Deorum

son of poseidon

Kim Taehyung.

Son of Poseidon.

The nineteen-year-old was freshly bold, always entering a room with a smile on his face or a scent of salt wavering in his hair. If you wanted to, you could describe Taehyung as perfect, created with time, he was beautiful almost. He had a perfect deep voice, great at swimming and impressing his father.

"Hoseok, you don't need that much lip gloss-"

Jung Hoseok was in his room, trying to add faint makeup as he liked to meet the beauty standards in Korea, or anywhere. Taehyung and Yoongi were sitting on his bed, playing with the blankets, Hoseok rolled his eyes. "It's not even that much!" He protested, frowning as he went back to cleaning the edges of his lips with a cotton swab.

"Let him do what he wants, son of Poseidon."

A light, airy and soft voice echoed through Hoseok's room. Followed by the words that made Taehyung become flustered, a soft laugh echoed as well.

It was the man himself.

Apollo.

Hoseok perked up, his eyes brightening like the sun itself, no wonder Hoseok was a living sun to him and his friends.

"Dad!" He shouted, running into his arms. The blonde, curly-haired god smiled back at his son, running his hands through his son's hair. Even though they were different, like all of them and their fathers were, they still loved each other no matter what. What made them seem different than everyone and their son is that Apollo still loved to treat Hoseok like a six-year-old. He loved to get him pale yellow things and cool contraptions. To teach him piano even though Hoseok was already good at it.

"Hey, also Taehyung your dad is having a word with me, actually we all are. I suggest you guys get to Korea before you're forced back." Apollo informed, fixing his robe. Hoseok nodded, grabbing his coat and his phone. "We'll get going now, thank you Apollo," Yoongi said softly, fixing his black coat as well. Apollo nodded and the three walked out, heading to the restaurant Jimin was practically begging for them to go to.

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It was pretty cold in Korea, for some reason, just a bit too chilly for Taehyung and his friends. In Olympus, it was almost always warm, never hot, and if it got too hot, they wouldn't mind. Hoseok was the first to walk in, ah. Hotpot. Taehyung's favorite. He smiled at the smell of meats and spices filling the air, making him lick his lips. "Hyung!" a familiar voice shouted. It was Jimin. Jimin is the son of Zeus, connecting Poseidon and Hades, they are the famous sons of the big three. Jimin smiled, hugging Hoseok tightly. They were two years apart, and Hoseok didn't really care what Jimin called him.

"Ah! Seokjin started cooking too! Come before he eats all of it.." Jimin sighed, grabbing Taehyung's hand and pulling him to their table. Yoongi and Hoseok looked at each other, laughing before Yoongi stepped forward. "You have some lip gloss here." He mumbled, taking his thumb and wiping it away. The sparkles rested on his thumb now, Hoseok giving Yoongi an annoyed look. "You look stupid with it on, and clearly you're not good at putting the damn thing on yourself." He added, smiling a fake little smile before walking off. Hoseok grumbled,

"Dumb bitch."