If The Sky Falls | Of Eternity and Euphoria (4)
Pairing: Kim Seokjin x Reader
Summary: Jin is known as a stable god, always surrounding, like the sky. Then he meets you and everything shifts.
Warnings: Ehhhh maybe some talk of blood and violence? Only in the middle part, no biggie.
Word Count: 4.5k Words (Oh this was shorter than I intended, but I promise it’s good okay)
A/N: I swear I’m giving this one a good ending. *slaps self* I will not indulge in angst nope nope nope
This chapter contained more woman empowerment than I thought. Guess I needed it out of my system.
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The ceremony is long. Lovely, yes, but long. The handsome man beside you nudges your arm. You were a low level goddess working for the underworld under the bride’s supervision. You helped to guide lost souls to the palace to find a resting place.
So why you were sitting next to six of the big seven gods and their girlfriends had you puzzled. Yes, you had grown close to __, the bride, and yes you had good relations with Yoongi, but you never considered them close friends. In fact, you didn’t have many friends. When you arrived, you had found an empty seat next to a certain sky god that had your name on it. Why? Only the gods know. Literally.
“Hey, at least try to look interested.” Jin chuckled under his breath. He did a remarkable job at restraining a goofy smile from his face.
“I am!” You whispered back furiously. “Why can’t they just kiss and get it over with?”
“I’ll keep that in mind for the future.”
“Future?” You played dumb, despite knowing his insinuation. It would have gone over well except for the redness that crept up your cheeks. You knew he was your soulmate, you had known for the past hour. The second he had accidentally brushed against your hand, you had felt the spark. He didn’t even react, which led you to believe he didn’t realize what happened. Of course, he knew. He wasn’t stupid.
He glanced at you and then turned his attention back to the ceremony. Jin kept feeling the need to hold your hand, twitch his hand and brush over your knuckles, to wrap an arm around you. The god of the sky was soft already. It really wasn’t fair. Then he started to wonder why a girl as fragile looking as you managed to guide souls to the underworld everyday. It was dark in the underworld, a fog covering the ground at all times. You had a soft voice, he guessed you rarely raised it, much like him.
Yes, you guided souls, but you also preferred a gentle approach to it. You led with a gentle voice and warm hands. For your safety, you did carry a knife. It was just a precaution if you met an angry spirit. You had been a bit traumatized from your first encounter where the spirit sought to scratch your eyes out, but you managed to get away. You took a temporary hiatus from your job and the rulers of the underworld understood. Still, you were made for this job. Your body had ached to go back to it. So you went back a week later with determination and a weapon. You were strong mentally, but not physically. It took guts to move through the darkness and fog for years on end.
Still, there wasn’t much bloodshed in the underworld. Souls didn’t have blood and you rarely saw violence. It was a peaceful existence, but it was just that; existence. You had seen the god of the sky on occasion, but you had never touched and you always stayed in the background. You were pulled out of your thoughts as cheers rose from the crowd.
Yoongi kissed his bride passionately and you ignored the twinge of jealousy. Was it so wrong to want to exist for something other than your job? You were basically a servant to the king and queen, but they never acted like it. It always felt as if you were a part of their family and then they’d remind you of your place. Again, it was an existence, but not much else. You just told yourself that the so many souls would be lost without you and perhaps you were a little too selfless in that sense; sacrificing your self worth for another.
Jin stood and you did as well as the happy couple walked back down the aisle. Taehyung whooped and clapped, Jimin squeezed his date’s hand and clapped politely, Jungkook watched quietly, Hoseok cheered the loudest, and Namjoon smiled fondly. Jin absentmindedly took your hand, making your cheeks heat up. He led you out to the reception.
“So, soulmate, tell me about yourself.”
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“No fucking way!” You laughed loudly.
“Ah, my little goddess has a dirty mouth.” Jin tsked, swirling the wine around in his glass.
“It’s the alcohol.” You scoffed, taking another sip. It was a wedding. There was free wine and you planned on getting drunk. Anything to make you feel normal again. A hand reached out, covering your glass and you whined.
“I think that’s enough, then.” The god smiled gently, but firmly. “You can get drunk on me, then, okay?”
You opened and closed your mouth, unsure if you were supposed to defend your right to drink yourself silly or listen to him. You decided to listen. You set the glass down onto the table and sighed, sinking into your seat. Jin observed you quietly before moving to hold your hand.
“How long have you been down here, darling?”
“For as long as the underworld has been established.” You shrugged. That took him aback, eyebrows shooting upward.
