Park Jimin, a simple University student who has a cheating fiance and a loving boyfriend named Kim Taehyung, is completely unaware of his true identity. His fate to re-unite 5 Greek wolf-gods together.
Only re-unite....... or perhaps more than that...
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The servants retreated after serving each of the five boys equally. It was the rule. The maids first provide a healthy diet. Then the rest can eat whatever they like.
The room was eerily silent, considering the clinking of utensils. Yoongi was busy reading his book. Jin was eating, not bothered by this familiar atmosphere, while the other three quietly minded their own business.
"I'm not going to be home tomorrow," said the youngest, not to anyone specifically. Jin stopped eating to look at him.
"What do you mean? You know what we have tomorrow, right?" He asked with his mouth full. Jungkook didn't say anything, his head just hung low. He knew so he couldn't bare to look at his brother in the eye.
"You're not going anywhere. That's an order." Namjoon spoke out of nowhere.
"I don't take orders from you." Jungkook responded, raising his voice slightly. "Mind your tongue, or it won't be there in your mouth for long," the older hissed.
"Fuck off, Namjoon. Leave me alone for fuck's sake!" Jungkook exclaimed, getting up from his table. Namjoon wasn't the least troubled by him, which made him seriously anxious.
The blue-haired continued eating but looked at Jungkook sternly. "You're not going anywhere tomorrow. You're coming with us to Olympus."
Jungkook flinched as the hoarse voice buzzed across the room. It was deeper and more authoritative. White vapors started surrounding him, and the scent of raspberry became more distinct. His brother's eyes showed a glint of gold.
It was Zeus's voice.
He couldn't ignore Namjoon anymore. He could never ignore Zeus at all.
"Fuck you." Jungkook spat some more curses as he sat back down and continued eating. The rest glanced at each other but didn't argue.
Jungkook's POV
What the fuck? I'm tired of this shit. I've had enough with everyone. They think because they're older than me, they can order me around.
I know tomorrow's event is important. In fact, I should've been arguing with them on why we hadn't started preparations already. Because it's....
Poseidon's Annual Ritual.
It's been 300 years since the world tore apart and we lost our sixth brother. We've been searching for him since. Our purpose hasn't changed for all these years and we've been patiently waiting for that day to come.
Me and my brothers perform this, and many such rituals, to try and find our long lost brother. But so far, we've had no luck.
Until now, we've only known that Poseidon has been cast down as a human. He's died and re-incarnated several times with no memories of who he truly is.
It's been 300 years..... yet everyone's acting natural. Like everything is ok. It isn't. I didn't like it. There's been a void inside me. And I knew it was because Poseidon wasn't here. I feel like.... like I'm missing a part of me.
Yes, I could tell my brothers how I was feeling but they would just laugh at me and call it a 'phase' because I was still young compared to them. They'd say I will get used to it. But I won't. I know it. For as long as I've been alive, I've been feeling this void and it's not something I'll ever get used to.
The fact that it's hard to interact with each other makes it all the more difficult. Each time I try to talk with my brothers, my body rejects my advances, I feel excruciating pain in my heart so I end up saying hurtful things. I get so frustrated that I end up venting my anger on them for no reason.
Do they ever try to talk to me too? Do they feel the same as I do? Do they even try anymore? I have so many questions with no one to answer them. I'm practically alone.
"I'm done." I said as I got up from my seat. The others probably felt my aura change. As Ares, it's hard to control my anger. Even if I'm in my human form, my aura changes according to my emotions. And I bet it was becoming nauseous now.
A maid came and took my plate away. I scoffed but said nothing. We were literally living like kings. The thing was we had no kingdom to rule.
Cleaning myself after dinner, I went to my room. On the way, I saw the portrait hung up on the wall.
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They told me that she is my mother. They also told me her history. I cried so hard back then until my eyes went dry. But no matter how many times they dry, the tears kept coming.
I haven't seen mother Mona once. But I do feel the sense of familiarity when I look at her royal portraits. Maybe it's some magic that she casted. Or maybe it's our bond. I just feel a strong emotion when I see her.
This time was no different. My eyes were watering and my heart was beating faster. I could feel it sharply. My brain was getting clouded and all the other senses were shutting down.
The moment I realized that the others are eyeing me, I stomped across the hallway to my room. Again,I knew it was going to be a long, sleepless night.
