ʏᴇs, ɪ'ᴍ ᴀ ᴘʀᴇᴛᴛʏ ʙᴏʏ.

“You’re an educated one, aren’t you?” It was half a joke, but Baekhyun wasn’t snickering. Instead, he tried to see. Another deity would have recognized him already, but that didn’t necessarily make him mortal? Who was he? “Got an interest in Greek mythology?”

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It was sad to see someone so consumed with himself that he would sob over a small bruise. The sight made Hyelim feel bad for what she had done to him even though he had deserved it but, to watch someone crumble was too much for her. It had always been a weakness she had to help others even if it was their fault in the first place. The girl paced back and forth through the thought of whether or not to help him. He hated her and she couldn’t stand him but if she left him like this, it would make her seem more like a monster. “Damn it.” She grumbled angrily as she dug through her purse for her mini first aid kit. Kneeling down in front of him, she took out some painkillers and an ice pack to bring down the swelling and pain. “I know you hate me and trust me, I still despise you and think you deserved a good hit to the face but it wouldn’t be good of me to leave you like this. Here, it’s just some painkillers for the pain and the ice pack is for the swelling. I have my concealer kit to help cover up the bruising if you want to use that. You can choose to accept my help or I can leave you here and then everyone will see the bruises on your face.” She said, looking up at him in hopes that he can at least let her make it up to him. “You can hate me all you want but it’s not going to help.”

Hyelim was never one to get violent since she liked to maintain her image but this fellow was pushing her buttons to the extreme. A sharp hiss escaped as he gripped her wrist enough to draw blood. She was going to have a hard time explaining this if her fans caught it but at that moment, it only made her blood boil more. It was almost immediate and she might regret it later but it felt good at that moment. Harshly grabbing his shoulder, she used it to support herself while she roughly kneed him in the groin and snatched her free hand to punch him square in the jaw. Boxing really had paid off, she thought as she backed up to watch him. “Are you done talking shit and pick up your fists or is it going to take another punch to your face to knock some sense into that brainless skull of yours?”

Sure there was pain in his groin but the cursed male’s hands flew to his face instead. That was more precious and that caused him more distress than anything. He stumbled to find somewhere to sit as his hands fumbled inside of his pockets for one of the compact mirrors he always kept with him. Flipping it open, he held it with shaky fingers as he held in his breath to look at the damage. Clearly his hair was a mess but the bruising was the worse part. With tears starting to fall from his eyes, the myth shook his head and hiccuped. This was too much; she was a monster. The myth curled into a ball on the chair he had found and continued to sob as he pressed the discoloration on his face lightly with his fingers.

       " NOW NOW, narcisus “ jack spoke in a peaceful manner, hoping that it’d be able to calm down the other for AT LEAST .. a few seconds give or take. he just needed him to CALM DOWN. when narcisus got mad, he GOT MAD. “ i don’t think talking about a LADY like this is will help you in the far life kiddo … ” a small smirk rose to his lips, HALF SERIOUS & HALF TEASING. a simple scold WAS projected in his little piece of advice, knowing that it was NO WAY to treat a lady, yet he KNEW that narcisus didn’t care .. nor would he ever follow anything the frost spirit had to say. “ did you GET A JOB YET? be a model. i know how much you like your face. ” and that was way .. WAY .. WAYY … TOO MUCH.

Blinking, the myth stared at the other. He looked left, right before back at Jack. “The fuck are you my mother?” Narcissus responded though he definitely wasn’t looking for an answer. If the myth hated anything more than well, the stuff he hated the most, it was being told what to do. “A model?!” He repeated, reaching to poke the males forehead. “You’re stupider than I thought. Why would I let others have the gift that is me, huh? What have they done to deserve that?”

“And where is that? Do you even have money for a cab?” he asked with an unimpressed expression, ignoring another insult the man spat out. (In his opinion, he would have made quite a desirable hooker if he had been one.) “For all I know, leaving you alone would only lead you to bouncing back to that bar or asking for trouble somewhere else. I know your kind.” Under enough toxication, I’m one. “You’ll thank me tomorrow morning.”