just enjoy the show.

@mpxviolet

Naturally, as soon as the girl collapses, he’s taken aback. Eyes widening in panic and confusion, he scrambles—looks both left and right to make sure no one else is present to witness the situation. He’d already done it earlier when he’d more or less cornered her, but it always helped to be extra careful. Milo wasn’t one for loose ends—if he could help it at least.

When he scans the immediate area and comes to find that there’s no one else in sight, he huffs out a sigh. It comes out mixed with both distress and relief because what the ever loving fuck. He’s glad that he doesn’t have to deal with witnesses, but he’s also kind of freaked out about the fact that he does have to deal with this girl. In all his time of coming after people in order to persuade them into keeping their mouths shut, he’s never had someone deadass faint right before his eyes.

He at least has something new to talk to Jennie about later. He bets that the other girl would get a definite kick out of this. 

Milo sighs again—agitation evident when he exhales—and he raises a hand to scratch the back of his neck. He takes a couple paces forward to observe the girl more and stops immediately when he catches something. The shock fading from his face, a smirk curls up the corners of his lips.

He laughs a little and shakes his head at the fact that he hadn’t caught it sooner—the girl’s breathing is way too fast and her eyes squeezed way too tight. He comes closer—crouches down beside her—and takes one of her hands into his own. He notes the way that there’s resistance at first before the limb comes up willingly. He holds her wrist to his ear and listens—her pulse is hammering.

There’s no way that the girl is unconscious he decides then and there.

The smirk on his face grows wider—mischief dancing in his eyes. ‘Might as well as have some fun with this,’ he thinks as he drops arm back down so that it lays across her stomach. With that, he straightens himself out and digs out his phone. He punches in a few numbers pretending to dial someone.

@mpxdaehyun

“Hey, that wasn’t funny!” He barked at the other. Brows furrowed in frustration and cheeks shaded with a light tint of red, Milo more or less fumed from the spot he had landed in. “Quit laughing, or I swear to the gods, I will fire your ass, Dae.” He threatens. “I mean it!” He doesn’t though. Whenever he threatens the elder with the loss of his job, it’s usually meaningless. Deep down, Milo knew that firing Daehyun wasn’t an option.

Considering the fact that Daehyun was the only other person who worked in the shop aside from him and that he was actually a pretty good employee, Milo would be fool to let him go.

But with the ache in his tailbone and the embarrassment evident on the younger demigod’s face, he was willing to say just about anything to get out of the current situation that he was in—though the situation wasn’t much more than him having fallen on his butt while trying to roller skate and Daehyun having witnessed it and subsequently breaking out into a fit of laughter.

Milo had already tried getting up once unassisted—shoving the elder’s hands away when he tried to help out of both pride and because the other was still laughing really hard—but that hadn’t gone as planned. So he had resigned himself to sitting on the floor of the roller rink grumbling thinly veiled threats at his employee until the other calmed down.

“I will hide all your god damned cancer sticks so well, that you’ll get fed up having to keep buying more and you’ll stop smoking all together.” He had said at one point of the evening when he was clinging to the sides of the rink in an effort to keep himself upright. And maybe it wasn’t that good of a threat either, but if anyone knew Milo, then they’d know that there would definitely be more where that came from—probably better ones—and he couldn’t wait to give Daehyun an earful.

@mpxhyuna

“How’s about that one?” He muses, dark eyes focused on another demigod lingering a few feet away. From what Milo had gathered through observation, the masked stranger had been eyeing Hyuna for a while now—indiscreetly he might as well as added. 

Walking past both him and the celtic demigoddess every so often in hopes of getting the woman’s attention, though she was more interested in the conversation that currently had going. One arm slung over the elder’s shoulders, he used his empty hand to gesture to the stranger. “Looks like he’s got the hots for you.” He points out with a smirk. “He’s walked by eyeing your ass enough times for me to get the idea.” He hums thoughtfully before a mischievous grin turns up the corners of his mouth.

“Want me to call him over?” He teases, though he’s only somewhat serious about it. His judgement already starting to cloud over from the effects of the alcohol—he wasn’t drunk yet, but he was well on his way there with four glasses of wine downed and another on the way. “I’ll do it and I’ll make a scene too.” He casually threatens with a wave of his hand.

“Anything to make this shindig a bit more lively.” He breathes as he goes for his fifth wine glass.

