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Yoongi had gotten to a point in his life that he had once thought unfathomable-- a point when his time as a tool of the Yakuza felt like a distant memory. If he tried hard enough, he could pretend that decade of stolen youth was a dream, or that it had never happened at all. Maybe he had been struggling in calculus and crushing on upperclassmen instead of trailing targets and ending lives with one pull of a trigger before he was even legally old enough to drink. Living a life that felt so far removed from all that, he could almost convince himself that it was all a bad dream.

But, every once in a while, something happened that shone a stark light on his past, reminding him that he could never be rid of it, no matter how much he tried to pretend it hadn’t happened. Today, that reminder came in the form of a tattoo artist he never thought he would see again. It took a moment for him to realize why the man approaching him on the sidewalk looked so familiar, but the itch of the long-healed, now faded tattoo on the side of his left hand helped jog his memory.

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Yuyan had been in the library studying when she suddenly felt a little ill. Nothing too serious, but she figured it might be a good idea to get some air-- and since she was on the top floor of the library, it would be faster to go to the roof, rather than waiting for the busy elevator to bring her back to the ground level. So, she had climbed the single flight of stairs to the roof and stepped out into the crisp fresh air, taking a few breaths in the hopes that it would make her feel better. And it did.

Until she spotted someone standing on the edge of the roof.

“I do love this colour” Muzen hums as he continues to rake the small brush through trimmed, pastel pink hair with a coo of enjoyment. It was the young demigod’s hair that first drew him closer. Something about its soft colour pleased the vessel he current inhabits, but it was the curiosity of the bees and the general excitement of everyone either in the ground or in the air around him, that had him stay and enquire closer. Seeing fresh, new plants spring from the ground at his command answered every question! Then created a whole lot more. His insect friends also share his curiosity and interest. 

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the laugh minho lets out after seeing sveinn’s gaze is a light and airy one, punctuated by a small, exaggerated ‘oof’ the moment he feels an arm around his shoulders.

“so, who did they serve first? the rejects?” minho fires back easily as he runs his fingers through his hair to undo whatever minor damage sveinn inflicted, “and anyway, they haven’t served either of us yet. that makes you just as much of an idiot as me.” he raises an eyebrow in fake triumph, stealing a glance at the other; his face has already resumed its statuesque expression, though his eyes still twinkle with amusement.

he follows the other demigod inside, and, the moment they enter, he remembers exactly why he’s typically drawn to this particular cafe: the atmosphere is just downright relaxing. even when there just so happens to be a good many customers chatting away and creating consistent background noise, minho can easily tune it out to a casual static. aside from that, the interior itself is preferable — calming, off-white walls and a soft brown hardwood floor, tables on the smaller side and just far enough apart to be comfortable.

“considering i’m stuck with you, probably something with a lot of caffeine,” the younger teases, lips curling into the slightest hint of a smirk. he elbows sveinn lightly as his eyes scan over the menu hanging on the wall. he knows the general items by heart at this point, but he can’t help admiring the handwritten letters and checking to see if they have any new concoctions — and they do. he squints to read it properly, something about hazelnut mixed with white chocolate that doesn’t overly appeal to him and a cold-brew blueberry coffee that does. “—actually, i changed my mind. you can get some bitter thing that matches your personality; i’ll try something new.”

with that said, the demigod takes a quick step forward to be ahead of sveinn and order his coffee first (a bit disrespectful, maybe, but there’s hardly anything respectful about their friendship in the first place — and that’s okay because minho likes the easygoing nature of that). he goes through the motions of relaying his order to the barista and paying; after, he steps to the side both to allow the older to do the same and to wait for his own to be ready — though he hardly has to, because in the next moment or so he ends up grabbing his cup of iced coffee. perks of the cafe being slow today, he supposes.

