Deorum

son of apollo

Jung Hoseok.

Son of Apollo.

The twenty-four-year-old was pretty determined for his age, his brunette hair stood over his sun-kissed cheeks, laying down in the fields of Olympus, his father, Apollo would usually come to grab him for dinner after a few hours, finding him under a tree, or in the lavender fields, where he laid, the sun blinding him but he didn't mind.

He usually brought a leather journal and one of his yellow pencil's, feeling the metal sun hang onto the silver cord, it clinked against his pencil.

"Stupid shitty poem, I can't find anything to write about."

Jung Hoseok was also easily frustrated, he never knew what to write about. Whether it was just random things, his friends, or how the glass prism in his room would display a beautiful rainbow onto his hand painted dome ceiling, he always thought he was writing shit.

He looked around, hearing far away chatter.

He decided to ignore it, thinking that impressing his father was more important, even though his father didn't exactly care if he could write or not.

If anything, Apollo, the god of music, truth, and prophecy, healing, the sun and light, plague, poetry, and more, didn't care if his son didn't follow in his footsteps.

He only cared if his son was happy.

Hoseok was thankful for that.

He smiled to himself softly, his mildly curly hair tickling his forehead, his ember eyes seeming to spark, he found an inspiration;

His father.

Ever since Hoseok was a child he was close to his father, always looking up to him, trying to invest in the things he liked, and honestly, Hoseok was good at some of the things he was known for. He could write poetry, but of course, his self-discipline took over and he thought he was horrible, he was amazing at archery, writing music and playing piano with his best friend Min Yoongi, he was good at things, and you couldn't hide the fact that he was like his father.

Sure they might be different in huge ways, ethnicity, race, the color of their goddamned hair, but Apollo loved his son unconditionally.

His eyes are as blue as the ocean,

He tells me to love myself,

And I listen.

He holds me when I'm crying, even when I'm not his six year old anymore.

Hoseok sighed, looking away, he honestly didn't know how to explain his father, he was made up of so many things; that Hoseok loved and needed in a father.

He bit the eraser of his pencil, knowing that the glitter from it was probably all over his tongue, he furrowed his eyebrows, a deep realization of stupidity appeared in his mind, instantly throwing the pencil and making raspberries, wiping his tongue onto his shirt, which wasn't the best thing to do, but Hoseok not thinking about his actions, he just did it.

Which was the worst thing, to do right now.

Why?

Because Min Yoongi was right fucking behind him, along with Kim Taehyung, two sons of the big three.

Hoseok froze, Taehyung started to laugh, and Yoongi just watched him with a smirk on his face.

"Looks like Hobi eats his own shirt now,  didn't you pack Ambrosia with you?" Taehyung asked softly, his coral blue t-shirt blinding Hoseok's eyes.

The comment made Hoseok mentally groan, "Yes, and I am not eating my shirt! I just, bit my eraser-" He mumbled, making Yoongi snort, and he never laughs. I mean, being the son of Hades, Yoongi didn't speak that much, but Hoseok knew, he just knew that he wasn't always like that. He was probably the moon, yes, a planet to Hoseok. He would explain later.

"You're so stupid sometimes it hurts-" He mumbled, his voice deep and husky, making Hoseok roll his eyes. "Anyway, we were gonna meet up with Jungkook, Seokjin, Namjoon, and Jimin to get some food, and then return to Korea since my dad told me our parents had some 'business', to take care of," Taehyung informed, helping Hoseok up.

"It sucks, I kind of like Olympus.." Yoongi said softly, sighing as he fixed his black jacket. God. Hoseok always wondered how in the world Min Yoongi could stand wearing a black jacket AND black jeans in the summertime, also knowing it was Olympus. He sighed, frowning at the pale skinned boy. But he let him have his way.

"We should get going before Jimin starts blowing up my phone."