⇉ You were the goddess of vegetation or harvest what ever you prefer. You hated your mother more than anything, she always left a bad taste in your mouth Evil was an understatement when it came to her. Possessive over protective narcissist.
⇉You wanted to rebel against your mother. Just one thing to make her let you go once an for all. What ever that may be you were gonna do it even if it changed your perception of the little world you loved and lived in your whole life.
↦fic type: social media au
⇉main parings: hades jimin x persephone reader
↦side parings: sope, v-lo (OC)
↦genre: greek mythology, romance, drama
⇥warnings: manipulation, potty mouths,mature themes, most likely will take me a billion years to post, cheating, minor violence
a/n: i am extremely sorry for the wait school keeps me very busy and writing takes me a while but that is no excuse i hope everyone is safe and healthy ❤️
@generousrunawaylove @black-rose-29
“You look so good Y/n.” You twirled in a circle for Hoseok, he looked up and down at you all while catcalling you, you scrunched up your nose at him for doing so he smirked back. If it wasn't for Jimin maybe you would have been with Hoseok in another life. The white Cabo dress that Jimin had bought for you hugged your curves in all the right areas. He had noted that he would have chosen black if it wasn't for your innocent appearance, that alone made you blush let alone how he knew how perfect this dress was going to make you look. “What is my mom going to say?” You asked still looking at yourself
He tilted his head to the side and his lips pursed forward. “Who cares what your mom is going to say, you should care what Jimin is going to say. I care what he is going to say, cause if he doesn't think you look drop-dead gorgeous, maybe Yoongi and I will snatch you up for ourselves.” Your mouth opened in an O shape and you hit his chest. He laughed at your reaction. You smoothed out the creases in the dress and took one last look at yourself in the mirror and turned back to Hoseok. “I think I’m ready to go.” Hoseok smiled and grabbed your hand to twirl you around in a circle, your pre-existing smile widened even more.
He let go of you and walked behind you to grab the soft fur coat that Hoseok had conveniently owned and opened the door for you. You carefully walked down the stairs trying not to slip with your new Chimmy Choo heels, another little expensive-ass gift. The light in Hoseok's palace of a home made your dolled-up self shimmer. Your confidence was definitely through the roof and it felt amazing.
Hoseok opened the car door for you and you bowed your head to get into his tiny and tinted sports car.
“Do you ever race?”You asked. Hoseok closed his car door and stared at you. “Maybe.” Your eyes widened. “It's not because I need to do it for money.” He said, referring to his house. “I do it because it's really fun, a hobby really.” You smirked and nodded at him.
You had never really had a hobby. It used to be gardening then after some time you got so sick of it. The smell of roses and the assortments of flowers by your bedside used to be so pleasing, now the smell makes you wretch. Your mother was the person who wanted you to like all those things. Sit up straight, don't grab but, delicately pick at, sit still and look pretty. Thinking back on it now it was so tedious. “Listen when we see your mother don't freak out, you're a grown woman and it's Jimin's party. He's invited you to his house, not the other way around.” He spoke in urgency, you knew yourself the most that you knew that you could be very nervous so nervous you tend to lose opportunities. “I know I know, this is my day.” He puts his hand on your thigh reassuringly and starts the car.
The little sports car pulled into a rather large parking lot like the size of a mall parking lot. Very close to it was Jimin's mansion. You had never seen anything like it. Hoseok came around to the side of the car to open the door for you. You once again leaned your head to the side to get out of the car getting a closer look at the castle in front of you. Your heels clacked as you brought yourself closer and closer to the party, every so often you would take a look around specifically watching out for your mom.
“You alright?” Hobi asked. You nodded half truthfully, you weren't crazy nervous or anything but you still felt anxious, any confidence you did have was gone. Even while still looking around anxiously your eyes landed on a pair of dark brown ones who were already looking at you. He looked up and down at you, his jaw slowly falling open but tightening ever so slightly. He quickly realized that you took notice of how stunned and slightly jealous he was and closed his mouth and turned his vision to anything else. You turned your head the other way as well but you felt just as bashful. The party was packed with many gods and goddesses, you continued to look for your mother but she was nowhere to be found. You looked for Hoseok now since he wasn't by your side but he seemed to have found his way into the crowd. You saw Yoongi from across the lobby so you made your way to him. You lift your hand and wave to Yoongi to get his attention. He looks up from his phone and beckons you to him. You walk over to him trying to push yourself through the crowd of people. He makes it easier for you by reaching out his hand and when you reach out another hand clasps it.
