Turtle, Puppy, and a Flower God

Hoseok and I decided to take Jimin out to the park, Jin bringing Jungkook. Namjoon was not invited. As the two hybrids played tag or other childish games with Hoseok, Jin and I spoke to each other.

"So have you gotten any closer to finding a cheaper way to remove the chip?"

"Other than cutting a hole into his arm, no. If I'm correct, then he would've had the chip implanted a long time ago, so the muscle would've grown around it. If we went in to remove it, then we would be causing serious damage to some of Jimin's nerves."

"And what about deactivating it or changing the data?"

"We would have to go to the chip's controller and manufacturer. But since the controller is probably at Expensive Secret, it's going to be hard to get into."

"I know," I sighed, looking over at the three who were seemingly entranced by a butterfly on a flower. Then I frowned. "It's not even spring yet. How are there butterflies?"

"Hoseok?" A deeper voice started. Immediately, the god stood up, eyes wide as he looked behind us. Then his brow tipped down, glaring at the man behind us, his eyes glowing gold. Jimin yelped when the flower wilted.

I stood up to scoop Jimin up and calm him despite the rage seemingly rolling off of the redhead.

"What do you want, Taehyung," he spat, his smiles gone. Instead replaced with cold anger.

"I wanted a walk in the park with my boyfriend," the other said, me finally turning to look at the other god. The blonde was with another boy, butterflies inked onto the unnamed's skin. Taehyung's eyes were slowly bleeding into silver.

"Who is this?" The boy asked.

"No one. Just my ex," Taehyung growled. The distaste and hate made the place very tense and Jimin whimpered, reaching out to hold a part of Hoseok's sleeve. "Oh, so a hybrid and a human now? Are your own kind not good enough for you?"

"I figured I would enjoy my time with them instead of wasting it with gods like you," Hoseok retorted. "I had loved you, and you say that gods aren't good enough for me? What about me?! Was I not good enough for you?!"

"I never said anything like that," the blonde snapped.

The snowdrops and winter flowers began to wilt like the one that spooked Jimin. Jin and Jungkook quietly left the scene a while ago, knowing this wasn't any of their business.

"Then why? Why did you cheat on me when I gave you all the love I had to give?!"

"Because I fell out of love with you! There was no emotion on my side and I only stayed with you because I was scared of hurting one of the people who cared a little bit!"

"You fucking scarred me! I saw you sleeping with a stranger! Shoving your tongue down another's throat! Every time I saw you, you always had another bitch with you!" Hoseok was fuming now, fists clenched. Jimin whimpered again, tugging his sleeve to try and calm him down. His puppy ears pressed against his hair and his tail tucked between his legs.

"H—Hobi," he whispered.

"Well maybe if you had made things a bit more exciting, then I wouldn't have done it!"

"Oh, really now? Well, fuck you!" Hoseok shouted, angry red flowers bursting through the frosty grass. Jimin tugged his sleeve again. "You know what?! Fuck you! Fuck you and your fucking coffee! It always tasted like shit! Just like how you were in bed!"

The blonde growled lowly, his boyfriend trying to pull him away. Honestly, I was impressed that Hoseok could get this angry. Jimin started whining to get him to stop and I saw Hoseok's gold eyes flick from Taehyung to the hybrid and back. His eyes closed and he took a deep breath.

"Great. Now you made me look like a jerk to my lovers," he huffed, running his fingers through his red hair. When he opened his eyes, they were back to brown, but they were more dark chocolate than milk at this point. "I had always hoped you were happy with me. And now we can't even look at each other without ripping the other's head off. I hope you're happy knowing you can't have me back. I hope you're happy with a butterfly god who is probably worse than me. Because I'm fucking happy without you."

He took Jimin's hand and then grabbed mine, walking off.

"Bye, jackass."

I flipped him off over my shoulder as we walked away, gripping onto Hoseok's hard hold. We got into the car and Hoseok let out a huff before scratching Jimin's ears in the backseat.

"You're hot when you're mad," I said from the driver's seat, starting the car.

"I'm not in the mood for jokes, Yoongi," I heard, looking in the review mirror to see Hoseok looking out the window with a glare still on his face, arm around Jimin and stroking the hybrid's ears.

"That's a first. Would you be in the mood for hot chocolate when we get home?"

Jimin perked up at my words, Hoseok's glare softening some. After all, I made some fucking good hot chocolate.

"Yeah," the god whispered after a moment.

I smiled in victory, making my way down the road.

Things gonna get spicy soon