#mpxjoohyuk

After two days of exploring the city and getting himself a job, Hades is now at a point where he’s actually trying to make sure he knows what he’s doing at his particular job. And so, the Mount Phoenix library is his place to go. In order to read every book in existence on medicine and everything related to it. After all, a man can’t properly run a place if he doesn’t know what goes on inside. He should know, the Underworld would have long fallen apart had he not known how to keep it together. He does quite pride himself in his work, after all.

He pushes open the doors of the library and walks in, asking the first worker there where he can find the books on medicine, and then heads straight over to the section they tell him to be. He’s infinitely grateful that at least books still exist in this era of intelligent phoneys and going surfing on the interwebs, because if that were what he would’ve had to search through for information on anything, he probably would have just opened up a hole back to the Underworld and crawled back in.

Shaking his head a little because of his thoughts, Hades strides into the scientific section, glancing around to check the labels and find the specific part he needs. Books on medicine are plentiful, he has already learned, but he only needs to read the most recent ones, because medicine keeps being further developed day by day so anything older than the newest might already be outdated again. For a small second, as he thinks about it, the interwebs seems like not such a bad idea, considering how fast you’d have to write an entirely new book otherwise. From what he’s learned about it, thing son the interwebs are much less solid and much easier to change.

But then again, that also means any dumbo with an interwebs surfboard can change whatever they want in whatever text, so how exactly is anyone really sure that anything they find there is going to be true? It baffles him, really, this modern generation and everything they’ve come up with so far. He wonders when they are going to invent the things that will make the gods’ jobs entirely useless. He can already imagine a tiny rectangular device greeting dead souls at the entrance to the Underworld. Cerberus would howl until it broke, for sure.

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Entering the gym the girl felt the already present nervous knot inside her stomach tightening up even more. Tonight she’d be having her first self-defense class and as the moment of truth grew nearer Jinah’s flight reflex became more prominent as well. The reasons why she had signed up for this class didn’t seem nor feel so important anymore as she slowly walked to the room she had to be in. She’d rather turn around and walk away again than actually go through with this. But because she had paid for the class already and felt like she couldn’t chicken out at the last moment she bit through the very sour apple. Already wearing her sporty attire which consisted of dark sport shoes, a grey loose jogging which came to her knees and a blue crop T-shirt covering her sport bra, she hoped she had made the right decision with her clothes. She’d also taken a small bag with her in which she had put a bottle of water with her, a towel and her deo. In case she started to sweat too much she didn’t want to go walk back home reeking all like sweat after all.

Joohyuk raised an eyebrow, pushing his glasses up on his nose. The question was so inane that for a moment he considered just blatantly ignoring it. “I also never talk about nuclear fission or the reproduction cycle of hamsters, and yet I don’t see you complaining about either of those,” he retorted, snorting softly. “I hardly even know you, I don’t see why I would bring up the quality of my eyesight to a veritable stranger. You wouldn’t have even known about it if you hadn’t run into me just now, right?”

This girl was very nosy and he did not like her, he decided. “Anyway, I have to get back to my research, so if you don’t mind…” He brushed by her, looking up at the grocery store signs to try to figure out where the tofu would be.

Jinah honestly didn’t know what had happened to her. She’d just been doing her usually grocery shopping while mouthing the lyrics of the song she was listening to. It was an entirely normal thing for her to do whenever she was in a grocery store and she never had experienced any trouble with it before so she didn’t think she was doing something bad. 

But today had proven her differently when she bumped against someone and for some weird but to her unexplainable reason she had stated the next line of lyrics out loud in her surprise. Of course the other, whom she didn’t know at all, was offended by her. He had the right to be given the ‘question’ she had so bluntly asked him at such an inappropriate moment.

Staring at him in both embarrassment and bewilderment Jinah tried to apologize for her behavior. “I… I.. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean.. I was just…” she stammered while pointing at her cellphone in her hand as he brushed by her. Watching his back Jinah really did feel like she had to make this up to him somehow. “I was listening to music and for some weird reason I stated the lyrics out loud when I bumped against you,” she rambled, trying to make things right. But soon a soft laughter of embarrassment escaped her upon realizing she was probably making it worse with this ‘explanation’ of hers. “I’m sorry! Good luck with your research!” she yelled at him, hoping he would not hate her until eternity for this stupid mistake of hers.

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Why was his life this way? Who tried to rob a salon? A relatively upscale salon but still, people were trying to relax here.

Pressing a hand to his forehead at the small headache that was beginning to form, he looked between his client and the group pressed between the ice and the window with a small sigh.

“No, no. I’m fine, really. I’m not sure about everyone else here,” he mumbled, glancing around the salon before running a quick hand through his hair, attempting to not betray exactly how rattled the entire situation made him. What was more surprising than this botched robbery attempt was Joohyuk’s savior act. He supposed he shouldn’t have underestimated him considering Kibum didn’t even attempt to get involved.

"Oh darling, if that's the worst memory you have to look back on, then you should consider yourself blessed."

Joohyuk was an excellent Taekwondo instructor, but he was also a bit of a stick in the mud. Most demigods would be thrilled to work so closely with a goddess, instead he complained when he saw her performing a little blood spell. Bones should only be touched when clean, and bare skin was the best for such things. He acted as if he'd never been privy to these sorts of rituals. Maybe the poor, mortal, thing hadn't.

The demigod jumped in his seat. He had come to The Flower Mill to work on a poem, but this stranger must have read his work over his shoulder. Aryeh had been in a haze lately, spiraling down further the longer he was on this island. It didn’t help that he still hadn’t made many friends here and was constantly left alone with his own mind. Which was an uncharacteristically dark place for someone as meek as Aryeh. He turned his notebook over to hide the depressing (and perhaps slightly gorey) poem, grumbling and then sighing when he saw another on the back of the page, unfinished.