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           “Aish, you’re really persistent aren’t you?” he groaned in annoyance, eyes darting towards the goddess who was supposed to be his mother. A scoff past his lips that’s turning into a smile, kicking away the rock out of his way as he finally faced her. He puts his hands up, taking a few steps backward while still having his front facing her. “Guess it’s true when people say that gods do whatever they want huh?” he laughs dryly, leaning his head against the wall.

           “Actions speak louder than words they say, guess running and deceiving you isn’t convincing enough that I don’t want to do anything with you.” Minsung glanced up, dark brown hues fixed on the other’s eyes. Aphrodite, the goddess of love, is his mother yet there’s an irony in there that he couldn’t help but laugh once more. Truly, his life has been comical up to this point. “Since you have me cornered on a wall this time, I’ll pretend to be the good boy like you want me to and listen, that’s what you want right?”

           “You’re too close,” he grumbled, shoving the female away from him. “Stay there,” he commanded, pointing at the distance between them before turning back to play with his phone once more. He has begrudgingly agreed to let her in his place, it’s not like Minsung has anything to hide, Giselle has seen more of him than anyone else--and that wasn’t even intentional. The girl’s ability is fickle and annoying at best, he initially didn’t believe her the slightest when she said she couldn’t control them. 

            It doesn’t seem like threatening to shut up would work. After all, what he had done before coming here is rather unforgivable. What he cares about is that he had fun and somehow, he longed to go back to those days again. Since the days here are seemingly boring and annoying, like the girl who can’t stay away from him for far too long. 

            “If you’re done, just go and don’t disturb me.”

           Minsung raised an eyebrow at the other, taking another gulp of the beer on his hand while his eyes trained on the female before him. Ruyi has always been an oddball, though she’s pretty tolerable compared to other people. At least the girl isn’t boring, they seemed to share one wavelength despite how sometimes he wanted to punch her in the face. “You’re happy, that’s not a good look,” he grimaced, finishing the bottle of beer before throwing it to the trash can. 

           Popping a second bottle of beer, he chugged it down before leaning over the couch. Raising his legs up on the coffee table as he lounged as if the place was his own. It’s a relaxing day for him as a bouncer today thus the reason he’s feeling giddy and happy. He wanted to cause mayhem, feeling quite bored by the monotonous days ever since he arrived here. 

           “What kind of trouble have you caused today? And not inviting me, on top of it all, I’m offended.”

          “Are you done?” he inquired, for probably the fifth time since he laid on the emergency room’s hospital bed. For someone who has a knife embedded in his stomach, Minsung was oddly calm and collected. His eyes trained on the surgeon that’s slowly patching him, emphasis on the slow. This kind of situation is why he tries to avoid the hospital as much as possible, if it weren’t for that passerby who called the ambulance he wouldn’t be here laying down and bored out of his mind. 

           “You’re taking too long, now I’m starting to doubt your competency,” He hummed, closing his eyes. Minsung doesn’t know if he ended up drifting off or did the surgeon manage to finish it right after. A sigh of relief past his lips once he’s done patching him, fucking finally!            “Thank you for your hard work, I’ll be leaving now.” 

just a scratch

Angela watched Siwoo affectionately run the male. She hides the laugh that was to leave her lips. The sight of Siwoo clinging to his leg as he walked seemed so humorous to her, but as he arrived in front of her, she immediately reached down to pry the small child off of his legs to go onto her hip, even despite the whines that came from the small boy. Siwoo had been so worried about Minsung, wanting to make sure himself that his friend was okay. 

Taking her free hand, she reaches up to fix Minsung’s hair, affectionately as would a mother. “It was a big deal. You were hurt, and you needed to get checked out.” She scolds him gently. “Unless fixed broken bones is you power specialty, you need to see a doctor. I am sure Yuqi would agree.”

She takes his hand into her, tugging on him to follow her. “Let’s go get you some fried chicken. Would that make you feel better?”

          Minsung exchanged a pout with Siwoo when Angela pulled him away from his leg. While his attention initially on the boy, he glanced up at her when there’s a hand on his hair. It was rather an odd feeling, he never felt like this before. The sudden affection coming from her makes him flustered, averting his gaze away. He hates it when the other is right, or at least, making sense.

            Perhaps having super healing powers will be convenient for him, or maybe some super strength. But alas, it’s not the case for him. Being the son of Aphrodite gives him the power to make anyone listen to him. Though it’s odd, it never seemed like it worked whenever he tried it with Yuqi, maybe that ability stuff is fake or a lie. 

