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Chapter 9

Namjoon was in his home, it was designed by him. It was closer to the small forest behind it than the city. To the normal human's eyes, it was nothing more than an abandoned piece of land with metal gates that are ten feet high. A "No trespassing, private property" was sprayed on the said gate in red.

But to some, it was a grand house with two floors, a terrace, and a decent size swimming pool at the back. You can pretty well guest that Namjoon is a minimalist judging by the interior and it had a hint of solitude.

Fate was lying in his back on the couch in the living room, not doing anything in particular just staring at the ceiling above. He took in the fine details of his chandelier, crystals hanging from it.

He wanted to be a deity once so he tried to earn points while playing Cupid and being the good guy everyone wants him to be. Well he wanted to. Now, he wants to be reincarnated as an ordinary human.

He wants to grow up, have loving parents, stress over unfinished homeworks, then he'd eventually start to worry about bills and taxes, about how bias the government and society actually is.

What seemed to be ordinary to people seemed so special to him.

Three thousand years felt too lonely and he's currently waiting for his retirement that will never come. Right now, he's thinking about what humans always think. The world is really unfair.

To think about it, he's not the only one who's in charge for people's fate. There must be at least a hundred in South Korea only and he was the Fate. Namjoon's the one who gives the highest orders.

It was unfair, seeing that there are at least three thousand grim reapers in the country and he realized a lot of people die everyday.

His thoughts drifted to the head grim reaper all of a sudden and fear chewed up his heart.

What would Seokjin do?

Death has a rather cleaner records to the deities above than him. And Taehyung was right, that guy has a serious case of anger issues.

He could easily make a request to someone high ranking above to punish me for my careless decisions.

Fate and death never crossed paths. It's more common to get bitten by a shark than having the two of them at the same place at the same time. Fate is cool with it but it's Death that finds it irking. Namjoon doesn't even understand why the other would get bothered by it so much.

His thoughts were interrupted by the sudden knocking at his door. His door. Who would pay a visit to him? At thirty eight minutes past noon?

"There's literally a doorbell. What kind of old-fashioned being is this?" He groaned, if this was someone sent from the people above to talk about his issues, he swears he's gonna fucking combust into ashes.

Namjoon walked-- more like dragged his feet to reach the thick Oakwood door and pulled it open. But as soon as he did, his eyes went wide when he saw the person in front if him. If this was another situation, Namjoon would be glad to ask him on a date.

Death was literally on his doorsteps, his dark cloak looks like the darkest thing Namjoon ever saw. The only thing in him that has color onto it other than black was his staff. The staff itself is black but the handle was a rich emerald stone sitting on top of it.

Namjoon felt a rush of strong breeze hit his face, his hair was pushed back by the wind and he can practically see the air forming in little tornadoes. Death had a pleased look on his face when he saw Fate squinted his eyes.

"Ugh curse your dramatic entrance!" The sound of sputtering can be heard from Namjoon. "There's dust in my eyes and I think a piece of leaf just went inside my mouth!" Namjoon complained, wiping his tongue with the back of his hand.

While the other acted like he didn't hear anything from him. Death cleared his throat and looked at Namjoon with a proud grin. "I believe I'm the person you need."

"I'm sorry but I don't need someone role-playing Nanny McPhee. Have a good day!" Namjoon grabbed the handle of his door but before he could fully close it, Death pushed the end of his staff to prevent it from doing so.

Namjoon had no options left but to open it again and look at the cold glare he's receiving.

"I advice you to be careful with your words."

"Whatever, just tell them to speak to me directly rather than send some kind of messenger in between. Gods? More like lazy employees. Are you new? How come I've never seen you before?"

"Seokjin."

And at that name, Namjoon felt his throat ran dry and his eyes felt like almost popping out of their sockets and magically, it sent an unwanted shiver ran down his spine. The air around them felt a few degrees colder or maybe it was only in his mind that he imagined it.

"Ah, Seok-" Namjoon coughed, for some reason his throat felt itchy. "Seokjin. Ah yes."

There was an awkward silence after that. Seokjin standing straightly, he stared at the other continually. Namjoon shifted his weight from his left foot to the right.

"You don't happen to be Kim Seokjin who walks around with silver cards and dressed all in boring black and the one that some say have anger issues, do you?"

"Yes, I happen to be that person." Namjoon's left eye made a twitch. "So move aside, you imbecile! Someone needs to teach you a thing or two about chivalry."

Seokjin whacked Namjoon's legs with his stick that caused him to stumble a few feet backwards with an ow! and Seokjin took this as a cue to enter. He breathed in when he's finally inside, his curious eyes wandered and took in the new environment. Seokjin heard Namjoon closing the door.

"So um, Mr. Kim what brings you here?"

"Don't call me that, it makes me sound old." Death ordered.

"But aren't you old-- Ow! Hey stop it!" Namjoon exclaimed when Seokjin hit him again on his sides, and it wasn't the soft playful kind of hit. He rubbed the abused spot with a pained expression.

"Stop blubbering nonsense." Seokjin gracefully took a seat on the couch while Namjoon is still standing near the doorway looking blanked out. "Isn't it common courtesy to bring me something to drink and eat?"

And Namjoon thought his day couldn't get any worse. He vowed to himself that this encounter would be the first and last.