Sweat was pouring down her back and her hair was knotted, sticking to the sweat on her forehead. Her chest was heaving with gasping breaths as she sat up in bed next to Sveinn. They’d fallen asleep together as they have done many times in the past after talking for hours about nothing of importance. However, her peaceful slumber next to her friend was interrupted by the same nightmare that has plagued her for many years. Tears welled up in her eyes as she tried to catch her breath, her sobs and shaking eventually rousing Sveinn from his sleep as well. As she began to sob out an apology for waking him she was taken into his arms and pulled into an embrace.

Suddenly she was laying in his arms, embraced and comforted similarly to how she awoke the first time they fell asleep next to one another after drinking. Her arms wound around his abdomen as she buried her face in his chest, sobs wrecking her body as he quietly ran a hand through her hair and rubbed a hand over her back. Soothing her with his familiar embrace and calming voice. Krystal eventually slowed her breathing and her sobs turned to gentle sniffles as she held onto Sveinn tightly, like he was her life raft and she was adrift in her sea of horrible memories.

With his soothing voice in her ear and her comfortably held in his arms she eventually faded back into the void of a dreamless sleep. All the while she couldn’t help but think about how thankful she was that this man came into her life and became the closest to thing to family she had besides her mother.

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Felix woke up with a gasp when he felt hands on his shoulders, gently shaking him awake. He pushed himself back across the couch, away from the hands, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. When he opened them, he did not know what he was expecting to see -what he was afraid to see- but it was not Sveinn. Immediately, his eyes filled with tears and he launched himself back toward the other male, curling up against him for comfort. He was trembling like a leaf, his heart racing in his chest.

And he didn’t even know why, because he couldn’t remember what the nightmare had been about. But whatever it had been, it was scary and upsetting, and he imagined he must have been squirming or whimpering and that was why Sveinn had woken him up.

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Felix had been lucky to run into someone from his pantheon after, once again, forgetting where he lived. He had stopped using his powers on purpose a week or two ago, but his memory was still fragmented at the best of times, and he was truly starting to get scared that he had somehow permanently messed up his brain. But luckily he had somehow vaguely recognized Sveinn, and even more luckily the man had agreed to help him find his way home.

He hadn’t had any intentions of keeping Sveinn beyond that, just glad to have the help getting home, but when they stopped in the hallway in front of his apartment, he suddenly felt like the ground had dropped out from under him, a fright so sudden and sharp punching through him and leaving him breathless. So, when Sveinn looked like he was going to leave, he could not stop the words that flew out of his mouth, sounding small and scared and shaky.

“Please, don’t go.”

He couldn’t explain the sudden terror that gripped him as he was faced with his front door, making him instinctively reach out to grab Sveinn’s wrist to make sure he did not leave. It made no sense, that his stomach was all twisted up and his heart was in his throat. This was his home. Wasn’t this where he felt the safest? It was not like anything bad had happened there. Not that he could remember, anyway.

And yet, he just had the worst feeling of fear coursing through him. It was like a big neon sign reading Danger! Danger! was blinking in his head. He had always been fairly anxious, so maybe it was just a bit of a panic attack or something. Maybe it wasn’t related to his apartment at all, even though it felt like it was.

He breathed a sigh of relief when Sveinn agreed to stay, and the other man’s larger hand holding his made him feel a little bit safer. It also helped that Sveinn entered the apartment first, because he was fairly certain that if there was something scary in there for some reason, his big intimidating-looking friend would be able to scare it off.

"Aren't we all monsters in one way or another?" Tao sneers as reply at Sveinn's statement. It happens more often that they spend their lunch break together, especially since Tao started to smoke again. His father doesn't know yet, but he can already hear his scolding, when he finds out. Though after finding out that a damn ghost or spirit or whatever is haunting him had caused him to have a streak of bad luck, he had changed his mind about a lot of things and most of the time he tends to be sarcastic. His black eye is still somehow visible, though he tries to cover it with make-up as well as possible. After taking a last pull on his cigarette, he grinds the butt under his heel before he looks at the other again. "Who said you were a monster?"