Something (In Between)

1 • Endless

"Hey, minie!" Taehyung greets with his grin wide as he enters the room with his eyes gleaming gold. Being son of Zeus, the blond liked to think that is was the reason he was gifted with such beautiful eyes.

He's followed shortly by the rest of his siblings, all clad in their Olympian uniforms. Jimin wants to feel happy for them yet he can't help but feel jealous as he didn't have the luxury to do that.

"Hello." Jimin greets back softly, smiling at the latter and ushering him towards the table where he had been tasked to prepare their dinner.

"Nice pin." the brunet pointed out, sitting down and starting to gobble up his food with a delightful moan of appreciation.

"Something up today?" Hoseok asked as he notices Jimin had made an effort to look good today.

Jimin had his hair falling on his eyes in delicate waves, and even the son of Poseidon could see specs of petal roses sticking on the blond's lips as a form of lipstick.

"Nothing." The blond immediately quipped back, "How's the food?"

"The best!" The son of Zeus exclaimed cheekily, smiling through his porridge.

"Persephone!" Suhyeon screamed from the stairs, Jimin looks at the siblings in an apologetic manner and immediately runs towards where his mother was. He detaches the pin from his hair and quickly pockets it.

"Yes, Goddess?" the blond asked carefully as the lass stared at him with silent anger.

She must have been stupid to think that Jimin didn't know the meaning of his Olympic name, he knew very well. He studied what he could with the outgrown books and left over papers of activities the children of the Goddess took home.

He did this alone, like how he did most things.

"I told you to clean this up." she scowled out, pointing at the small floral decorations Jimin had attempted to put on his poorly made bedroom near the back of the house.

"I-I was only attempting to-"

"Don't talk back!" The goddess spat out, grabbing the vines and ripping them out from the seams of Jimin's makeshift bed. "This isn't your home."

"I'm sorry." Jimin mumbled out, willing his eyes not to shed tears.

"Let the children finish their dinner. Go tend to the garden." She says with finality walking over to trash the flowers and vines Jimin had used.

The blond quickly takes his apron off, throwing it on his bed and rushing out of the house. He doesn't bother looking back at the concerned glances of his brother's; at least they treated him like one.

He lets his tears fall only once he's in the safety of his meadows, the sun was slowly sinking and it made Jimin feel more sad, he couldn't even see the sunlight bounce across the river.

He sniffled wiping his tears and grabbing the gold pin on his pocket, he places it back on his hair and sits on the same spot he had bid farewell to the God.

"How are you feeling?" Jimin whispered kindly to the wind, caressing the blooming flowers on the grass.

"Deeply wounded." a voice answers instead, the blond whips his head back in shock and is greeted with an older looking Jungkook. His hair this time was in a light shade of blue, Jimin wonder's how he got to do that. "How about me, My rose? Won't you ask if I'm alright as well?"

"I-I didn't think you were coming." he replied carelessly, seeing Jungkook's expression darken.

"I promised, angel. Did I not?" he replied with a shrug of his shoulders. Jungkook pauses, staring at the blond's red tainted lips and then his tear streaked cheeks.