“By gods, you’re almost as old as me, maybe younger by a few millennia.”
“You got a problem with that?”
He flashed you a winning smile. “And here I thought you were fragile and innocent.”
“I’m not as young as ___, if that’s what you’re wondering.” You shot a look over at Taehyung’s lover. She was lithe and ethereal, every part the goddess that you failed to meet standards for. Jin laughed and it reminded you of a windshield wiper.
“Of course not, my love.” He soothed, almost sarcastically. You rolled your eyes.
“It might surprise you, but I don’t like death.” You mused. He looked confused, prompting you to continue. “I don’t like the idea of people being gone forever, even if I know they will have a peaceful resting place. I...I had a bad run in with a lost soul once.” Your mind flashed back to the attack. Sharp, claw-like, nails swiping towards your face, your racing heartbeat. “I guess I just feel weak for hating violence so much.” You poured out the contents of your head. You hated confrontation, people paying any attention to you. You preferred to blend into the background. Maybe it was the alcohol that made you so bold to tell him this, maybe it was the soulmate bond. You were a private person.
He squeezed your hand tightly, pulling you out of your thoughts for the second time that night.
“Hey, it’s okay. I’m not a fan of violence either so we have that in common.” His voice was smooth, calming, like the sky itself. He was someone who oversaw all the other gods, but everyone knew Namjoon had most of the power in the group. They regarded him as the smartest because, well, he was. Jin was the father figure, though. Trustworthy, reliable. But when you looked into his eyes, you saw something broken. Having to be strong for thousands of gods was a lot of pressure. Even those closest described him as reliable. Obviously he must have other emotions. So who was he talking to about his issues? Even you understood that wasn’t healthy.
“Jin?” You watched him intently. “Are you...okay?”
Something changed in his eyes, an uncertainty. He opened his mouth to respond when the scream hit the room.
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Jin let go of your hand immediately, standing and approaching the woman. You felt your breath catch in your throat. The last time you heard a scream so distraught was when you were the one screaming.
“Ms. Lee?” You muttered under your breath. Then you stood, seeing the other gods and goddesses go still. You frowned, worried for Jin. You knew he cared more about others than himself.
At the words of an attack, you felt your blood go still. I just feel weak for hating violence so much. Your words flooded back to you and clearly to Jin as well because he glanced at you. As gods began moving, you stayed planted in place.
“Great! Then we’ll go to war!” Jungkook shouted. You winced, hands wringing together.
It was a free for all as the bangs outside continued. You watched three women being ushered away as the other gods took a defensive stance. You simply crouched behind a table, peering over to survey the surroundings. You hadn’t brought your knife, it was supposed to be a goddamn wedding. Yoongi frowned, using a hand to take off his tie and shrug off his jacket. A scythe materialized in his hand. If there were intruders, he’d defend his territory. You could tell Jin looked upset that he couldn’t defend the sky. Lee had made it sound like the sky kingdom had fallen.
“On my wedding night, seriously?” Yoongi drawled, pounding his scythe into the ground to get the attention of the other gods. “I will fight and defend my land. You all don’t have to, but I would appreciate the help.”
Jin nodded along with the other five gods. “I may have lost my home to whatever is out there, but I pledge that I will defend yours.” He stated, placing a fist to his heart. The other gods murmured their agreement.
Then they got ready. Jin must have assumed you had left already because he didn’t spare you a glance. Electricity cracked through the air as Jin pulled several bolts out of thin air. The atmosphere felt very dry and warm suddenly. Your hair was raised. Taehyung had a silver trident in his grasp, looking very godly. In fact, all the gods had deepened their auras. Jimin glowed a pink-ish red fury, a bow and arrow in his hands. Jin glowed a light blue, like a pure sky, and Taehyung evened him out with a deeper blue, like the depths of the ocean. Yoongi’s aura was as black as death itself. Hoseok had a yellow aura, almost like pure light. He had a whip and chain. You wondered if he used it for his chariot that brought the morning sun. Jungkook looked the most furious. His aura was a brilliant red, like anger incarnate. He held a sword, long and sharper than any blade you’ve ever seen. Namjoon looked eerily calm. He had a green glow and in his hands was a notebook.
Despite the innocent nature of that notebook, the others eyed it warily.
“Ready?” Yoongi called, to no response. Everyone focused on the doors. Then the glass shattered and the doors flew off their hinges.
