#day6 fantasy

[restlessmaknae]

Best friends with a demi-god

As a part of my Birthday Prompt Party and the @day6writers Myth event, Best friends with a demi-god is dedicated to the always so kind @jminiebiased who has requested #25 „How do we keep getting into these situations?” “Eleven years of friendship and I still don’t know” with best friend Dowoon. 😉 I hope you like it, honey! 💖

Words: 1006

Setting: Greek mythology AU, Percy Jackson AU

Genre: fluff, comedy, fantasy, action

Pairing: best friend!Yoon Dowoon x reader

Being a demi-god was difficult. Being the son of Zeus was even more difficult. Being the best friend of the son of Zeus while being an ordinary human being was the most difficult of all.

I know. I know it all too well. I’m that so-called best friend of Yoon Dowoon who’s the son of the god of thunder.

Don’t even get me started what it cost me to be best friends with him. It almost cost my life after all. It’s not easier nowadays either.

On the other hand, I would fight everyone who says that Dowoon is a complacent jerk who doesn’t care about anyone because he’s the sweetest person I know. While it’s true that he looks a bit intimidating at first, I swear he’s a wee kid at heart. He just needs time to open up and trust people. He was already used and betrayed so many times, not to mention all those cases when people made fun of him just because he was the children of Zeus. He wasn’t physically as strong as his father but he could beat everyone mentally.

Considering that he was already used to all kinds of humiliation, he learned how to stand up for himself. He learned how to tell someone off and he also learned how to fight. He may not have been the best fighter in the world but he could throw a proper punch. He was still stronger than anyone I knew but he said there were way stronger demi-gods than him.

Truth to be told, I’ve never come face-to-face with another demi-god except Dowoon. He claimed that he didn’t meet a lot either because his identity was kept as a secret. He only knew from his grandmother’s last letter that he was the son of Zeus and his mother didn’t even know he knew about it.

If you wonder how I got to know that he was a demi-god… well, that’s a pretty exciting story. The only really exciting story in my utterly boring life.

It started like any other day and it almost ended like one. I was about to bid my goodbye in front of Dowoon’s house (because mine was further from school than his) when all of a sudden a totally unfamiliar figure showed up and attacked him. He ended up with minor wounds but the said guy’s situation was far worse. He ended up with a broken arm.

“That was…” I was trying to find the right words to say after I had witnessed my best friend fighting with another – much bigger and much stronger – guy. “Really scary.” I gulped down my nervousness, trying to get rid of the uncomfortable knot in my stomach. Dowoon only looked back with sad puppy eyes but didn’t want to comment on what had happened.

However, when we were having a movie night at his place and after opening the door for another total stranger, I was starting to get suspicious. Dowoon stepped out a bit to talk with the oddly looking guy and when he came back, he didn’t tell me who it was. I let it slip because I knew that if it was something serious, he would tell me. (Or so I hoped.)

I would lie if I said that the next peculiar encounter surprised me. It didn’t. On the contrary, it was definitely not an enjoyable one. It was actually a pretty uncomfortable one.

We were at the school’s library when a creature that I’ve never thought would appear right beside me showed up. I swore it had the wings of a bat with blood-shot eyes and a bony body. It only turned out later that it was actually one of the Furies but I couldn’t look at the creature longer because I fainted on the spot.

When I regained my consciousness, the first thing that I heard was Dowoon mumbling.

“How do we keep getting into these situations?” He shook his head in disbelief. His expression was solemn, firm and worried. I wouldn’t say that he was someone who worried a lot, so seeing this new side of him took me by surprise.

“Eleven years of friendship and I still don’t know.” I confessed huskily as I was trying to get up from the floor. Dowoon immediately crouched down to help me and started to bombard me with concerned questions.

“Are you okay? Are you hurt? Do you remember what had happened? Do you remember me?”

“Yes. No. Yes. And of course I remember you!” I answered without hesitation and a giggle escaped my mouth by the end of my interrogation. Then, a shiver ran down my spine as the face of that creature came to mind, so I knew I had to ask what had really happened.

After that, Dowoon decided to tell me the whole story; he told me everything from the moment he found out about his powers until an hour earlier when one of the Furies attacked him. Although what he said was totally out of my utterly boring world, I believed him. Not just because he was my best friend but also because I had suspected that something was going on. I just didn’t know what it was.

Being a best friend of the child of Zeus isn’t easy because now he’s in Camp Half-Blood (which is pretty cool if you ask me, it’s a camp for demi-gods after all). That being said, I’m not allowed to go there with him because I’m a mere human.

