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If there was one wish in life I could have it was to never, ever, ever, see Yoongi in a bikini ever again.
The image endlessly burned through my mind the entire time it took the son of Hades to lead Jungkook and I back to where the other demigods were hanging out on the beach.
"Yoongi hyung we told you to bring back girls," Taehyung complained the moment we came within earshot. "Y/N doesn't count."
"Hold on." I halted and hurled a lethal glare in Yoongi's direction. "The reason why you made yourself look like a bikini girl was so you could find yourself girls and hook up??"
"Yeah, so what?" Yoongi grumbled as he snatched a pile of clothes that laid beside a crestfallen-looking Hoseok. "Did you really think we were going to make sandcastles or something?"
"Yes!" I threw my hands in the air. "You guys are nasty! You know what? New rules. I appoint myself as dictator over all of you while your sorry Olympian butts are here on Earth. My first rule is absolutely no womanizing or sleeping with women."
"What's a dick-whatever-you-said?" Taehyung's brows furrowed.
"It means my word supersedes all of yours," I replied.
"That's not fair!" Jimin protested. "Why does Jungkook get to womanize you and we have to just sit around?"
"I'm called international play boy for a reason," Jungkook stated proudly. "I like my girls bad."
I shifted my glare to Jungkook. It was a damn blessing that I wasn't the one with water powers because at the moment I wanted nothing more than to temporarily drown the stupid demigods of loose morales. Or rather, no morales at all.
As if sensing my murderous thoughts Jungkook took a few steps back. "Sorry," he mumbled.
"And what if we break your rules?" Yoongi had now pulled on proper pants and was slipping on a shirt. I didn't even want to ask where he got the bikini. "What are you going to do? You're Mortal and we're demigods. You have nothing you can threaten us with."
At that I smirked. If Jungkook liked his girls bad he was about to freaking adore me.
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"RUN AWAY!!"
You watched with detached amusement and smugness as the demigods scrambled over your parents' dining room in pure terror.
You didn't think making popcorn in the microwave had ever been more empowering than this moment right now where you asserted dictatorship over Olympian demigods.
You had lead the demigods to your parents' residence, which was a quick five minute walk from the area you'd all been standing on the beach. It was a lovely abode with the back leading directly to the beach. The minute you'd entered the house, you'd rummaged around the pantry and found a bag of popcorn seeds to put in your parents high-power Panasonic microwave. As expected, the demigods had immediately lost their cool the moment the machine whirred to life.
Jimin had somehow managed to squish himself under the sideboard while Hoseok and Taehyung were taking shelter beneath the dining table. Yoongi had skittered behind the curtains, flinching at every loud pop of the corn from within the microwave.
And where was your beloved bath bomb this entire time one might ask?
Clinging to your legs on the ground and yelling to "terminate the beast" and how he would "repent for all his transgressions" if only you'd turn it off.
It was a solid minute of utter silence after the long tone of the microwave signaling it finished before anyone even moved.
First Jungkook cautiously peeled himself off your legs while Taehyung and Hoseok cautiously poked their heads out from under the tables. After a couple more seconds Yoongi and Jimin also came into visibility.
"You really like to put the dick in dictatorship don't you?" Yoongi grumbled at you.
"And you really like to put the dick into anything, don't you?" You retorted.
He winced. "No need to make it personal," he muttered.
Ignoring him, you opened the microwave (noting how every single demigod flinched at the pop of the door swinging open) and grabbed the steaming popcorn bag. You held it out to them. "Dinner is served."
"Rock, paper, scissors on who has to touch that!" Hoseok immediately burst out.
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[Jungkook's POV]
Jungkook quietly observed the living room. The demigods were still munching on the golden puff balls Y/N called "popcorn". The young Mortal herself was sprawled on the couch, head thrown back and eyes closed from obvious exhaustion.
Part of him longed to go to her and curl up with her, hugging her tightly against him in the position which had become a familiar comfort to him.
But no, he had something to do first.
Wordlessly and slowly, so as not to draw anyone's attention, he backed away from the living room and headed down the hallway to the bathroom. Closing the door behind him he halted in front of the— what did Y/N call it again?— toilet, arms crossed as he briefly envisioned his destination.
He grimaced at the tiny amount of water before reaching down. Immediately the water in the bowl shot up at his command and then darkness enveloped around him. It felt like ice had pierced under his skin and was spreading everywhere. He felt the very darkness around him shudder and sputter.
Maybe Y/N was right. Toilet teleportation was not ideal considering the lack of water in it.
Thankfully it was all over soon and Jungkook felt himself stumbling on hard tile floors again. Harsh fluorescent lights swung above him. He winced and lifted a hand as his sensitive sniffer was sabotaged by the smell of chemicals.
At least he knew he was in the right place now.
Cautiously he stepped out of the bathroom and into the hospital hallway. At this time later at night there weren't as many Mortals in white jackets milling around.
Trying to recall which room from earlier he padded down the hall, turning a couple times uncertainly. He stiffened when a woman in a pale green uniform passed him, but thankfully she merely shot him a quizzical look before continuing on.
Finally he arrived in front of a door. It looked identical to all the other rooms lining the hallway, but something in his gut told him this was the room.
Quietly, he opened the door and slipped in. The smell of chemicals in this room was almost unbearable, making Jungkook's eyes water a little. But he pressed on; a sullen determination settling in him when the image of Y/N's tear streaked face flashed through his mind.
He froze when he entered the room. At the far wall was Y/N's mother sitting in a chair. When she didn't move Jungkook cautiously padded further into room. Upon closer examination he realized that the mother was slouched, dead asleep.
He exhaled in relief. That was good. He just hoped she stayed asleep until he was finished. Thinking for a few seconds Jungkook crossed the floor and took a spare blanket on a tiny chair next to the mother before unfolding it and gently laid it across the woman.
With that complete he turned and stood at the edge of the bed where the father was laying. So pale, so frail and delicate as all Mortals were. Jungkook took a deep breath, closing his eyes, and reached out towards the fragile Mortal, summoning all his strength and abilities.
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