Gods of the Sea (BTS Vocal Line X Reader)

Ch 1 - Introductions

"This is some of the best wine I've tasted," the captain said, trying to make small talk for the thirteenth time this evening.

The wine in Spain was much better, but I wasn't going to tell him that. There was no need for him to know about my own wealth. The captain still thought I was his poor bastard child, and I didn't mind making him feel a bit guilty for the last twenty-eight years of negligence.

"It's palatable," I replied cooly.

He nodded, taking another sip of his wine and losing his words again.

I could tell he was nervous. His aura was tinted gray. Whether he was nervous was about me coming to this party with him or about the gold-digger he was taking as his new wife was what I couldn't determine. From what I had heard of her, she was beautiful and graceful, charming and sophisticated. There wasn't a tarnish on their family name. Her mother had passed - same as mine - and now my supposed father was stepping in to save the day. Perhaps it was guilt because he never stepped in to save my own mother, his ex-lover. That was the only reason why he would drag me into this in the first place. I had no business with the girl.

"Perhaps I could ask for the label and provide it at the wedding," he rambled. "At least I know one thing the lady enjoys."

He chuckled, but his aura darkened, meaning he hated his own joke. I decided to pry.

"It's Burgundy from the northeast," I replied. "I know a trader of it, if you're interested. But it's a high price. It's not the wine chosen by a man about to go out of business."

His aura changed to a saturated red before going back to gray. I had irritated him momentarily.

"Don't start rumors, my dear Seokjin," he urged. "Charles has not lost his business from poor management skills or lack of character. So don't ruin the reputation he will leave behind for his daughter."

"You make it sound like the man is ill."

The captain suddenly went silent, his aura darkening once again. I swallowed my drink roughly.

"Wait, is that it?" I asked. "Is that the reason you're marrying this woman?"

Before he could answer, everyone stopped talking and turned their heads towards the staircase. Confused by the sudden shift in environment, I had no choice but to look in the same direction.

Perched at the top of the stairs was a woman in a crimson ball gown, her long slender arm touching the rail as she smiled proudly to the audience below. As they looked up, their auras all slowly changed to a glowing lavender.

The aura of seduction.

"Thank you all for coming so far to see us today," she said, her voice light and airy. "I'm grateful that our family has so many good people to call friends. My handmaid will take your thoughtful and expensive gifts on the way out."

They all chuckled at her joke, which was not incredibly witty. Not enough for that kind of reaction. But her voice was naturally high and her own aura purple, meaning she was giving off a powerful imaginative feeling. 

But that aura... it was only for the spiritual realm.

Wait... a siren? The woman of the house was a siren?

And she knew it too. She was far too confident as she spoke. She knew what kind of power she held, and she was enjoying the use of it.

Her eyes met mine, her eyes freezing momentarily. I raised my wine to my lips, not taking my eyes off of her.

I know what you are, little siren... Do you know what I am?

She ascended down the stairs, taking an older man's arm. That must have been her father.

Hmmm. His aura was quite faded. The man was truly ill.

Did the daughter know? I couldn't tell. I took another sip of wine, processing the information.

"Best foot forward," my newly discovered father said. I wasn't sure if he was talking to me or himself.

The woman of the house and the older gentleman came to greet us. Her eyes met mine once more, her aura turning to rose. I tried not to smile. The little siren found me attractive. How amusing.

You should be afraid of me, woman. If you know you're a siren, then you should know what I can do to you.

"I'd like you to meet former Naval Captain Kapsu Kim, and his son, Seokjin," her father said. "Gentlemen, this is my daughter, Y/N."

With a rosy smile, she held out her hand for us to kiss. My father did so with a gentlemanly manner. I only brought it up towards my lips, but didn't make contact. I didn't want to get myself in any more of a mess with a spirit world than necessary. (They didn't understand the plutonic gesture of hand-kissing, and I wasn't going to try and explain it to them again.)

"I was afraid he was exaggerating," my father said, "but I'm pleased to find that your father's quite accurate in his praises of you."

She brought a delicate hand to her emerald necklace. "My father should save some of those praises for himself. All of my accomplishments are from his spoils."

And yet you asked the entire room to leave you expensive gifts, I thought.

I wasn't buying this woman's charms. It was obvious how interested in money she was.

My father and hers joked together about their time in their navy, helping me piece together why my father had agreed to this arrangement. Her father was a dear friend and ill. The woman, however, didn't seem suitable in my opinion.

And there was no way I was going to allow my father to marry a siren. To mix more people I knew with the spiritual world would only end in disaster.

It always had.

"Have you danced yet, my dear?" Y/N's father asked.

She patted his arm affectionately. "Looking for a suitable partner, Father. All in good time."

"Perhaps someone nearby would be suitable?"

"Are you volunteering, Father?"

"Me? Heavens no. You know I haven't the slightest ounce of rhythm."

Her father looked at mine.

My father shifted uncomfortably. "As much as I would enjoy asking for the first dance, I'm afraid I've forgotten all the steps after this blasted knee injury. Seokjin, my boy, would you do the honor?"

Why was I getting involved in this again?

I took another sip of wine and put down the glass. I held out my hand, her aura turning even rosier. Even if I couldn't read her aura, I could read her eyes. There was anticipation in them every time she looked at me.

I wondered how long it would take for her to realize what I was... and how mortified she would be when she found out.

"I warn you," I whispered to her as I escorted her to the dance floor. "Once we dance, you'll lose interest in taking my hand again."

"Is your dancing so bad?" she said with a flirtatious giggle.

I tried to hold back my smile, amused that she didn't realize how much danger she was truly in.

"No," I said in her ear. "But once you find out who I am, you'll keep your distance... just like everybody else."