However, he always makes sure to check in, so I always know where he is and what he has done during the day. I’m not saying that I’m not jealous of him or I’m on cloud 9 because he was taken away from me but as long as he’s safe, it doesn’t matter where he is.

He’s Yoon Dowoon after all. He’s the son of Zeus, a light-hearted yet ambitious demi-god and my absolute best friend. I know I can count on him no matter what.

[wonpillows]

ive got some ideas

Plan: finish ‘The Laws of Physics’ and start on a new series. I’ve got 3 options and I’m going to try an OC fic. I feel like specifically defining a reader can be off-putting as not everyone is the same, and these characters i have planned do have specific characterisations.

Options:

Dowoon: Power

He walked into the pub, the whole place stilled as though sensing the foreign presence. Dowoon knew he probably should have left right then and there but he kept walking, one foot in front of the other until he took a seat and ordered a pint of beer. The chatter steadily increased back to the normal volume. Folk music picked up from where they left off. He always enjoyed the sound of folk music.

Dowoon was only passing through the area on his journey. A resting break was more than needed from his endless hours of travelling from his home town. He was searching for a plant. An ingredient. Rare to find, endless travelling required just like any other rare item anyone needed to find.

He took in his surroundings. People were poor; clothes were tattered and looked as though they had been worn for days on end. Men had scruffy beards and the small number of women that could be seen all had greasy hair. All but one.

Dowoon still faced the bar. His arms were crossed in front of him, his drink, the half empty glass was gripped in his right hand. He glanced to his left, hair flopping over, covering most of his facial features from her. She sat confidently with her crew. She wore all black, from shoulders to the soles of her feet. She seemed to be in charge of the whole place. The men surrounding her watched everyone else in the pub. Her own eyes, they were on Dowoon. She examined him carefully.

His eyes darted back to where they were originally. He downed the last of his drink and left a tip on the bar before he made his way towards the exit. That was until he saw her body leaning against the door frame. She was slightly forward, allowing her top to drop the tiniest bit lower than usual. For the second time that night, the pub fell silent.

“So, sweetie,” her accent was thick, it almost resembled the one of a pirate he met a few weeks ago. Her accent complimented the smirk evident on her face. “Mind telling me why such a rich and handsome young man is in my neck of the woods?”

Jae: Watch

He travelled through the busy crowd. No one saw him. No one could see him. He cloaked himself from the eyes of others. The only thing that mattered to him was making it to his objective point.

He pushed past many civilians, each swearing and blaming each other for being pushed around. They were all gathered around the main stage in front of them. It was New Year’s Eve. He needed to get backstage.

Before Jae could process his next thought, he was being pinned to the concrete ground. When he glanced up, he noticed piercing green eyes glaring at him. A black mask was covering the rest of the woman’s face. Then they were gone. The people were gone. The setting was gone. Instead, he was left in a large white observation room.

A red light reading ‘Stimulation: failed’ was blinking in front of him. The doors to his right opened. People with clipboards and white lab coats walked in one by one. A woman holding a glass of water rushed to his side. He gratefully accepted the drink. The man at the front was the only one who spoke.

“Shouldn’t you know by now that invisibility gives off too much radiation signal?” He shook his head as he spoke, not even giving Jae as much as a glance.

“I was barely invisible for thirty seconds,” Jae claimed.

“All Watchers are different. She is one of the ones you need to look out for. Her parents were Watchers so she was born into it. Olivia. She’s the one that you need to watch out for the most.”

Olivia. The girl with the green eyes.

Sungjin: Butterfly Effect

Time was a sensitive thing. Sungjin should have understood that more than anyone else. But knowing you can completely control something can make you forget how fragile it actually was.

He was crouched in his living room tossing a coin. With each coin toss he set time five seconds back. The way his life turned out to be over the past year had been too much for him to handle. He was going back to when it all happened to make sure that none of this would have never happened. Make sure that he never would have met her. He was upset and cold and didn’t even notice the other presence in the room.

“Sungjin,” she called out. Her voice was almost angelic he wondered how he could have missed it. He momentarily paused before returning to tossing the coin, this time, time wasn’t going back. “You know you aren’t allowed to go back this far; it has been five weeks already. You aren’t even allowed to go back for selfish reasons. You’re breaking two laws and sooner or later, the Butterfly Effect if going to kick in and the current Fabric of Time will be ripped to shreds if it hasn’t already.”

Sungjin never answered. He was still hunched over and now, he even stopped tossing the coin. He was completely stationary. It almost made her question whether or not he paused his own time. She remembered that it was impossible.