Spinning you in a circle, Jimin takes a long look at your figure. “Ya know I wasn't lying when I said I would have my mouth all over your body, now more than ever.” You bowed your head to look at the floor. His free hand cups your chin to look up at him. “You weren't so shy over text.” You smiled.
“Have you seen my mother since the party started?” He grimaced. “I don't want to talk about your mother.” You understood and nodded, still you wondered where your mother was or if she was even here. He danced with you through the crowd. He looked so handsome in his getup. The song soon ended and Jimin led you through his palace. “Hey, I was wondering, since you are a king do you have a throne room?” Jimin laughed and nodded at you.
He took you around his home and you did end up in his throne room. Blue and gold decorated the walls. The room was large and was covered in lavishness. His throne looked worn out. It had tares and it peeled in some places. “Do you ever?”
“Sit in it?” He asked and you nodded. He shrugged, his stance seemed uncomfortable. “You don't have to tell me I was just curious.” He shook his hands and muttered no’s.” It's not that, I just don't use the chair for anything important, it's just a decorative piece.” You looked at him confused. He sighs. “I use it for sexual purposes.” He said bluntly. Your eyes wavered from him and the chair you stuck your tongue out in disgust and walked away from the chair but you smirked at his cheekiness. You felt very out of place in his home. “Why did you invite me?” Jimins eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “I like you.”
Your eyes bulged out of your head at his words. “What do you mean you like me?” He scoffed and walked closer to you. “I mean I like spending my time with you, you seem like a pleasant person.” You smiled at his words. Sometimes you wished you weren't so pleasant, sometimes you wished you could wreak as much havoc as you could. “It gets annoying, being so nice all the time” He sighed. “I bet.” He caressed your cheek and jaw. You turned your head. “I'm sorry, am I making you uncomfortable?” He pulled his hand away and you brought it back.
“It's not that I'm just not used to it, that's all.” He clicked his teeth. “I'm serious, my mother doesn't let me have partners.” He pulled his hand away once more and led you out of his throne room to take a walk down the hall. “Thank you really for inviting me here.” He shook his head. “You've made my night ten times better.” Your eyes wandered down his suit and back up to his face, such a handsome face and you couldn't help yourself to admire it even if there was a searing pain in your feet. “You hungry?” You nodded and he held your hand back to the main hall. He stopped abruptly. His face was conflicted. “What's wrong?” He shook his head and smiled. “I'll be right back there's someone I have to talk to just, wait here.” He let go of your hand and walked away fast from you in the direction of someone else. You sigh and rub your arms. It was rude of him to just walk away. Not paying attention to your surroundings, a firm hand placed itself on your shoulder.
“Are you having fun?” Taehyung asked. His hand squeezed your shoulder and he let go after to fold his arms, he took a glance at you. “My brother seems to really like you.” His scent was strong, like alcohol and cigars. “I don't think I have ever seen him look at someone the way he looks at you.” He scoffed. “Ya know your mothers here.” Your eyes wandered around the room. “Is she looking for me?” He shook his head. “You're not supposed to be here Y/n, why would she be?” He said with an attitude.
You rolled your eyes and began to walk away. He grabbed your forearm roughly and pulled you close to his face. “You're not special so don't go thinking you are.” Hoseok came in clutch when he pushed Taehyung off of you. Hoseok silently apologized to you. “I think we're done here.” Hoseok gently put his hand on your back and guided you to the exit. “We have to leave, me and yoongs had a fight and he broke up with me and I ran into your mother.” You were hit with so many things at once. Only then did you notice the dried tear marks on his face. Your body moved faster than your legs which caused you to stumble. “Y/n!” You heard your mother's voice come from behind you and you sighed in exhaustion. You turned around to be greeted with a smiling face.
“What a pleasant surprise to see you here.” You furrowed your brows at her behavior. Why was she so calm? Your question was swiftly answered when you saw her group of lackeys around her. Mother never really showed her toxic ways in front of others when she knew it was wrong. She wrapped her arms around you but whispered in a viperous tone. “Don't say a damn word, if you embarrass me here, I'll make sure you'll never speak to your friends again.” She let go of you and a smile spread across your face.