He took a long sip of the dark liquid as he let himself rake his eyes over the crowd at the dance floor once again. A shifting and changing sea of black and white—it was a rather pretty sight he supposed considering the overall lighting of the ballroom. Nonetheless, he grimaced a little against the rim of the glass. He rolled his eyes and began to wonder why he had decided to attend the valentine masquerade again.

As much as he liked the idea of a night of indulgence with sin and lust, among other things, he wasn’t exactly in the mood for dancing or mingling tonight. Or well, at least in this sort of atmosphere. For one, there were too many lights and for two, the music wasn’t much to his liking.

[ continued from here. ]

@mpdonghae

“Never know what?” Zeus purred, his dark eyes still focused on the boy’s lips. It had been a while since he had last loved a man and the demigod surely ignited the flame of passion inside of his bones. Which honestly wasn’t difficult at this  moment in time considering Zeus found himself to be in a downwards spiral. He didn’t need to know the boy’s name, nor where he came from or where he was going, he only wished to hold him close for tonight.

Yet the demigod was rather reluctant in accepting his advances. It was tiresome in a way, but if he’d later on accept it would have made ‘the challenge’ all the more fun. His eyes lifting themselves up to his, the god allowed him enough time to respond.

“I like to keep my flings on the down low,” he replies with a raised brow, dark brown eyes portraying no amusement. He watches the god for a moment, sees where his eyes focus and smirks. He takes the liberty of sticking his tongue out to drag it over his lips in an effort to wet them, just to tease the man. He figures that if the other really wants him, then he’s got to make him suffer a bit. After all, he wasn’t all that interested in the first place.

He’d only dropped by the bar with the intent of blowing off some steam with a few well deserved drinks and some time on the dance floor. He hadn’t intended on hooking up with anyone for that matter. But so it seemed, he caught the eye of someone without really even trying, a god no less. Said stranger now had him cornered by a wall, in a dimly lit corridor away from the blasting music.

“If it’s more than five hours, I think you’ve gotta reevaluate some things,” he remarks with an obnoxious pop of his gum. He looks over the elder demigod with an unimpressed expression and a raised brow. Jongin looks rather stressed out and even more unkempt from the last time he saw the man. He won’t admit it, but it does worry him that the other looks so unwell. He’s practically staggering from what Milo can tell.

“As much as I’d love to,” he mumbles tiredly, eyes still heavy with fatigue, and mind still reeling from the events of the night prior. “I’ve got a literal business to run in less than three hours.” He explains groaning softly as he sits up in the bed, letting the sheets pool around his hips. He doesn’t bother to stifle the yawn that makes its way out of his throat and rubs both of his eyes with a closed fist in an attempt to wake himself up more.

“Hella fucking happy now that you’ve put out those cancer sticks.” He grumbled glaring slightly at the female in question. “It’s none of my business if you smoke, I honestly don’t give a shit if you’re into that.” He continued on with a wave of his hand. “But I’ve got a strict store policy here.” He gestures over to the sign right by the front entrance.

“Get in line, sweetheart.” He rolls his eyes with a small grimace. “You ain’t the only one with something against me.” He continues. Milo doesn’t bother turning around from the task at hand. He continues on about his business of restocking CD’s shelves without missing a beat.

“I NEVER ASKED YOU TO!” He practically bellows. Eyes glazing over with angry tears, hands clenching into fists at his sides. He towers over the girl—scowling with all that he can—but at the same time he trembles where he stands. Unable to keep his emotions in check, he goes off on a short rant. “Do you know how fuckin’ stupid that was?!” He demands. 

@mpbaekhyun

“Not interested.” He replies to the stranger without even a bat of his eye. “Now scram,” he mutters not too long after, glaring icily at the man—daring him to try something—until he took his leave. And he does. He sneers at Milo and walks off with a huff. Not that the young adult cares or anything—he wasn’t his type after all. With the other gone, the twenty year old took another sip from the drink in his hand and returned his attention back to the swarm of bodies on the dance floor.

He watched as they moved in a desynchronized rhythm. The music not matching up with some of their jerky movements. Arms flailing, feet stomping, sweaty bodies touching—the thought of joining in made him grimace against the rim of his glass. It would have been fine if he were drunk—he cares a lot less about everything when he’s drunk. But he wasn’t drunk, nor intending on getting drunk. But he knew he would have to jump into the fray sometime if he were to get what he’d wanted in the first place.