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Hoseok hooked his chain around an enemy god, tripping them. Then he used the spiked whip to knock him unconscious. Next, Taehyung pushed his trident through a female, her eyes drained of life. Blood slid down the silver painting it a rusted red.
Electricity buzzed through the body of another, Jin whispered a prayer for every foe he disposed of. Yoongi reapd several souls at once, scythe slicing in a large arc.
Jungkook went on a rampage, sword plunging into any enemy he saw. Jimin watched the surroundings from his perch on the chandelier. He had killer aim. You assumed it was from his work as cupid, but that was early on, way before Agape existed and took over that role. His shot was still deadly accurate.
Namjoon was the most interesting. He darted around, haphazardly ripping pages out of his notebook and placing them on the backs of enemies. Swords, knives, and many other weapons would suddenly protrude through the paper and consequently the enemies. His weapon intrigued you the most. He seemed exhausted. You would be worried if you weren’t so panicked. The commotion was so loud that no one could hear or bother to notice the sobs that wracked your body. You were having a panic attack. Your throat closed up and you couldn’t breathe. Your heart pounded against your chest.
Then Namjoon found you. He was going to place a paper on you without thinking, moving on instinct. You scrambled away, throwing your arms up. You knew what those papers did. He instantly stopped, eyes dilating in recognition. He finally seemed aware of what was happening.
“Y/N?” He glanced around. “What are you still doing here? You shouldn’t be-” He knew you didn’t fight. Most gods knew that.
“I’m sorry I didn’t leave in time.” You whispered, fear lacing your voice. You could barely get out your words before choking back up.
“Hey, hey, it’s okay.” He slowly folded up the paper and pressed it into your palm. “Keep this for safety. Place it on an attacker and I’ll know their location instantly. It will also release a poison that will hopefully bide you time. Only use it in an emergency.” He looked over his shoulder. “I’ve got to go. Hang in there.”
Then he left. You tried your best to calm yourself. Then there was a loud shout, more like a roar. You almost fainted when you looked over the table. Every instinct screamed run. You knew a titan anywhere. This seemed to be a low level one, but it was a wonder there was one at all. You thought the big seven had managed to contain all of them, banishing them to Tartarus.
The other gods instantly stopped. Even the enemies seemed surprised. The only beings that could match and maybe even overpower the gods, were titans. The smallest of titans could do damage. You could see the unease, a sudden quiet.
“This is a useless plight. Kronos is coming back. you’ve already let so many slip through the cracks.” The monstrous man laughed. He had on a suit, like he was to attend the wedding as well. But his hands...oh his hands. He had long fingers and even longer nails, like claws. You felt your hand instinctually go to your face where the ghost of nails slid into your skin. It made you wince.
“We’re going to obliterate you right here, right now.” Jungkook cried, covered in the blood of others.
You felt yourself peering over the table, worried for your friends. Worried for your soulmate, the man you had spoken to for hours tonight, the man you could see spending the rest of your life with. He stood on guard, but you could tell his resolve was cracking.
“Jungkook.” Jin warned lowly and the younger god couldn’t help but listen. The other gods slowly stood down, seemingly admitting defeat. The other gods didn’t seem happy, but they looked behind the titan to see several others. They paled at the sight. Then Jin happened to glance at the table to see you peaking. His eyes widened. Why were you still here? Were you injured? You looked distraught. He internally cursed himself for not checking before. Then he grimaced knowing what he needed to do. He had to stall and he knew the exact thing to do. Though the others would probably scold him after.
“Mister...?” Jin spoke, trying to keep his voice from wobbling. He was in no condition to fight a titan. Maybe a million years ago, but not now.
“Call me James.”
“Oddly normal.” You heard Yoongi grumble. Jin kept a straight face.
“Well, James, you know why I don’t trust stairs?”
cue incredulous looks from every god left standing. They all knew what he was up to. Even Hoseok looked horrified. Is this really what he’s doing to bide time? Was on the mind of every god.
“Why is this important-” The titan started, agitation evident.
“They’re always up to no good!” Jin cracked, laughing so hard he bent over. He was trying to keep them occupied. The other gods held back a groan. Even you looked confused. Was this seriously his plan?
“-Just give us Olympus and we’ll leave you all alive!” James just shouted louder.
“Hey, hey James,” Jin continued through his laughter. “How many tickles does it take to make an octopus laugh? Ten tickles!” You couldn’t help but laugh a little. Taehyung looked unamused, hand shooting up like a child at school.
