Anointed (An Enhypen x Reader Story)

Fifty-Fifty

Word count: 2460

Chapter warnings: mild language, mild themes, mention of drugs

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As they arrived at the hotel, her confusion hadn't subsided, but her nerves had settled a bit. If anything, she was likely in shock, but at the very least if these men had intended to harm her, they would have done so already. Walking towards the foyer, Jungwon and Heeseung were chattering back and forth, no doubt about things she shouldn't waste time trying to understand. The women at the front desk whispered to each other as they approached the elevator, causing her to be a bit self-conscious. No doubt the three of them looked insane. Pressing the button, she quickly stepped in, followed nonchalantly by the other two.

"So there's seven of you in total?" She asked, trying to fill her awkward silence by participating in the conversation.

"Six right now." Heeseung corrected. "Don't you listen?"

"Don't be rude." Jungwon chastised him, reaching into his pocket and pulling out something she didn't recognize. That is, until he pressed it to his mouth, blowing out an entrancing cloud of glitter.

"Is that like... a celestial vape?" She asked, bewildered.

"A what?" He responded, equally as oblivious.

"You know, a vape? It's like a cigarette, but digital."

"Oh. You humans and your odd technology." He shook his head. "No, there's no nicotine in this, and it wouldn't affect me, even if there were."

"You really shouldn't smoke that." Heeseung pointed out. "It's not meant for us."

"You're gods and you haven't figured out how to make non-toxic drugs?" She cut in.

"We don't use drugs." Heeseung scoffed. "There's ambrosia in it, which is why he uses it, but everything else in there is meant for angels. It can have detrimental effects on a divine soul."

"Well, I haven't died yet." The man deadpanned, slipping it back into his pocket.

"Yet." She didn't even want to touch that topic. It was clearly sensitive for both of them. Still, she couldn't help but wonder about the mechanics of it. Was it addictive? Obviously, gods didn't have normal brains, but was there still an executive center of function that could be hindered by something like that? And did he have to make it himself, or was there some sort of market and manufacturing system in their celestial world? If she had seen correctly, it had been branded, too, so were there competing companies?

As she let her wandering mind drift off, the elevator let out a clear ding, doors sliding open and revealing a long, cookie-cutter hallway. Stepping out, Jungwon took the lead, unintentionally trying to put some physical distance between himself and Heeseung. She followed without thinking, looking around at the bland walls and dull carpeting.

"We're at the end of the hall." He informed her as they walked. "Jake likes to look out the window at the birds."

"What is he, a do-" Heeseung began to say, and then stopped himself. Not only was it a terrible joke, but one that half his audience wouldn't even understand. When they reached the door, Jungwon pulled the keycard out of his pocket, but paused. Turning to her, he warned,

"As regal as the idea of gods may seem to a human, they can be... a bit of a handful." He admitted. "Just try and take everything with a grain of salt." Looking to Heeseung, he asked, "Is that a thing people still say?"

"I believe so, your majesty." He returned sarcastically, an attitude the other chose to ignore. Tapping the keycard, the red light flashed green, lock clicking open. The door had barely opened three inches when she heard a young, excited male voice cry out,