“Sungjin, please,” she pleaded, taking a couple of steps towards him and wrapping her arms around him. Sungjin could feel his shoulder dampen from where her head rested. He never realised how much he hated hearing her hurt. “Please don’t be like this. If I don’t have you near me, I’m nothing.”

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[restlessmaknae]

No pain, no game

As a part of my Birthday Prompt Party and also the @day6writers Myth event, No pain, no game is dedicated to the lovely @llynnfics who has requested #31 „You know, no one bothered me this much when I was dead.” with Sungjin. I hope you like it, dear! <3

Words: 1011

Genre: fluff, comedy, slice of life

Main Characters: Park Sungjin as Osiris (Egyptian god of the Underworld and the afterlife) x OC x all the other boys

Warning: mentions of alcohol, drunk people

You know that it was only a mistake. A banal, childish and terrible mistake.

You were drunk and your friends suggested reading extracts out loud from the book that your grandmother had given you when you were young. It was about those Egyptian gods and goddesses you loved dearly. You used to be crazy about different nations’ mythologies when you were a kid.

On the other hand, you would never imagine – not even in your wildest dream and truth to be told you had a pretty wild imagination – that one of those texts could actually bring a god back to life. To be precise, bring the mighty Osiris back to life who was always the most terrifying one in your eyes. He was the god of the Underworld and afterlife after all. Who wouldn’t be afraid of him?

“You aren’t even that scary!” was the first thing you said to him when he showed up in the middle of the dusty attic.

He looked like he could be your neighbour. He had thick, black hair and adorable chocolate-brown eyes. He was indeed tall but not taller than your friends beside you. He was wearing a flannel shirt with black ripped jeans and a pair of sneakers. To be honest, he looked too mundane to be a god.

“You should be bald, dude.” The smart ass Younghyun commented as he examined the god from top to bottom. Even being a bit tipsy, he couldn’t help but boast about his knowledge concerning supernatural creatures. He was smart in general but when it came to fantasy stuff, he was like an expert. No one knew more about folklore tales, mythological creatures and anything that was out of this world than Kang Younghyun.

“That’s only the human form I take on!” He rolled his eyes, obviously annoyed by his comment. You snorted in response, not even caring about the fact that you were talking to a god. You suddenly sobered up and even Jaehyung paid attention to your conversation when in fact no one handled alcohol worse than him.

“That’s all because of you! How dare you invoke me? I’m the god of the Underworld!” His voice resonated back from the walls, sounding less intimidating that it should be.

You could see from the corner of your eyes that Dowoon suddenly woke up from his drunk dreams, only to come face-to-face with a totally unfamiliar figure yelling at his friends, claiming that he was the god of the Underworld. He rubbed his eyes sleepily and shook his head but to no avail. The weird guy was still there and didn’t stop talking.

“I’m not supposed to be here right now. I have to go back to help the wandering souls, so if you excuse me, I should go now.”

Dowoon couldn’t comprehend what was happening around him. You could tell that he was hesitant to ask about the sudden visitor because he opened his mouth to say something but closed it instantly. He shook his head again and went back to sleep. At least he could sleep, even on the cold floor of your attic.

That’s where you liked to play games when you were a bit tipsy because this way you wouldn’t disturb your parents and it wouldn’t be a problem that your friends fell asleep. They had already had their places there, that’s why Dowoon could sleep with his favourite pillow that he liked to hug firmly. The attic wasn’t only your second home but theirs alike.

“Now bring me back to where I belong!” The god demanded, raising his voice to look more confident but everyone around him was too chill to care.

“Look…” Jaehyung tried to look for his name in the book but before he could find it, Wonpil blurted out:

“Let’s just call him Sungjin!” He mumbled with an innocent smile. He was that kind of drunk person who was like a little child. He liked to make up nicknames, small wonder why he called you Buttercup when he had consumed too much alcohol.

“My name is Osiris!” The supernatural creature puffed his chest out like he was trying to look bigger – and scarier for that reason. Wonpil looked at him with his puppy eyes and shook his head. He was clearly not aware of the fact that he was talking to a god.

“No, you are Sungjin!”

“No, I’m Osiris!”

“No-no, big man, you are Sungjin!” Wonpil corrected him in between hiccups. The god got so furious that he looked like he was about to combust. His face got red like a tomato, his chest was rising up and down in a pace that was seriously out of this world.

“You know, no one bothered me this much when I was dead. You know, dead as a dead person. Because that’s what I am. I’m a god, I belong to the Underworld and not to your crazy human world.” He huffed like a mad bull, furrowing his eyebrows like it could help him come up with an idea.

