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crabs and the places they like to hide
Namjoon had decided to take a vacation, or rather he had kindly been forced to by his boss. His destination of choice is Jamaica, he had been once before a long time ago but he had forgotten how beautiful it is. He had always been fascinated by sea life, so the first thing he did after landing and dumping his luggage, was explore the beach. He walked barefoot in the soft sand, admiring the clear blue sea, the sky was vast and there was just endless sea. It took his breath away.
He has been banned from work because he had been sleeping in his studio. His boss had finally had enough and sent him into the world to find ‘inspiration’. He had lacked enthusiasm the last few times he put out songs, they were duds, same incessant lyrics, not up to his usual work. He felt drained physically and emotionally.
He felt a lot of pressure to produce not only new music but top tier songs. He shook away those thoughts, he wanted to try his best to clear his mind and really find some type of inspiration. Or at the very least some relaxation.
He walked further along the beach, wetting his feet in the cool water. He reaches some rocky outcroppings, already crouching down to look for crabs. He could never explain why he finds them so fascinating but he loved them with his whole heart.
He sees one crawling along a huge rock a few feet away and in his excitement he trips over a smaller rock. He barely catches himself on another rock, stopping his fall and avoiding smashing his face in. He looks up to see the crab gone and sighs at his own clumsiness. He pushes himself up from the rock and again his hand slips. He lets out a loud curse when his hand hits something hard, and pain shoots up his arm. He sits back on his heels, reaching to grab whatever it is his hand hit, it didn’t feel like a rock.
He pulls up a ball, but not like anything he’s ever seen before. It was a Golden ball, even through all the mud and grime on it, the gold shone through. He quickly wiped on his shirt, excitement running through his veins, it was beautiful. His mind was running through all kinds of scenarios for the ball. Maybe it was part of buried treasure that washed up to shore. Maybe it was part of the lost treasure of Atlantis. He giggled to himself, sometimes he finds his own thoughts ridiculous.
“You’re not far off pretty human.”
Namjoon freezes at the sudden voice, he didn’t realize someone had witnessed his humiliation. Then words penetrate his mind ‘pretty human?’.
His head whips over to see a man so beautiful he steals Namjoon’s breath. He could write a hundred sonnets in honor of this man’s face, another hundred for his eyes alone. Cat eyes, with a color so dark they looked black.
“Pretty Human?” Namjoon asks, with a frog in his throat, but he clears it quickly. “As opposed to what? A cat like you?” Huh. He thought that was pretty clever. He'd never been good at flirting with pretty men.
The man’s cat-like eyes widen, staring stunned at Namjoon. He turns and looks behind himself, comically, expecting to find someone else there.
”You can hear me?” The man’s deep voice rasps, sending little shivers down Namjoon’s skin. The little hairs are rising on his body. Namjoon is staring at him so hard that he realizes that the man’s pretty mouth has not moved from his bored expression.
“Umm... Yeah?” Namjoon responds, feeling stupid. Maybe he did hit his head and just doesn’t remember. They stare at each other another long moment before the man nods to himself.
“I guess it happens. Well that’s not important right now. Hand over that ball and I’ll be on my way.” He states imperiously, but he ruins the effect by making grabby hands at the ball. Namjoon thinks he looks adorable, he’s trying so hard to glare but his mouth pouts. And his eyes narrowing making him look like an angry kitty.
Namjoon thinks he might be, maybe, possibly, a little in love.
the god of death and his golden ball
Min Yoongi is used to dark places, he doesn’t claim to love these places but they are where he’s most comfortable. In his home that resembles something close to a cave, he listens to souls of those that have died. His job as God of Death is to handle all the souls of the dead, it’s a demanding job, thankless really. He listened to the screams and howling of souls that feel they died to young. Or worse the silent weeping of those wronged in life. He listened to the sniveling of the human monsters that bartered for more time to commit their heinous crimes. Those he took pleasure in sending to their eternal damnation.
Yoongi understood from the moment he had chosen this path of death that it would be a solitary one. His family had chosen the glamorous jobs, god of beauty, wine, wars, etc. They saw the better, happier side of humanity. They were celebrated, festivals were held in their honor. While he received the bare minimum, what humans thought he wanted to keep him happy. He went along with it only so they could leave him alone. They only appreciated death when he was right at their doorstep asking to come in. Then they switched to the groveling, begging to live just one more day. As if one day would make any difference. Everyday was the same as the last, it had been like this for millennia.
He’s going through a list of evil arriving later in the day when he felt it. A slight tingling on his skin. He knew that feeling, he hadn’t felt it in hundreds of years. He dematerializes out of his office towards a place he’s never been willingly, a beach.
The feeling led him to a beach on the caribbean, staring at a very pretty human. He saw the human examining the ball that had been stolen from him centuries ago. The one that he had thought lost to his brother and the seas he controlled. He observed as the human marveled at such a simple trinket. He listened as the human created theories in his mind. The human was not only pretty but creative.
“You’re not far off pretty human.” He thinks, then is startled by the human whipping his head around and staring directly at him. Yoongi is stunned. Mostly because that human is so much more attractive than at first glance, his knees weakening when he sees dimples peeking out on one of cheeks.
“You can hear me?” He thinks, before he can stop himself.
When the human responds to him, he’s even more stunned. He was in his incorporeal form, he was only visible to the dead and his family. And this human is very much alive. That left one option, he was family. Some unnamed emotion bubbles up inside, it felt very similar to disappointment. He shook it off, already familiar with the feeling this way.
He speaks aloud for the first time. ‘I guess it happens. Well that’s not important right now. Hand over the ball and I’ll be on my way.’ He says this in a voice that brooks no argument but the human stuns him again when he smiles prettily at him.
‘cute’ he hears the human mumble. Yoongi’s eyes narrow, he is the god of death, the most feared god in existence and this human dares call him ‘cute’. The humans eyes widen, he’s probably glimpsing Yoongi’s eyes that are burning blue fire, it’s his most intimidating face, but it’s not in fear, it’s in fascination. The human clearly has some screws loose. Every being trembles in fear when Yoongi shows them his true face, even his siblings are not immune, and yet this human stares at him entranced.
“So pretty.” The human mouths.