Hoseok grimaced at your fake small talk and laughter. He saw Jimin from far away, talking to another woman, who he assumed was a nymph he associated himself with at some point in time. You were so deep into trying to satisfy your mother that you hadn't noticed Jimin's heated conversation with the nymph. If you had known about the two you wouldn't have felt the guilt you did for almost leaving the party so early, not so much now. “It was nice meeting all of you but I and Hoseok are gonna get going.” One of your mother's friends snickers. “What's so funny?” Hoseok asked. Your mother's friend sneers. “I was just telling Y/n’s mother that no daughter of a goddess should be going home with someone like you.” Hoseok's face turned cherry red but instead of saying anything, he stormed off. You were disgusted with your mother's friend's behavior. “Mom!” You blurted out. She turned her head in resentment. “Can I speak to you alone?” She politely excused herself and she followed you to a more quiet area.
“Are you serious right now! You're older than dust and you're acting like a fourth-grader.” Your mother gasped at your hostility. “Y/n I am your mother you will not speak to me this way, first and foremost your not even supposed to be here, and not only were your not supposed to be here you were off canoodling with the god of death and walked in here with the god of beauty, who do you think you are.” You laughed at her own words. “You stole my life mom, the life you gave me you stole, my image, my title, my youth has been wasted on you.” You felt the impact of her hand collide with your cheek. Your hand clung to your cheek while it seethed in pain. “You will never speak to me like that again, do you hear me Y/n?” Guilt was the last thing you would feel right now, snatching your mother's drink quickly from her hand and tossing the liquid on her face. You couldn't bother with the retaliation so you walked off. You shoved past the crowd and out the main entrance.
You scanned the parking lot for Hoseok's car and soon enough you sighted it. Your feet were destroying you so you stopped to take the heels of your feet. You picked your head up and from the distance from you to hoseok's car you saw him and Jimin speaking to one another, your pace accelerated.
“I'm ready to go home, Hobi.” You walked to the passenger side door.” Jimin gave a troubled look to you. “Wait.” Jimin blurted out. You reluctantly turned around. “I didn't mean to treat you the way I did tonight, I don't have any excuse.” You smiled at him. “You treated me perfectly tonight, maybe if my circumstances were different.” You heard the driver's side door close and the car begins to start. “I've got to go Jimin but please, I want to see you again” He opened the car door for you as you spoke and nodded while you did. “I’ll see you soon okay.” He smiled sadly. “Yes.” You opened your mouth to speak but no words could come out and even when you could the car was already too far to speak them.
“I'm sorry I had to cut the fun so short but the party died before I even got there.” He said, referring to Yoongi. “That was a shit show.” He nodded his head. “You did sneak off with Jimin didn't you.” He said while grinning smugly. You couldn't even get enthusiastic about that. “Do you know who he was talking to?”
“Nope.” He answered quickly with no hesitation, your suspicion only grew. “What were the two of you talking about earlier?” Hoseok stayed silent. “Hobi, what were the two of you-” He cut you off before you could finish what you were saying. “Y/n I just got broken up with for nothing.” He said with a shaky voice. “I don't want to sit here and deal with your relationship as well.” He was right, you could see the worry line starting to appear on his face and the veins started to pop up on his hand. You didn't want to quarrel either. “I'm sorry, I'm just so tired of not having enough answers.” He sighed and opened his hand up. “Would you like to stay at my place?” You thought about it. “No, I can't, I still haven't told my mother where I really live and she would think the place I would be staying right now is your house and I can't deal with her right now.” He clicked his teeth. “If you have to think that ahead with your mother I can't imagine you having a relationship, especially with the god of death.” You let out a breath and sink in your seat.
ONE HOUR LATER AT Y/N’S HOUSE
You put your heels down on the ground and walked to your living room. You slumped onto your couch and rested your head on your palm. You felt all the concern and stress set in. Still, no answers on why Tae was so hysterical and why Yoongi and Hobi broke up, who was the person that Jimin was conversing with. Nothing, no answers whatsoever. You wondered how your mother felt right now. Even after having so much hatred for her you still feel not enough for her now more than ever with how you acted today, even then Jimin's hand on your cheek made you feel so small and vulnerable.
You rubbed your temples and tried to get it off your mind before it overpowered you too largely. You slowly took your Cabo dress off and began to walk up the stairs. His voice wrapped around your head, his lips, and the way he licked them when they were dry, his glare everything made you feel like he was the only man in the world that could appease you. You wondered what he was doing while clambering into bed with a baggy t-shirt on. Was he thinking about you or somebody else? He appeared so distant after he spoke to whoever he did. You closed your eyes to quiet your mind, but not before.
You felt your phone vibrate and you moaned. You picked it up examining the notification.
BREAKING NEWS! PARK JIMIN ENGAGEMENT ANNOUNCEMENT WITH LEA CHOI
Guess he was thinking about someone else.