The Next Step;

@minsungmp

Yuqi had excused herself to go to the bathroom, and on the way back, she found herself immediately lost in the maze of people. It was nothing new. It had almost reached a full year of her time at the island, and she still constantly got lost as she traveled the many streets. She was nearly about to text Minsung when she was approached by a random male on the the floor. 

He was rather similar, more than likely a patron at the library. So, out of respect, she engages them in soft chatter, maintaining distance that they keep trying to close. It is with a jump that she finds a hand touch her hip, turning her head to see Minsung. A smile immediately blooms on her lips, curling closer to him by instinct. He always seemed to come at the right moment, and she immediately felt relieved to see him. 

“Minsung! There you are!”

          It’s very obvious that Minsung wouldn’t be at the Gala if it weren’t for someone dragging him out. He vaguely remembered that it was Aphrodite last year and this year, it was Yuqi. He begrudgingly came, at least by convincing himself that he can just eat as much as he wants and also hanging out with Yuqi some more. 

          Though when she didn’t come back after her bathroom break, he started to get a little bit worried. He remembers the way that she walked to, assuming that it’s where the bathroom is. Thankfully there’s some signs where the bathroom was or else he’ll be lost. Minsung doesn’t really know what he had expected really, going into the women’s bathroom surely will get him smacked by his mother. Spending time with her too much makes him notice the little body language she has, the man talking in front of her seemed like an asshole. And for some reason, there’s a little bit of anger flaring inside him. 

          Minsung furrowed his eyebrows, trying to remember if he had seen this person or not. But he came with none--probably because mostly he doesn’t want to think too much. He supposes that if the other knows Yuqi, then he doesn’t mean any trouble. Minsung had lost Yuqi somewhere within the crowd, though he did tell her that if she needs something, he’ll be at the buffet table. “Oh, really? I’m glad,” he grinned at the stranger, “it’s Minsung and are you drunk? I feel like you are.”

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          Really, he thinks that Angela is exaggerating right now. He knows how it felt to dislocate a bone and knows how to put it back to its place. Minsung doesn’t really need to go to the hospital, but then the others seemed to insist and Siwoo was close to crying too so he didn't do anything but obliged them. He expected them to have left already when he entered the doctor office, the doctor examined his leg closely before fixing it right in place. Thankfully, Minsung managed to hold his yell and fist at that moment. 

          Once he felt like his leg was finally working well, he thanked the doctor and decided what to do for the rest of the day. He blinked at the familiar pair that stood up as he walked back to the lobby, quite taken aback that Angela would’ve waited for him. Siwoo seemed to be happy seeing Minsung and ran to him, wrapping his tiny arms around his legs. 

          “It wasn’t a big deal,” he whined, trying to walk closer to the woman with a kid sticking to one of his legs. “You’re exaggerating, I could've fixed it on my own without having to pay for the unnecessary medical bills.”

fried chicken

He was already tuning the kid out. After more than a few encounters with the kid, Ares had finally gotten the hang in interpreting through his blather and focus on the message. It was a pain in the ass to do, but it beats having to fish the kid out dumpster hunting.

“Don’t go fucking telling everybody I cook you shit.” He growled, wincing as the demigod tried to bite down on the freshly cooked meat. “Jeez, be careful. What are you, five?” He shoved a can of soda, fresh from the fridge.

“Help with the chickens..like what? Slaughter them?” He snorted in disbelief before fishing a piece for himself. He wasn’t that good enough to cook without taking some for himself. He wasn’t bloody Hestia.

          “Why not?” he asked, looking up at the god with his mouth filled with chicken. “But alright, I’ll keep it a secret, since I don’t want anybody else be eating my chicken, only I can eat your chicken!” he decided, huffing his chest triumphantly as he opened the can of soda. As if Minsung’s smile couldn’t get anymore wider, cold soda is always a great companion to fried chicken. 

          Minsung hummed in response, nodding as he picked another piece of chicken. This time, he waited for him to finish chewing before responding. “Don’t worry, I have experience in the slaughtering part! Though I don’t know how to separate the feathers,” his lips pursed, “maybe there’s a tutorial on Youtube to help it through, the internet is always really, really helpful.” 

            A slip of a tongue, he remembers Aphrodite’s face as he said so before looking up to the other again. “By the way, don’t tell my mom about that or she’ll get really mad and disappointed at me.”

