God's Bargain

(7)

yibo was staring at the mountain of papers and the pages flipping and flapping with the wind, then he was blinking at them and they're flying off his coffee table and not even a single cell on his body cares

he was too distracted. distracted by the beautiful peony tattooed on his body and yibo can't just take his mind off of it. it was just too fascinating that yibo can't help but to take a picture of it and put it as his phone wallpaper. as he finished setting it up, a notification from seungyoon had pop out on his screen

seungyoon's message "one day, I'll kill this man i swear! don't tell the police!" was boldly displayed and was covering the pic of his bare waist painted by Sean's mark

yibo ignored him, swipe the notification to the side and he was looking at the bloodied flower once again

"does all of his worshipers have this too?" he was blurting to himself as he traced the too perfect patterns and the pad of his thumb moved against the cold to touch of his screen

then yibo was scoffing as he found it ridiculous

so what if he's the only one who have that mark? so what if there's someone out there, walking across the street who was carrying the same art tattooed against their skin? so what? yibo doesn't care and it doesn't matter as his attention shifted back to the paper laying messily across the living room

he picked the ones who had fallen out and started organizing them again before he starts brainstorming for his work and without taking a last glance over that picture as he tapped on his laptop

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yibo blinked his eyes open and blinked them closed again almost immediately as the moon's light hit his sight straight. his arms covered his eyes as a reflex and he was rolling down on his stomach to avoid its light. a hiss leaves his mouth this time as his cheek scrapped against the rock buried not deep enough within the land resulting for a small cut already forming on his skin

worrying for an infection, yibo pushed his body up as the pain bring his senses wide awake and did he starts to question his surroundings

and he swears, he didn't sleep in his small backyard. his backyard was taken care of with freshly cutted grass and not this all soil and for the record, all the stones we're thrown away when yibo tripped on them once when he got home drunk

so what the fuck?

yibo can't help but to touch the newly burning feeling on his cheek and hiss for the 2nd time as the tip of his fingers traced the cut, smeared of blood on his forefinger

"are you okay?" someone ask behind him and yibo recognize that voice, his voice

oh. so he's on a dream once again. make sense

a breeze of wind caressed his face, transforming into what seemed to be a fragile but hard hand that tipped his head back. yibo found himself looking up to a white flowy veil that was teasing his skin with feather touch

yibo blink unconsciously as the veil's hem came across his eye lids and he comes back to his senses and forced them open but the veil was once again on it's place, no more dancing with the wind's breeze like there's suddenly a magic put on it, and yibo frowned disappointedly as the chance to get a glimpse of the god's face slipped away between his fingers

"let's go inside" the god named sean said and he was walking back to the temple

yibo tamped the pout down that was forming on his face as he take the cloudless night, moon shining above him accompanied by stars that sparkled around him

he patted his pajamas off any dust before following the latter inside the temple

the inside was light with multiple candles and it was enough for yibo to clearly distinguish the different dishes on top of the kangji. hot and cold dishes, meat and vegetable dishes, soup, thick soup and milk, rice, and some fruits that looked tasty enough for him to salivates