"You are the God of the Underworld, the Unseen, God of Wealth-" Jimin paused, staring at his destined in silent admiration. "and yet you weep for me?"
"I am nothing, Angel." Jungkook retorted, closing his eyes and leaning into the touch of his desti...
"Where?" Jimin asked, straightening his back and standing up when the God does.
Jungkook looks at him in pure amusement. "Shall I not leave, my rose?"
"N-No, but.." Jimin bites his lips, fiddling with his fingers. "It gets lonely here, Will you come back?"
"Gods forbid I don't." Jungkook responds with a tight smile. He needed a lot of strength to get out of the underworld, it was a dream that he was even able to step foot outside of there. Now he has a reason and Jimin's urge to see him again, he thinks it'll be an easier travel back and forth because of that. "Might take me long but I'll come back, angel."
"I'll wait, okay?" the blond replied, smiling back at the God. He leans down to pick out a handful of buckwheat flowers from the many bushes that were blooming it. "Here, a gift for talking to me!"
Jungkook hesitates to take the flowers, knowing fully well that they'll wilt the minute he touches them. He's pleasantly surprised though when he receives it and it doesn't grow dead at all.
"Hm." he hummed, not knowing what to react. "I did not need a gift, angel."
The God tilts his head, reaching over to his pocket to grab the small gold plated flower pin he had gotten from his many treasures from the underworld. He kept it without much thought, but he's grateful because it was seemingly perfect for the moment.
"Here's mine." he muttered lowly, stepping forward and gently pinning the gold jewelry on top of the fluffy blond locks. "Come back on spring, same day. Thank you for not running away."
"Bye-bye, Jungkookie!" Jimin exclaimed, stepping back with a blush on his cheeks and a wave.
Jungkook feels his heart skip when he sees the latter thumbing the pin on his hair shyly.
Jimin leaves first, twirling around gracefully and skipping back towards home. The God bites back another smile, looking down at the flowers placed in his hand and wondering again why it wasn't wilting.
"Are you playing with me, or do you know what these flowers mean?" Jungkook whispers under his breath, taking one last glance at the retreating form of his destined.
Lover.
Buckwheat flowers meant lover.
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March 13 • 1 year
Jimin grew up without parents.
That's how it feels like to live in a house that isn't your own, you're treated like a stranger. At least that's what he's grown to learn over the year that had just passed.
However it was march; During spring, he was the happiest. Just because the meadows feel more healthy then, and his place of quiet loveliness brings him the comfort his house doesn't. With an inclusion of the God of the Underworld's visit, but that wasn't something he'd like to talk about.