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           “I’m not food! I don’t think I’ll taste delicious too so don’t even try,” he threatened--then again, there’s no way his threats will get through with the other god. Minsung’s attention is completely taken away by the sizzling hot fried chicken on the table. He squealed in pure happiness, smile getting wider as he took one of the chickens and immediately dropped it back on the basket as it was too hot. “Ow, hot!” 

Minnie in the Mirror 🌊 ft. Minsung

{{ I am so sorry I took forever but I actually really love Minsung in threads and wanted to answer this one for a while now. Thank goodness for days off!}}

Continued from here, for @minsungmp

🌊

   The way Heather gives him the flatest of looks at the reply could break world records for how over it he was. That look soon fades off into an amused one as he listens to the other who continues talking about the various things he had heard about mirrors from pop culture and archaic fairy tales.      “Portals…bro..wha–” he thinks on his brief encounters with some deities here and how he had seen Hekate slide from their world and right into a hand mirror. Okay, okay fair- man has a point on that one. Still Heather’s amusement only seems to grow as he keeps listening to the things Minsung rambles about. Ah, he knows that particular fairy tale well. “You mean Snow Whit–”      His answer is cut off at first with Minsung’s further example being Samara from The Ring and then by his own laughter. Oh my god! The laughter that burbles up from him is almost musical, that siren song soft in it’s undertones as he tries to calm himself. Minsung is someone who was unintentionally funny to Heather and it’s why he enjoyed whenever he encountered him- even if now and again he made him slightly exasperated with his literal answers. “Wait, wait!”      Heather takes a few more seconds to simmer down his laughing about the situation before he replies, “Good old Samara who fell down the well. It was mostly rhetorical, trust me. I more meant, if they have nothing going on, do you suppose the parallel worlds that maybe those portals lead to leak out? Or maybe people get deja vu because alternate selves are walking around splitting the fabric of our memories?”     There’s a pause and then Heather is again burbling with laughter. He’s not entirely serious but the questions he just posed will come back to make him think later tonight- so for now he just laughs. “I’m kidding.”  Then he adds, “Unless you got an answer.”

           Minsung’s brows furrowed in confusion, trying to make out why the other laughed so hard. “Hey are you alright? You look like you’re about to die,” his voice came out a little bit nonchalant, while his elbow nudged Heather’s lightly. Then he chose to ignore his laughter as clearly, Minsung has other important things he has to think about. It’s starting to piss him off how he couldn’t remember the original name for Sandals--yeah, that’s what he decided to dub her for the moment until he remembers her name. 

            He’s not sure if there’s something wrong with his ears too. Heather’s laughter sounded like a dolphin getting stuck in between two revolving doors but of course, he decided to keep shut until the male stopped laughing. Sighing in relief as the other stopped laughing and didn’t end up dying on top of that. 

           “Samara?” he said in disbelief, though his thoughts are completely blank right now. Heather might be right, he never really watched the horror movie he thought about anyway so he wouldn’t know. “Samara? Really? Why does her name sound so nice and friendly, I thought she would kill people or something,” he hummed as a response, pursing his lips as part of him remembered that looks are sometimes fake. 

           At this point of the conversation, Minsung totally lost on what Heather is trying to say. So when the man started to talk about parallel worlds and such, Minsung stopped trying to understand. Which is clearly written on his face as Minsung was never the one who’s able to fake his facial expression anyway. 

Soft Chaos

Yuqi had been nervous that he would not get her attempt and leave her on her own. However, while she still didn’t believe that he understood the boyfriend/girlfriend part, he did seem to puff his chest out and become so protective within a look of her discomfort. She was charmed, and her arms tightened around his waist tighter. Something about Minsung looking this way, so strong and dangerous made her heart swell and butterflies soar. 

She nods her head, following him as he drags her away from the scene. Once the male was out of the picture and safely away, Yuqi finally speaks up. “Thank you, Minsung.” She speaks as she stops. Yuqi let go of his waist, moving so that she could look at him. “They were creeping me out. I don’t know what I would have done without you!” Praise immediately falls from her rosy lips. She was happy to see that he had made it out of the bed. Had she known that he actually would have gone out, she would have just waited for him. “Did you miss me?” She teased out softly. “If you wanted to hang out, you just had to say so!”

          He intentionally went around the place, keeping his arm over her shoulders so that he wouldn’t lose her in the crowd. While he’s certain that the man wouldn’t follow him, he still wants to make sure that they wouldn’t meet up with the man for Yuqi’s sake. Minsung stopped as she did, pulling his arm away from her. “Well, you could’ve either one, punch them or two, kicked them and maybe three, all of the above repeatedly,” though he preferably like it best if the man will never be able to move again but he doubts Yuqi is capable of such violence. 