“I have to disagree! I’ve tried to tickle an octopus before-” Taehyung began, looking annoyed only to be cut off by a firm hand on his shoulder. He stopped talking, mouth snapping shut as Yoongi shot him a deathly glare.
You tried to contain your laughter even harder at Taehyung’s outburst. James began a long and angry monologue, looking more like a scolding parent than a titan. You had tears in your eyes, but at least they weren’t from pain. You were laughing at the hilarity of the situation. Sadly, you let one whimper of laughter escape your throat. Everyone’s eyes whipped over to you.
“Who’s back there?” James barked. You ducked down, placing both hands over your mouth. Jin’s expression broke. Through the soulmate bond, he could feel your panic. Now your heart beat with anxiety once more. Your thoughts were so loud that they stabbed his own mind. Please don’t take me. Please don’t kill me. His heart broke.
“No one!” Jin cried, a little too forcefully. James tilted his head curiously at the god before a wicked smile graced his face.
“Oh? Is it a girl?” The gods were old school, as per usual with ancient gods. They just valued women’s lives above their own, believed they needed to be protected. And so many women had grown up like this that they had begun to believe it, even you. Still, you couldn’t help but frown at his condescending tone. Maybe you wouldn’t have joined in, but if you had your knife you knew you could do some damage. When Jin didn’t respond to his question, he continued. “Oh! Maybe your soulmate?”
His question made Jin flinch and he knew he had given himself away. The other gods shot their brother a concerned look. They understood that to have your soulmate taken away, still alive or dead, that it was painful, especially if you’ve met but not completed the bond by kissing. You knew Jimin must be feeling the effects now because he had his hand clutched to his chest, trying not to give away his pain.
“Get her.” James’ eyes darkened dangerously.
A hand roughly grabbed your arm and you yelped in pain. You knew there would be bruises. You felt yourself shaking as they dragged you before these men, all who knew you in some form or another. You recognized fury in their eyes. They could all feel Jin’s anger, his pain, his concern, as they were all closely bonded to each other. You were thrown to your knees in front of James.
“Hello. What’s a pretty flower like you doing in this underworld?” James tipped your chin up with his long nails. You scrambled backwards, bumping into his other underlings.
“Get away from her!” Jin shouted, electricity crackling the air once more. You were shaking, but you just looked at James with as much anger as you could. You had spent so long being afraid of titans, but maybe you had just been angry?
“I hate you.” You spat at the titan.
“Darling has a fierce mouth. A wonderful catch, Seokjin.”
Jin let out a growl from the back of his throat, lunging forward and taking out the underlings. His hands pulled you back and behind him. You rushed away to the corner of the room, as far away as you could go only to have a cage materialize above your head. You let out a shriek. Hoseok ran over, always being the kindest of the gods.
“Hey, Y/N. Look at me.” Hoseok soothed. “We’ll get you out of here.”
You wrapped your hands around the bars, knuckles turning white. Hoseok was shoved out of the way and Jin’s face took up your vision.
“Jin?” You whispered, your voice weak. You felt light headed, dizzy.
“Love, I’m right here. Wherever you go, I’ll be right here.” He reached through the bars and place a finger over your heart. “And I’ll find you, have faith in me.”
You nodded, then you gently cupped his cheek with your hand. “Don’t give up Olympus for a girl you met a few hours ago, Jin.”
“You’re not just any girl.” He murmured softly, placing his hand over the one on his cheek. “But you have my word, you’ll come back to Olympus, not the Titans.”
“I’m not gone yet, please just stay while you can.”
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You stared at the three other women through the bars of your cell. You were all separated, but you could still see each other. When you looked at these women, all you thought was strong. Three strong women. Yes, they had shed tears, but they were long gone by now. You just looked sadly at ___’s tattered wedding gown. You felt pathetic, having been unable to stop your tears. You’d calm down and then remember your situation. In the beginning, the women had tried to comfort you, but now they stayed silent. Their presence was comfort enough.
You passed the dirtied cardigan over to Jimin’s lover through the bars. She looked tired and you were aware she was a demigod. How did a part human part god have more strength than you? She took it with a small smile and you sighed, hugging your knees to your chest.
How long had it been? A few days? A few weeks? Probably not more than a few weeks, but ___ looked extra thin and you knew she was a demigod. The other goddesses didn’t complain, knowing she was probably suffering far worse than any goddess.
