𝐨𝐫𝐩𝐡𝐢𝐜 • 𝐣𝐢𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐨𝐥

II

jisoo hadn't realized that he passed out until he woke up on a velvety loveseat, tied down to it using vines. did he anger a spirit? a diety? oh my god, jisoo! you keep on saying how chan's careless, but here you are, held hostage because you stepped on a big ass plant!

"do you refuse to look at me or do you know your place?" an angry voice huffed from jisoo's left, causing the troubled writer to look to his side. there was a sulky, handsome (?), big dude wearing some kind of princely clothing staring at him. oh shit... is this real? he's ethereal!

('it's a dream because he's too ethereal,' jisoo says, tied down to a chair by vines that move on its own.)

anyways, since jisoo was a pro writer, he knew better than to make some sarcastic comment (and then this guy would say 'you're different' and then chuckle—) or to offer kindness. doing that always results to ugly outcomes. instead, he explains the situation immidiately.

"hello, sir, uh... i'm a writer looking for inspiration and i accidentally stepped on your lawn." jisoo gulped, itching under the vines. "i'm sorry. very sorry. now, can i leave? i will never set foot on this land ever again. i promise."

"my love, it says that it's a writer." the handsome man pouts, and wow he's cuter than chan. "do you think it's a human, or one of your nemesis' evil spawns?"

jisoo made a face. "he. i am human, and a he." which was wrong of him to do, because he was starting to act feisty, which was not good. in novels, that's where the story usually starts. in cringey werewolf vampire hybrid fanfic shit too.

"fine, he," the handsome prince (wow, assuming he's a prince now, jisoo?) breathed, looking at jisoo through his angry eyes. "now, come down and see."

"but my dear!" great. a high pitched voice. two princes at once? well, jisoo has two holes for a reason— "i am ashamed. i only ever show myself to you."

"i understand, but you can make this human perish if you'd like. to keep him silent about you, forever."

"alright, dear. i'm going to walk down now."

jisoo snaps his head to the grand staircase, wherein a beautiful being descended down.

jisoo couldn't see their face clearly, but their hair appeared short—yet there was a long piece of braided, platinum blonde hair behind their nape. they walked down the steps with poise, their white, flowy dress following behind them. they wore a dress. the soft cotton comfortably wraps itself around the pretty dude's torso, while thin pieces of satin hung loosely on their arms. what is that being?! jisoo's got a massive idea for his novel! (and a massive crush.)

"woah," jisoo mistakenly marvelled out loud, in awe. sulky prince looked at him in anger. jisoo had to strip his gaze off of the newcomer to explain himself. "no, no, it's not in a bad way! they're beautiful! absolutely! look at them! are you two married? you're so lucky!"

"he," the grumpy prince replied, but he was blushing. eh, he was in the same situation as jisoo! stomach churny because of pretty dude's beauty! "i cannot tell if you are mocking us or not."

"i appreciate you making the remark about us two being married," the beautiful dude states, giggling. he covered his mouth. why?! "but i doubt that you would still be making the same remark about my appearance up close."

the beautiful dude approaches them, stopping half a meter before jisoo.

oh. that's why he said that i'd doubt what i said. the beautiful dude has lots of stitches and scars all over his body, making him seem like a fragile, patched-up porcelain doll. like, he looks straight out of coraline or some tim burton movie. damn, where did he get all those? nevertheless, he's still beautiful. "i'm not taking it back though." jisoo says.

handsome prince huffed again. "you're being rude! do not stare at my god for too long!"

jisoo choked, embarrassing himself. "god?!"

"ah, seungcheol, you blew our cover. i guess we have no choice but to make the human trespasser perish?" the beautiful dude crossed his arms, turning around. why's he talking to them like that?! does he think he's better just because he's the prettiest?! "alright. you may do whatever you please, my dear. i will deal with it alone—"

"it?!" jisoo yells. now he knows. he knows that he will only get himself dead sooner if he performs an outburst, but there is no other choice. jisoo knows several ways out of this, if his two captors take his bait. "wait, can i make a special request before i die?!"

the pretty dude hummed, turning around. he is not buying it. jisoo glances at handsome prince—no, seungcheol. he is definitely not buying it too. maybe novels are just novels. real life is different. "let it be known, human."

seungcheol snarled. "not that we would grant it, though."

jisoo looked at the both of them. ah. there's no escape to his demise now. jisoo should've told lee chan that he loved him so much before he dropped his recent—and last call. if only jisoo knew it would be his last.

fuck, you're getting emotional now, jisoo? is it because chan was almost always around, unlike your parents? because chan was like a little brother to you? because you wish you could've supported chan more in his hobbies? because you wish you could've told him what you truly feel about his band, that it's actually cool? because you wish you could've told chan i love you more often?

"oh," pretty dude breaks jisoo's train of thoughts, preventing him from drifting away further. what, he's going to die now? too soon? the 'life flashing in his eyes' thing hasn't happened yet. jisoo was only starting! "you poor thing."

"do you sense something, my dear?" seungcheol asks, gaze changing to an endearing manner towards the pretty dude. "do tell."

plus, what's with the proper and complete sentences? jisoo loves great grammar and spelling, but not when it comes to real life. it feels like he went back in time. are they subscribed to grammarly but in real life speech?

"seungcheol, i sense that this little human feels love and regret. strong feelings for a younger brother figure." pretty dude said, clasping his slender hands together. "do you feel for your brother, little human?"

"how did you... no, he's a cousin," jisoo replied, suspicious. are they conmen? are they witches?! what the hell, he was just thinking about writing about two witch girlfriends a while ago! is jisoo manifesting all this? and let's not forget the vines that have a life of their own, too! "are you two witches?"

handsome prince—no, again, he is seungcheol—finally laughed.  (it was more of a chuckle, but it's the positive emotion that counts.) "i am only an immortal."

"only?!"

"i am the god of... beauty," the pretty dude said, almost ashamed of his glorious title. "and you, little human? you remind me of a doll."

cottagecore aesthetic, huh? so cool, huh?! THIS IS A VERY FUN EXPERIENCE AND WILL TOTALLY HELP JISOO IN WRITING HIS NOVEL, HUH?!