get you out of this place.
“You have a nice technique. A strong form too.” his voice rang out in the cabin again, the soft timber of his voice flooding your ears and making goosebumps form on your arms and legs. “Your friends said they would bring you back some breakfast so you wouldn’t have to get up. They were talking about how well your leg might be doing. Now I guess I know what they were talking about. Surprised you were able to move that fast with an injury like that.”
“I was trained well.” it wasn’t a lie. You were trained well. You were given the best instructors of the academy as private tutors as well as attended all the normal classes so you didn’t stand out. You didn’t want people pegging you as special, that would only bring attention and you would rather hide in the dark recesses of a corner. The only thing that irked you was that he was obviously trained better. He was stronger and faster than you, it didn’t seem like it took any effort to stop you at all when he had grabbed your wrist. This guy was someone you were going to have to watch out for.
“Guess who brought breakfast!” you jumped as the door to your cabin burst open and your two weirdly energetic friends stormed in. Jimin made his way to you first, his smile stretched across his face and causing his eyes to form little crescent shapes and his already puffy cheeks to puff out more. “Thank the gods you’re awake! You were out all day yesterday!”.
“Good morning Jimin.” your returned his smile as you took the plate of food out of Hoseok’s hands.
“Hey. You feeling any better? How’s the leg?” Hoseok sat at the foot of the bed and you quickly cast your eyes away from him as he asked the questions.
“Fine.” You quickly shoved the piece of bacon into your mouth as an excuse to not have to talk anymore. You were still mad at him and you were determined to let him know it. You shifted your weight and pulled the blankets over your legs before continuing to eat, the cabin now falling in silence.
The food was wonderful. You hadn’t had such a nice piece of bacon before, the thin almost tasteless strip at the academy being the only bacon you had eaten in ages. The rest of the food mirrored the bacon in it’s deliciousness; was deliciousness even a word? You would have to worry about that later. If this place gave you food like this everyday then maybe you could stretch your stay a little longer to enjoy the simple luxury.
“You certainly look better.” You looked up at Jimin when he spoke, seeing him wiggle his way out of his tennis shoes and sliding into the bed, lifting the blanket up and laying it in your lap as he had done during the days he was at the academy with you.
Jimin’s bed back then was your bed and your bed was Jimin’s bed. You two were practically inseparable when you were little. You would always hide under your blankets late at night and whisper to each other about things little kids always whispered about. It was so late however that you two would eventually just end up passing out in the same bed, your heads at the foot of the bed and the sheets covering both of you completely.
“Yeah I feel better. My leg doesn’t hurt as much either so whatever they did to it yesterday must have really worked. I can walk normally now at least.” Jimin’s giggle brought your own bubbling up in your chest. You had to admit that there wasn’t anyone you had missed more in your entire life than Jimin.
“Don’t worry I’m sure you will be back to kicking asses in no time.” you actually did laugh at that. It was funny how easily you could just be with Jimin. You were guarded other times around everyone else except Hoseok and Yixing. But even with those two you had a sense of worry, a sense of fear that you could lose them. Jimin just seemed to you like someone who would never leave. Until he actually did.
You both fell silent as a figure passed through your vision. You looked up towards the door in time to see the other boy leaving the cabin, closing the door behind him quietly as he made his leave. One thing you noticed that you didn’t seem to catch before, the guy moved so quietly it was like he was walking on air.
“Ahhhh. I see you have already met Jungkook then.”
“Yeah Jeon Jungkook. Apparently, according to some at breakfast, the son of Ares.” Ares? Hell… that would explain his skill before. Alright. Jeon Jungkook, son of Ares, you officially made it on my radar.