Mikrokosmos || KTH

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Absentmindedly I was playing with a lock of hair. I had been awake for some hours and bored every minute of it. Normally I was excited for the weekend to arrived. It meant parties, long nights and loads of beautiful people to pick from.

But lately I hadn't been enjoying the game as much. Don't get me wrong, spending the night with a human still was magical every time, but the hunt for that right person was just not what it used to be.

Before I had lived for the rush of conquering heart after heart. That moment my eyes would meet someone elses across the room and I'd just know I had to have them. In that second a bond was formed and the play would begin, like actors on a stage and the whole room was watching our every move. Like a dance so captivating it at moments took my breath away.

For so long I had explored all those different faces, bodies and personalities. I had played every part and danced every dance adding each of my counterparts to my memory until it was filled with every shape and color there was to find. And so I got bored.

Recently it had gotten so bad that I had been skipping nights, nights I knew there wouldn't been anyone interesting enough to pleasure me. The others had been teasing me about it, especially Jimin. The God of Love. There hadn't been a day in the past he hadn't told me how empty and meaningless my night nightly adventures were. That one day I would realize how lonely I really was, how much I was craving for someone to permanently fill the gaping hole in my heart.

"Ha, with love?" I had said mockingly. "I am the God of Lust, don't humor me with that soft shit of yours." Jimin had just sighed and walked away.

But now it was different, because I had changed and even though I wasn't lonely or desperate for love, I was tired of playing. And that of course had been enough for Jimin to further preach his gospel. He had been the first one to notice I had stayed up here during the nights and wasn't too shy to come bragging about his victory. Because that is how he saw it, he had been right all along. I might not have fallen in love yet, but it was coming. He was sure of it.

To my annoyance I saw Jimin walking over to me. I knew I should have stayed inside. Looking around the courtyard I could see I wasn't the only one to see Jimin walking my way. Jin, the God of Mischief, was observing us closely, ready to jump in and create some more chaos. Never far from Jin was Namjoon, God of Wisdom, always trying to talk some sense into Jin and ultimately failing every time, leaving him to clean up Jin's mess. Yes the two were inseparable. I had always believed it was because Namjoon secretly enjoyed the chaos Jin created because I left him with something to fix. And for Jin. Jin needed someone to challenge him, to make things a little harder, a little more intereting. Without Namjoon trying to stop him every step of the way he would get bored, just like me. I guess opposites really do attract.

"What do you want Jimin?" I asked without even looking up from my hands, pretending to clean my nails carefully.

"I don't want anything, I was just coming over to chat with you."

I could hear that never ending cheeriness in his voice, so sweet and sticky like a lollipop, it made me sick.

"Fine, talk." I waved my hand at him, while I started fake inspecting my other hand. I was hoping my uninterested attitude would scare him off before he started preaching to me about Love, with a capital L as he would always say. But he didn't leave. I had known that the second he sat down but I never hurt to try. Sadly Jimin's nearly unbreakable good mood didn't crack today.

"See I was thinking about throwing a party next month, since it's Valentines that Friday."

Jimin's voice, dripping with enthusiasm, kept rambling on about every minor detail of the party. I had stopped listening after that first sentence because the sound of his voice made me want to vomit. I needed a good fuck, I really did. I didn't know what else to do, since listening to what Jimin had to say was definitely not a option, so I just decided to look up at him. Contrary to his voice, Jimin's face and body were something I did thoroughly enjoy.

He wasn't tall, but he was extremely athletic. During those hot summer days I had caught myself staring at his defined muscles a few too many times. His rock hard abs changed into this V-shape while I trailed my eyes downwards his body. It was like an arrow pointing you to your wildest dreams.

When I gazed upwards his face was soft as clouds on a early spring morning. His lips plump and a light shade of pink, looking so welcoming I've had to stop myself multiple times to push mine on them. Similarly his eyes were round and big, sharing all his thoughts and feeling with the world, but suddenly small, almost nonexistent, when he laughed. When his perfect white teeth blinded you, but you couldn't really care because the sight was so beautiful you'd willing accept a life of darkness if his smile was the last thing you'd see.

And now I know this may sound like I'm in love with him, but that's where you're wrong. Because you see, I am Taehyung the God of Lust. I live for pleasures of the flesh. And oh, how my eyes are pleased by looking at Jimin. But that's all it is, a pleasure for my eyes. I can't say I have never thought about sleeping with him, but the thought of Jimin talking about Love afterwards is enough to change my mind.

Suddenly Jimin pauses, and he is staring at me expectantly. And I know, I know he has asked me a question. After a second his expression changes and he starts to frown.

"Were you even listening to me?"

I shrug. I can't really be bothered to answer, but of course there is someone who has been paying attention and he is quick to act.

"See Taehyung, I think Jimin just asked you to help with the preparations for the Valentinesday party."

The sparkle in Jin's eyes says enough, he is out for some fun. Well let's have it!

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Hello lovelies,

So I know I know, another ship fanfic. Not very original, but this story is really different than the other ones. It's more like fantasy or something, mystical. I don't know. Since Taehyung is the demon of lust, there will of course be some mature content. How mature will depend on how brave I am at the time I am writing it...

I have been away for a while but I plan to be back. Not sure when I'll finish Best of Me, I kinda left because I didn't know where I wanted to take that story. So now something a little different. I love mystical stories so I am gonna attempt and write one myself. I probably won't update as much as before, because I have a full time job now... But I'll try once a week.

Love Mel💜