taetaeggukie (ao3)
It wasn't like Jeongguk planned this.
He definitely did not plan this.
Falling in love with a human was on his not-to-do list, which consisted only of three things.
1. Don't let Jimin play with Fluffy - his brother might even revive his three-headed dog.
2. Never eat Chipotle before going to bed - it gives you terrible digesting problems.
3. Never, never fall for a human.
The third rule was common among all sorts of gods and even as a God of Death, he would usually stick to it.
Usually.
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It wasn't like Jeongguk planned this.
He definitely did not plan this.
Falling in love with a human was on his not-to-do list, which consisted only of three things.
1. Don't let Jimin play with Fluffy - his brother might even revive his three-headed dog.
2. Never eat Chipotle before going to bed - it gives you terrible digesting problems.
3. Never, never fall for a human.
The third rule was common among all sorts of gods and even as a God of Death, he would usually stick to it.
Usually.
Somehow the piercing eyes of a human (he literally went to Earth once, what the fuck) noticed him as he was sitting under an oak tree, minding his own damn business.
The numbers above humans' heads floated for only two gods to see.
Him and of course his brother Jimin that was a tiny bit older than him (it was about 21 years, before the first thing that certified as a human died - eaten by a tiger. Yeah, humans were weird).
He wasn't around before, simply because he only cared (did he, though?) about human deaths and not animal ones. That was the work of a lovely girl, whose name he forgot simply because he didn't really give a shit about it, but he noted she looked dead inside, more than Jeongguk that is. Which was hardly achieved, she needed a reward.
The numbers above the human's head told Jeongguk the lifespan of that same person.
God of Death always looked down upon humans, he had never seen them as something that was worth living (which was ironic since he had to take care of them as they died).
The place he resided in was a lot like Earth, he thought. Sure, there were no clouds or the sun - the atmosphere was duller, it felt dead (pun intended).
Of course, the place - in these millions of years that he existed he had never named it, never saw the point - had different sections.
These were divided by how you died - very brutal death, well-it-hurt-but-still death, accidental death or a normal peaceful death where you just die in your sleep.
The only thing that kept him entertained over these years was the weirdness of deaths.
Some guy swam in his pool as he got electrocuted because the electricity tower fell and hit the water.
Seriously, just like that.
The man of little to no feelings he was, he barely felt any remorse for people that had died. Had he felt anything for all the soulless people in his realm, he would have probably been slowly dying from sadness - nevermind that he was immortal.
