𝐨𝐫𝐩𝐡𝐢𝐜 • 𝐣𝐢𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐨𝐥

III

"get this," chirped the pretty dude, crossing his arms. "you seem like a sweet little human. i understand that you did not mean to step on my beloved plants, but you also must understand that we do not trust you."

"what—why? what does that have to do with releasing me?" jisoo asked, completely frustrated at this point. this is messing up his mind. he doesn't even know what time it is!

"you cat looking human, are you poor in comprehension?! we do not trust that you will keep our secret to yourself. especially, you are a writer. what if you write about us and we get exposed?" seungcheol clicked his tongue, hissing at jisoo after.

"so, i, yoon jeonghan, god of beau...beauty," jeonghan trails off, which told jisoo a lot. he doesn't take pride that he's the god of beauty, does he? "propose that you live with us throughout your writing process. if we deem you trustworthy, you may leave."

absurd. are we starting a romance novel now? jisoo could believe it, actually, but god, immortality, powers? it takes a lot more than words to make jisoo believe in that stuff.

"i get that you two are very pretty and i can't say anything against that, but god? really? do gods live in cottages with a handsome ass boyfriend and drink tea and stuff?" jisoo asks, completely out of topic. he inhales, preparing to rant again. "why though? are you guys working from home? what's with the vines that move on their own? are you two really not witches?"

jisoo looked at seungcheol, who blushed at handsome boyfriend. eh, that's all it takes to make him less grumpy? basic! he's just like jisoo's tsundere friends!

"you, little human, you look like a cat. but you are not a cat. that logic applies the same to my dearest lover, jeonghan." seungcheol chided. "or do you only wish to see his godly abilites?! i knew it! my love, you see, we can never trust—"

"—NO! no i mean, i just find it hard to believe. and if you're the god of beauty, aren't you supposed to just... be beautiful? do you have to have other godly abilities than your appearance?" jisoo objected, his weak ass legs shaking. this is scarier than any true crime documentary he's watched.

pretty dude seemed pleased, on the contrary. "well, i am the god of beauty and love. you see," jeonghan crouches, face inches away from jisoo's. the writer's breath hitches. "i can sense what you are feeling, and for who—but vaguely. and i can nourish things that i love. you notice how these vines grabbed you inside and tied you on the chair? i provided care and love for these plants, so they grew and they move under my command."

woah... jisoo's mouth was agape. seungcheol thought it was rude, so he reprimanded jisoo. "little human! close your mouth!" embarrassing, but it's not like saying that would snap jisoo out of his thoughts.

after that brief explanation, jisoo was lost again in imagination land. i can make a supernatural novel. with girlfriends or boyfriends fighting against a petty god and the main characters are just pretty. tons of ideas to write down! tons of plots to be made! tons of money to gain! just kidding, but yes—this is a massive inspiration!

"the little human's got googly eyes, my love. what struck him? did we break it?" seungcheol asked his lover in concern, to which the latter shrugged at. "i have no knowledge about these 'human' things."

jeonghan cooed at seungcheol, standing up properly again. he couldn't benefit from looking at jisoo's awestruck face for longer. the dumn writer was dozing off in front of the enemies. "aww. i sense that you don't want to make the doll perish. i take it that you want to keep him, too?"

seungcheol looked away, hissing. cute! "if we ever keep him for good, i'd consider him a pet. look at it! it's daydreaming!"

jeonghan poked seungcheol's cheek, making him turn beet red. "i would fancy keeping him, but you see, he just has to prove himself. i think he has already formulated plans to make us release him."

"we cannot make him leave until then. the vines would apprehend him if he tries to go out of the backyard or out the front door, i suppose?" seungcheol stood up from his seat, crossing his arms. he looks down at the puny human judgingly. "it does look like a cat. is it smiling?"

"dear, it's a he!" jeonghan chuckled, placing a hand on seungcheol's back. "i think it's smiling. or does his lips do that naturally? it's adorable, curled up like that."

"at least he's not too painful to look at, unlike our pesky neighbors." seungcheol says, sounding like a damn tsundere. that's what he is, anyway. "what about it—sorry, his clothes? i take it that people of this age wear much simpler and varied clothing."

"he'd look great in our clothing."

"i am dreading to see him in one of our dresses. he looks so beautiful!" the god of beauty gushed, putting his hands together as he squealed. "i am treating him like a doll now, aren't i?"

"you can do whatever you want, my love," seungcheol chuckled, planting a small kiss on jeonghan's cheek. the softie turns into a grumpy asshole before yelling at jisoo. "HEY! little human, here!"

jisoo was a sly fucker. he heard all what they said, pretending to be 'imagining things'. not all of it, though, only at the part where jeonghan corrects seungcheol that jisoo's a he. jisoo doesn't know if he's blushing right now and it's killing him. "ah.. yes?"

"you are spending your whole time here in our abode. your room is upstairs, left hallway, fourth door to the right. no dinner!" seungcheol pointed his index at jisoo, which made the writer pout. he's terribly hungry. "our room is across yours. knock and kneel if you need anything!"

"dear, i think the writer needs a notebook," jeonghan comments. seungcheol nods, and jisoo sighed. "and a bath. let's run him a bath."

"he can run himself a bath!"

speaking of needs, jisoo didn't bring his phone.

oh shit.