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Hades and Persephone - Part 2

Continuation of part 1

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The next morning, Hoseok found a fresh set of clothes. It sat neatly on the chair near the bed. It was in brighter colors than the natural colors of the Underworld. The loose vest was black with golden swirls on both sides of the front and the pants were black as well. There was also a white, flowy shirt with it too.

It fit him perfectly to say the least.

Hoseok walked to the throne room where Yoongi sat there, shuffling through papers. He had on a deep red coat with black designs on it. It fit him perfectly too.

Yoongi looked up and ran his eyes over Hoseok.

“They fit,” he said surprisingly.

“They do,” Hoseok said, smiling. “Thank you.”

Yoongi gave him a half smile. “You're free to roam around if you wish. Unless you'd rather to have me show you around?”

“If that doesn't bother you, I would like so.”

“Alright.”

He showed almost every room in the palace. The one that he didn't know was Yoongi's own bedroom. That remained a mystery. He passed through the garden behind the palace. Even though the flowers there was the same as the ones growing home, they were more...exquisite. It brought loving colors to the black castle.

Hoseok saw many arrays of roses, carnations, lilies, peonies, everything imaginable. He kneeled to admire the roses that were bunched together in a red hue. They were soft at his touch.

“Do you like them?”

“They're beautiful.”

“That seems to be your favorite word Hoseok.”

“Well everything here is beautiful Yoongi.”

He chuckled.

As they explored more of the garden, there was a large tree with pomegranates. He would take one but he knew about eating food from someone's captor. You'd have to return for doing so.

Yoongi noticed Hoseok staring. He took note and cautioned forward.

When they got back inside, Yoongi excused himself to attend unfinished business. Hoseok walked back outside to the garden, to the pomegranate tree. He picked one off and split it in half once he sat at the bench in front of the tree. The seeds gleamed at him.

Do it. Eat this and be bound here.

What would he get from being tied here? No, he wouldn't be tied down. Yoongi wasn't his captor. He came down here willingly. Yoongi wouldn't be his captor. He was his guest of course. But Hoseok remembered the longing look Yoongi had when he first saw him. He remembered the smiles that made him melt earlier. He remembered how nice he was.

He remembered how he saved him.

He wasn't his captor. Yoongi was his savior.

So he ate the pomegranate seeds. One. Then two. Three. And four. He would've eaten another one--

“Hoseok.”

He whirled around and saw a wide-eyed Yoongi. He said nothing.

“Hoseok.”

His voice broke in disbelief.

“What have you done.”

Hoseok said nothing.

“Hoseok answer me.”

He looked beautiful with the flowers around him.

“Please.”