You could stand the hunger. You just couldn’t stand the isolation. No one had come to check on you. You were sure they had forgotten you at this point. No, Jin wouldn’t forget you. None of the gods would even be able to. The pain from your soulmate bond was signal enough. If it ever stopped hurting, then you would start feeling truly hopeless. But the pain told you he was still thinking of you. You fell asleep for the, you had lost count, time and welcomed the darkness of your mind.
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“Y/N? Wake up!” A panicked voice called. You recognized it as Taehyung’s lover.
“How long has she been like this?” Jimin’s girl had a worried tone.
“Is she dead?” you could recognize the demigod’s voice anywhere.
“No, she can’t be dead, she’s a goddess.” Yoongi’s wife murmured.
“Then why isn’t she waking up?” You were slipping consciousness again and the voices were blurring together.
“She’s a goddess but can still experience pain. Everyone reacts differently to hunger and it seems her body is trying to preserve her body fat.”
“Lucky, I can’t even get a wink of sleep.”
“That’s why you’re so skinny now.” The voice was more concerned for her friend.
“I can’t help it.”
“Mortals’ bodies are so finnicky.”
“Hey! Stop that-”
When you shifted slightly, you felt the crinkle of paper. Hidden in the folds of your dress was the paper Namjoon gifted you. You knew what you had to do.
“Guys.” You managed to croak out, forcing your eyelids open. They stopped, turning to you. “This, you need this.” You said faintly, shoving Yoongi’s wife the piece of paper.
“Y/N, how did you get this?” That was enough to tell you that she knew how to use it. Then you slipped into the darkness again. You never wanted to wake up.
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The pain in your chest was gone. You felt safe. A warm embrace enveloped you. This must be a dream, a pleasant trick of the mind. You hummed happily, burrowing into the warmth farther. Wait, the pain in your chest is gone. The soulmate bond. Your eyes shot open. You were met with a blinding light, a large room, and the lack of presence of the women who had comforted you. You coughed, tumbling out of the bed and crawling to the door. You needed to get to Jin, he couldn’t have forgotten about you already. In your stupor, you failed to notice the figure who was groggily getting out of bed.
“Y/N?”
That was Jin’s voice. Your eyes sprung to the bed.
“Jin!” You cried, flinging yourself into his arms. He landed with an oomph back into the bed, arms immediately circling around you.
“Y/N, oh my gods, I thought I lost you.” He choked. You smiled a little, you gently unwrapped yourself and moved to sit at his side.
“Jin, I know we have the soulmate bond but-”
He stopped you in the middle of your sentence. “I know, we can take it slow.” He smiled. “I’ve been around long enough to know a girl doesn’t instantly fall in love with you, even if she’s your soulmate.” He winked. “But, can I at least?” He leaned forward.
You leaned forward as well and met his lips with your own. It was a quick kiss, simple and soft. It had the timidness of first love behind it. You pulled away and took his hands in yours.
“I think we’ll be okay.” You chuckled. “How long was I there? Are the other girls alright? What happened to me? How long have I been out?” You blurted.
“Woah, Woah, okay one question at a time.” He laughed. “Well, the other girls are okay, but both you and ___ were in critical condition. ___, because she’s a demigod and you because your body went into hibernation. ___ is still out, but you were asleep for maybe three days. It was terrifying. We had to force feed you to stay alive.”
“How did you save us?”
“More like you saved yourselves.” Jin chuckled. “While us idiots were arguing about how to enter the complex, Yoongi’s wife burst through the door, collapsing with you in her arms and ___ was carrying the demigod. That earth goddess is stronger than we give her credit for.”
“Did they tell you what happened?”
“Well, a little birdy told me that my darling had given them the key to success. The next time a guard visited, ___ used the paper and managed to grab the keys from the dead guard. Then she unlocked her cell and the rest of yours. They fought through several unprepared gods. You women are a lot more resourceful than the rest of gods think. They should trust you guys more.” He shrugged.
You frowned at this information, worried for the demigod. “Is she okay?” You should go see her. As if Seokjin read your mind, he wrapped his arms around your waist.
“Wait, you can see her later. Please stay with me a little longer.”
You sighed and leaned in to his touch. His breath sent shivers down your spine as it fanned across your neck. You twisted your head, engaging him once more in a kiss. This one was more forward than the last one, an aura of passion clouding the room. He turned you so you were straddling his waist. Your hands pressed against the side of his face. When you pulled away, you were both panting. You pressed your foreheads together.
“Don’t scare me like that again, I was terrified seeing you in that state.” He whispered.
“I won’t again, I promise.”
And he pressed his lips to yours once again.
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Me reminding myself that I don’t write smut.
