Omens Between Gods

十

Yoongi had arrived just in time for the first course to begin. As the gods hunted down their seats, Yoongi slipped in. Having sat through a handful of these meals, the higher gods were usually placed towards the left-front side of the table, which notified Yoongi that he would be placed at the end of the table. As luck would have it, Yoongi had been placed at the very end of the table. The only thing Yoongi had been wrong about was the layout of the table.

The more powerful gods weren't all placed at the left head, as Kim Taehyung found himself walking his way to the right-handed side, a pout gracing his attractive face. They had placed Taehyung on the opposite end to prevent another occurrence like before from taking place. Taehyung didn't like it, as any other event, he would have been elbow-to-elbow with the other higher-ranked gods. So why was he being forced to the kiddy part of the table? He didn't like it, but he knew throwing a fit over his placement on the table would have made him seem childish. Taehyung was set across from Yoongi, and at first, the god of lies didn't notice who he was sitting across from.

Slaves flooded out of the kitchen rolling trays with steaming bowls of soup with them. The scent of the soup alone caused Taehyung's stomach to growl slightly. It had been a while since he's had the opportunity to feast on Yukgaejang. They just had to start with one of the most classic festival dishes. The slaves passed the soups to the supreme gods first, who didn't touch the dish. It was more than rude to begin feasting before everyone has been served a bowl. Taehyung had unfortunately learned that the hard way, but he knew better than to repeat his past mistakes.

Once the last dish was placed, a silence overwent the table. All eyes turned towards the god at the head of the table. The most powerful of gods sat in the chair, his eyes directed towards a window over the top of the nearest god's head. A disinterested look was on his face, as he clearly didn't want to be sitting at the table. Kwon Ji-Yong turned his attention back towards the table, giving them all the smallest of nods, but it was enough. All the gods took it as an okay sign, and they dug.

Taehyung glanced down at his table set up, carefully selecting the soup spoon instead of the teaspoon. Taehyung smiled down at his soup, the scent of it making him more and more hungry by the second. All he wanted was to dine in, but he halted when he noticed the person across from him. The god, one Taehyung had never seen before, was simply staring down at his bowl. His eyes were wide with happiness, and with shaky hands, he grabs the soup spoon.

Taehyung shakes himself out of it and begins to sip the soup off of the spoon. All around him, gods chatter lightly about how they'd been doing and what their power is like, a lot, in a way, bragging about their abilities.

Only a single god wasn't speaking, and it was the one across from Taehyung. While everyone around Yoongi spoke happily with each other, none even remotely offered to talk to him. While others knew who Yoongi was, what type of god he was, Taehyung was about as oblivious as a brick. He had no idea who the god across from him was.

Taehyung looked around, wondered why no one was communicating with the small looking god. He was kind of cute, but not Taehyung's type. He preferred someone who was about his height, maybe a little shorter — someone who was a social butterfly, extroverted. No offense to the god across from him, but he seemed as introverted as someone could be.

"Hey," Taehyung whispered across the table, hoping that it would get the smaller god's attention. After a couple of seconds, it became pretty clear that the smaller god wasn't paying his surroundings any attention. "HEY!!" Taehyung said loudly, and this time, the smaller god's head snapped up to look at Taehyung.

Yoongi tilted his head slightly at the larger looking god sitting across from him. The steam from the soup rose between them, blurring Yoongi's vision somewhat, but even from across the table, Yoongi could tell the god was attractive. Then again, all gods were attractive in their own rights.

"Yes?" Yoongi asked quietly, not knowing who the guy across from him was. The guy didn't seem like an overly powerful god, but Yoongi could sense the power flooding off the god, it was sinister, but not in the same way Yoongi was used to feeling. It was just, perfidious in away.

"Why is no one talking to you?" Taehyung asked without thinking about the words he spoke. Taehyung was obnoxiously blunt, not realizing the potential toll the words would take on the smaller male. Yoongi flinched backward slightly, which went unnoticed by Taehyung, who had temporarily glanced down to get another spoonful of the spicy, beefy soup.

"Why does it matter?" Yoongi asked, feeling slightly hurt at the other god's words. First, all the gods at Honraoi, now a complete stranger? Yoongi didn't know how much he could take. All he had wanted was to eat his dinner in peace, and now he felt like a complete outcast. He had noticed that everyone was avoiding communicating with him, but he didn't think it would be called out. Was the god mentioning it to make fun of him?

Taehyung was taken aback by the snappish tone the other god used. He stirred his soup while looking at the male, his brown eyes staring back at Taehyung. "It doesn't, I was just curious, I'm Taehyung," Taehyung said calmly, ignoring the bubbling urge in his soul to lie. That was one of the most significant downsides to Taehyung's powers. His powers encouraged not only everyone around him to lie, but it also tempted himself.

Yoongi looked at the guy suspiciously. He didn't know whether or not to trust the god, Taehyung, or otherwise. " 'm Yoongi," Yoongi mumbled quietly, beginning to eat his soup, knowing the next course would begin soon, as many of the other gods were starting to finish their dish. Taehyung's face lit up with joy, glad the other god replied.

"Nice to meet you Yoongi, I hope you and me can get to know each other," Taehyung smiled brightly at the smaller god, which caused faint redness to develop on his cheeks. He wasn't used to getting talked to so . . . friendly by another god, especially a stranger.

It was . . . nice.