Though, he wasn’t even sure of what he’d wanted tonight. He hadn’t made any plans with any friends to go out—in fact, he hadn’t even planned on going out. But after a rather long shift and a number of annoying customers, he figured that he’d go off and maybe unwind with a few drinks. And if someone happened to look interesting enough to him before he got tired of the alcohol, music, and people, then maybe he’d indulge in them as well.

So there he stayed, gingerly sipping at his cocktail, eyeing the crowd with dulling interest, until someone caught his eye.

“Hey, handsome!” He called over the roaring of the crowd in an attempt to get the man’s attention. But to his luck, the other demigod hadn’t heard him—others had however and he glared every single one of them down until they backed off.

Naturally, he blamed it on the booming music that sounded through the club. He’d known it was a longshot for the other to hear him with all the noise pollution, but he figured he’d still try. He wasn’t about to shift and shove his way through a crowd of people he didn’t want touching him if he didn’t need to. But that seemed to be his only option at this point.

He rolled his eyes—more at himself than at anything else—and downed the rest of the drink in his hand. Without further ado, he set the empty glass down, hopped off his bar stool and braced himself as he slipped into the crowd, eyes dead set on the man dancing.

It didn’t take him very long to get there, though there were few people here and there that stopped him on the way, he easily brushed them off with a shrug or a shake of his head. Once within reach and the other’s back to him, he’d tapped the demigod’s shoulder to get his attention. He repeated the action a second time when it still hadn’t gotten the other to turn around.

But once the stranger had finally turned, Milo donned on a disarming smile, and ran a hand through his hair. “Hey.” He greeted the man taking a step toward him so he wouldn’t have to raise his voice so much. “I saw you dancing from over there.” He continued on gesturing back towards the bar with a jab of his thumb. “And it got me thinking.” He took another step, just so that they were just short of inches apart.

“First things first, doll.” He pauses with a raised brow. “You just want me to give you the book so you can rip another page out of it.” He adds on still holding the piece of literature over both their heads. “Second things second, yeah, I trust you and all in different aspects.” Another pause.

@mpheeyeon

“HE DID WHAT?!” He exclaimed in outrage and nearly knocking over the bottle of spirits settled on his coffee table as he stood up. Rage written clearly on his face, he paced for a moment around the small living space fuming. Profanities and curses falling from his mouth, it would have been clear to anyone who saw him, that he was upset at the news that he had just received.

Now, it wasn’t often that Milo decided to stay home for the weekend. In fact, on most Friday and Saturday nights, he preferred going out—whether it be on his own or with a friend or two—to grab a few drinks, dance his heart out, or casually hook up with someone. But on the nights he did decide to stay in, it wasn’t so much for himself, but rather for the sake of a friend. In this particular case, it had been for Heeyeon.

Noticing the demigoddess’s change in demeanor when he’d stopped by at Minx for a couple of drinks as well as to see her, he had pestered her about it for a bit—asked her what was wrong—and just as naturally saw through her words when she’d told him she was alright. And with the nagging inkling strong in the back of his head, eating away at his conscience, he refused to let it go. 

He waited until she finished her shift at the bar before grabbing her and more or less dragging her back to his apartment despite her protests. “I don’t give a shit.” He’d said earlier tugging her along behind him. “You’re telling me what’s up whether you like it or not.”

And a while later—after a shot or several on his part—he’d gotten her to talk about the things on her mind. Mainly her ex who he had just found out cheated on her. “You gotta be kiddin’ me.” He said incredulously, smile fading from his face, eyes widening in disbelief. He fell silent soon after. At a loss for words in bewilderment and confusion before those emotions gave way to the fury he was experiencing right now.

He stood in the middle of his living room stock still with his fists clenching at his sides. His frame trembled with barely concealed anger before he wordlessly walked off and disappeared down the hallway to his bedroom. He was gone for no more than five minutes—the sound of things being tossed about coming from the direction he’d left in—before he returned with a heavily decorated steel bat grasped in his left hand and a jacket hanging in his right.

“And I’m an obnoxious pain in the ass.” He grumbles without restraint. The response comes out a lot harsher than intended, but he decides that if it gets his point across, that’s how it has to be. He closes his eyes briefly and exhales a breath, gnaws at his lower lip even before he can respond verbally.

“Look,” he begins thinking his words over carefully. “I appreciate.. you coming here..” he trails off. “And tryna talk to me bout’ my behavior.” He resists the urge to roll his eyes because he’s trying to be honest. And for the most part he is. He appreciates the concern the goddess has for him, though he also thinks it incredibly misplaced.