Soft Chaos

@minsungmp

Yuqi hadn’t even tried to wake Minsung in the morning. She doubted he wanted to go out to the festival with her. It was too hot, and as always, he generally was far too lazy to do anything that required this much energy. It saddened her, but it was not enough to stop her from dressing up and going to the festival alone. As the morning progressed, she found herself trapped in conversation with some man who could not take the hint of her disinterest. 

Though they had reached to take her hand, they suddenly took a step back. Yuqi could sense someone behind her, and turning her head, she was surprised that it was Minsung. Relief immediately flooded her system, and quickly, she latched onto his side. “Honey, where have you been?” She coos out as she looks up at him with large eyes. “Meet my new…… friend….” She talks awkwardly. “We should be going huh?”

           Minsung woke up much later feeling rather famished. He stares at the ceiling of the room, wondering why it is so quiet. He soon remembers that Yuqi has told him about the summer festival that she wanted to go to.  There’s probably too many people packed into one place plus how hot the weather has been these past few days, enough to demotivate Minsung from going at all. Still he needed food, and yesterday’s conversation with Yuqi about the assortment of food and beverages sold there managed to pique his interest. In the end, Minsung decided to go, only for the food and he probably left before it got too crowded. 

The Bribe | Rowoon & Minsung

As he’s spoken to, Rowoon’s gaze once more returns to the young man he had been tasked to deliver the message to. Only, he wasn’t aware of what was contained within the letter. So upon Minsung’s questions, he’s quite confused! Rowoon had taken to walking in his evenings. It was the best way to see the island and meant it occupied hours of his long, boring evenings. He had never been without work, so even on this island where he could want for nothing, what he wanted the most was something to do! 

“I beg your pardon?” He asks, quite confused as to why this young man was now asking him if he wanted a drink, as if leading on from a conversation he had not yet had. It is then that his eyes lower to the letter. With it’s beautifully calligraphy and his eyebrow slowly arches. Perhaps his boredom had been noticed after all. “The letter… it asks you to spend time with me?” He asks with a sigh… how embarrassing. “I was not aware” he groans softly, lifting a hand to rub at his brow. People thought he was direct, nothing quite beat a god, ancient and seemingly with a very literal way of acting! 

Embarrassing… but what were his options? He was quite bored of walking by now. “A drink.. would be nice” he sighs before nodding.Might as well go with it.

          Minsung’s brows furrowed in confusion, mirroring the other’s. Beg his pardon? What did that even mean in the first place? His gaze followed the latter, which fell on the letter that Phobetor had given to him. He handed him the letter, so that the other could easily read it since he knows that cursive and sophisticated writing from a god can be quite confusing and unreadable. He nodded at the question, “wait, you didn’t know?” 

          Which is weird, because he thought that Phobetor was quite direct with his words. “Well, I guess we can have some respectable fun like he said, though I don’t know what respectable fun means.” He nibbled on his thumb nail, trying to think of ‘respectable fun’. Drinking seemed respectable, everyone needs to drink to survive. 

practice makes perfect

Amaterasu’s smile was patient as she handed Minsung the toy. It really did look simple at first glance but that was what made it so fun. It took quite a bit to get used to, and the dexterity one must have…

“Here, dear.” She gently reached out and positioned his fingers so that they were holding the handle in a better position for beginners. “You do not need to spike the ball right away, perhaps try to hit the sides first?” She suggested. 

The kendama, aside from being an entertaining toy, also was designed to improve concentration. She demonstrated once more before handing it back to the demigod. In her other hand, she also held a kendama, the ball a bright red.

“Here, let’s try something simple first, do you know how to spin a yo-yo?” Amaterasu asked. With an easy flick of her wrist, she bounced the ball on the flat end once before letting it fall with its string.

          Minsung bit down his lower lip, watching Amaterasu patiently as he handed her the kendama back. “It’s easier said than done,” he whined, even if the sides looked easier than getting the spike, he doubted he could get it in the first try. “Ooh,” he gasped in awe as she demonstrated again once more, it’s much more entertaining watching a pro doing it. 

          “Yoyo?” his brows furrowed in confusion, head tilting over as he held the ball of the kendama. “What’s that, is it another difficult toy like this?” he asked, though there’s some kind of interest evident in his words. He never had any toys to play with before, thus something so simple like the kendama managed to catch his interest easily.