You were too drunk to make rational decisions, so you knew that you couldn’t help him. None of you could. The book was full of texts but you knew there wasn’t any about how to send back a person to the Underworld. On top of that, you were too sleepy to care. Your eyelids became heavy, your body was screaming for rest and your mind was fuzzy. You didn’t know what happened next because darkness welcomed you and put you into a soundless dream.

When you woke up, you swore that you had the most peculiar dream ever. When your friends asked you what it was about, you told them the story of Osiris whom Wonpil named Sungjin. To make the situation creepier, all four of your friends dreamed of him.

You didn’t know what to think because even thinking made your head hurt. However, as Jaehyung once said when he was drunk: no pain, no game. There’s no tipsy night without a headache.

Plus a weird dream this time.

[restlessmaknae]

Nunchi

As a part of my Birthday Prompt Party, Nunchi is dedicated to the lovely @llynnfics who has requested #32 „Nope. I can’t go to hell. Satan still has a restraining order against me.” with Sungjin. I hope you like it, dear! <3

Words: 739

Setting: fantasy, in a self-created world with mirror men

Genre: fluff, comedy, slice of life

Main Characters: Park Sungjin as your mirror man

Nunchi (눈치), sometimes noonchi, is a Korean concept signifying the subtle art and ability to listen and gauge others' moods.

Park Sungjin was the worst mirror man that you could ask for.

You didn’t even know how he could be chosen to become one since he wasn’t exactly the supportive type. To be precise, not all the time.

He was quite good at cheering you up with his silly dad jokes or weird noses but he wasn’t good at consoling you when you had doubts concerning your looks which happened quite often lately.

In a world where you have a mirror who should boost your self-confidence and help you accept yourself the way you are – without the moles on your face and the number on the scale −, you were sometimes cursing the gods above because they decided to choose Sungjin for you. Mirror men were once exceptional humans who had done something remarkable and proved that they were worthy to become one. They were said to be angels but you highly doubted that Sungjin was an angel.

It was a particularly tough day for you. You had just failed your Economics exam at uni, got caught up in a sudden downpour, was forced to pay a fine for your expired bus pass and even fought with your little sister when you got home. Apparently, she was on cloud 9 after having a conversation with her mirror man – the one and only Kim Wonpil who couldn’t find a single flaw when it came to her – and started dancing around the living room, annoying the hell out of you who were trying to finish your lunch without putting your eyes out after such a day. You wanted nothing else than to have a warm bath and forget about the whole thing.

However, as soon as you stepped into your room, Sungjin immediately noticed your drenched clothes and that hopeless expression on your face. He couldn’t miss out on such an opportunity to tease you.

“You look terrible.” He greeted you with an amused smile, his eyes hinting at his playfulness. On the other hand, you were not in the mood for his little games, so you told him off without guilt.

“Go to hell, Sungjin!” You hissed at him, throwing your bag at your bed. He was the last person you wanted to see, especially in the mirror beside your reflection.

“Nope. I can’t go to hell.” He shook his head, that damn annoying smile of his never leaving his face. “Satan still has a restraining order against me.” He jerked but if it was meant to be a joke, you couldn’t appreciate his efforts. You were too weary to counter-attack him or merely roll your eyes at him, and he seemed to notice the change in your behaviour.

“Okay, tell me. What’s going on?” He asked quietly, his voice laced with worry.

Even though you were taken aback by his sudden hostility and the affectionate in his tone that didn’t go unnoticed by you, you wouldn’t admit it for the world.

“Nothing.”

“If it was nothing, you wouldn’t mope about it.” He remarked gently. He was showing a whole new side of him, small wonder why you were baffled at his behaviour.

Honestly, you weren’t the depressive type, so you didn’t take advantage of his (non-existent) emotional support. Yes, you had doubts about your looks but who didn’t? On the other hand, a bad day was definitely not something that could throw you off balance. It was just too much that day. It was like the whole world hated you and even the gods above played a sick little game with you.

“Come on! Tell me what’s bothering you. That’s why I’m here after all. It’s not like I could run away.” Sungjin offered gently, directing a friendly smile at you. His beautiful toffee-brown eyes that were filled with care suddenly turned your legs into jelly. You had no choice, you had to give in.

You plumped yourself down in your chair and started to tell him about your whole day. As you were complaining, you felt like an invisible weight was lifted off of your chest. Even telling someone what you had been through helped you a lot but Sungjin was also trying his best to soothe your nerves a little.

And for the first time since God knows how long, you actually didn’t mind that you had a mirror man like Park Sungjin. 

He may be annoying and teasing but he was a good guy at heart.