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During the rare times Minho would be retrospective, he never thought of himself as a reprobate. Flirty as hell and probably could stand to be a little serious, but he wouldn’t be Minho if he wasn’t. 

And sticking him in a city with all sorts of attractive people? Well, it wasn’t going to take much for Minho to appreciate the beauty. He had been in the gala for a good hour already, making friends with anybody who so as much smiled at him. He was just getting a refill for a girl who mentioned she’d be interested to show him what godly blood she possessed when something--or someone caught his attention by the open bar.

A slow, but certainly friendly smile was already in place as he approached the quite young man, sipping his drink seriously. A drink, as far as Minho could tell, was not alcoholic in the extreme.

“Are you a designated driver or something?” He asked as he leaned against the counter waiting for his refill. The girl could wait, she wasn’t as interesting as the cute guy broodily sipping his drink. “Because there’s no way a cute guy like you came to this thing alone and without a drink...”

After meeting with his brother Zeus, Hades had spent some more time just walking around the streets of Mount Phoenix. He’d come to understand that he should probably find himself a job somewhere to keep himself busy with. And of course, after having heard of a place where people could go to get cured of their illness and injuries, he had found said ‘hospital’ the place to be.

Claiming the position of the new Hospital director was easy, and he wished the humans of old could have seen it now. Oh the glorious irony. The fear it would have invoked in their followers once upon a time. Trying to get better? Visit the place where Hades works. - Isn’t he the god of the Underworld? - Oh yes, but no sweat. You’ll make it through.

Snorting at the though, Hades chuckled a bit to himself before focusing his attention outward again. Too much time spent in the crevices of the Underworld had made him a little too used to talking to himself and making up conversations other people would have in his head. Definitely not something you told other people you had done to make time go by, that’s for sure. Looking around at the people going about their daily business, he wondered which things he was going to find in this new world that he might be able to bring down to the Underworld with him when he went back to entertain himself better.

It was during a musing of this kind, when he suddenly spotted a young man walking around with his attention entirely focused on something in his hands. It was the umpteenth of his kind that Hades had seen pass by that day, but of course he had not asked Zeus about these things, because he was hardly going to admit out loud to his brother that he had no idea of the modern day technology.

And so, Hades set on his way to follow the young man. Stealthily as ever - which meant he was just walking after him without trying to hide it - he followed the male on his walk to wherever he needed to get. His eyes were focused entirely on the device as well and whatever the young male was doing with it, but he couldn’t seem to figure out what the use of this thing was. He only got very short glimpses of the top of the device and every time he looked, he saw something different. Frankly, it baffled him.

So, eventually, Hades was forced to do the only thing he still could do in a situation like this. He widened his step and caught up to the young man he’d been following. “Tell me, son,” were the first words out of his mouth, as he positioned himself in between the young male and the direction he’d been going in. “What is this small, rectangular thing you hold in your hands and why do you continue to tickle it with your fingers? Is this a strange, new kind of discus and are you tickling it for good luck?” That seemed a rather odd thing to do, but hey, he wasn’t one to judge. If that’s what people were into these days...

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Seokjin’s fingers tap incessantly against his bag, and he receives such an irritated glare that he thinks that the taxi driver’s going to throw him out of the vehicle, paid trip or not. “Sorry,” Seokjin grimaces, sitting on the offending fingers. I’m just nervous. 

When the car pulls up to the Huay Chivo apartments, Seokjin presses the wad of singles into the money cup, takes a deep breath, and steps out of the car. 

The whole way to his destination, he can’t help but remember the last time he was there, a good few months earlier. It brings a weird meshed up grin and frown to his lips, as well as a good thudding in his heart.

He kind of left without any explanation, save his brother notifying the school once he was on the plane, but that's understandable… right?

His father was in the hospital for Christ’s sake. 

Seokjin thumbs the plastic bag nervously. In it are citrus scented salts, various items of IU merchandise - an idol famous among mortals for her beauty and talent, and even more so among those who aren’t quite so mortal for her resemblance to the Greek moon goddess, Artemis - an iron man figurine, a pair iron man pajama pants, and a watch (because every manchild needs a watch sooner or later).

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     He felt somewhat guilty -- popular feeling as of recent -- for not checking up on Jungkook as he had originally planned, then lone weeks slipped through fingers and falling ill provided a convenient excuse not to even try contact people beside the handful of texts sent to inform that he was fine, providing the demigod with a temporary bubble of safety to deal with his problems in veiled silence. Which weren’t really dealt with as much as replayed over and over again and pushed to the side in the end as the male had taken to doing over the years, but no prying eyes or worried inquiries were present so he counted that as a win in itself.

     Stepping inside The Flower Mill now brought on an odd wave of nostalgia, nothing concrete but a recollection of emotions felt of times when he’d visited before and the drinks ordered, exchanges of small-talk, a windy day in September, too sweet strawberry pie, a Sunday noon spent chatting with cups of tea. The familiar sight of blond hair, his dongsaeng’s smile. Small things.

     He spotted Jungkook immediately behind the counter, focused on serving a customer and looking as healthy as ever. Happy even. Or maybe just calm content. That was good. He slowly walked over to stand behind the person getting their ordered beverage, unwrapping scarf from covering half his face and carefully running a hand through newly dyed hair which had been ruffled by wind. The colour hadn’t faded too much over the past few weeks but enough so it bothered Jimin, and had brought on the realization not everyone had seen it either. Of which some reactions he’s acquired already were.. fun.

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Yoongi was not a social creature, and that fact was common knowledge. More often than not he was grumpy or depressed or otherwise preoccupied and antisocial-- whereas some of the more social citizens knew almost everyone in the city, he had been there over a year and a half and his pool of acquaintances was a small one.

However, lately, there had been a shift. Yoongi was still, for the most part, grumpy and sardonic and overall not the most pleasant person to be around, but dating a social butterfly like Taemin was, ever so slowly, breaking him out of his shell just a little tiny bit. At the very least, his boyfriend was making him realize that he could have people close to him that he cared about and the world would not end, they would not immediately fall to pieces in his hands or disappear into the ether.

So, one day while sitting at home, he picked up his phone and did something very uncharacteristic. He had not seen Jungkook in quite a while, and he thought that maybe he should reach out to the younger male. Jungkook was probably too intimidated to text him first-- rightfully so, Yoongi had never really showed that he did not dislike him.

Mingyu had already known who Jungkook was talking about, or rather, had a pretty accurate guess. “That sucks, man.” He nodded and sighed. He didn’t really know the feeling of having a love rival, mostly because the girls in Anyang chose him over their own boyfriends, and he’d had more under-the-table relationships more than he did real ones, though he wasn’t really proud with it. “If you wanna eat the anger away, then you could call me any time. Food is a good way to relieve stress.” He said, trying his best to sympathize with the love struck boy. “I could make food you some food if you’re ever feeling like not spending anything.”