jisoo as A P O L L O
seokmin as H Y U C I N T H
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GOD AU!
slight angst warning.
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in the beautiful field full of the spring flowers stood two lovers. young god jisoo (apollo) and his spouse seokmin (hyucinth).
the pair laid in the flower filled field. the day was perfect. sunny without a cloud in the sky. the grass was green and best of all, there wasn't another soul in sight.
"oh jisoo! do teach me how to throw the discus!"
jisoo chuckled at the younger. seokmin was his love, he was absolutely infatuated with him. he was so perfect in every single way. he was an athletic young man who had a face sculpted - well obviously - by the gods themselves.
"okay my seokmin. i shall teach you how to throw the discus."
the pair played and played to their hearts content in the field. the sun soon grew to set on the horizon.
"one last throw my love. it's getting dark and you need your rest." jisoo spoke.
with that, jisoo threw the discus and seokmin ran after it. neither of the pair expected it to hit seokmin in the head.
he layed on the ground clutching his head where the heavy metal discus had hit him. jisoo ran after him.
"seokmin!"
the boy, eversmiling, looked up at his lover.
"jisoo. my love. i'm afraid this is the last of my days."
and unfortunately the boy was right. the gash on his head was beyond the fixings of medicine. the boy didn't stop smiling though. like a flower who's bloom has been snipped off. his face grew pale and his eyes tired.
"i've had a great life. thank you jisoo.."
and his words started to fade
"my seokmin. a flower will grow with my regrets inscribed on it and my lyre shall play to honor you. i have no regrets except for being the cause of thou pain."
as jisoo held his young spartan lover, the iris-resembling flowers sprouted around them. they too wept with the young god.
after hours of holding his young lovers body, he set the love of his life gently on the ground. surrounded by the flowers, seokmin's body seemed at peace.
the young jisoo was distressed though. he was the cause of his lover's final pain. he wept and wept for days.
every year, he visits the same field to see the flowers bloom. he always brought his lyre and honored his late seokmin.
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[a/n]
we read about apollo and hyucinth today and i was inspired to write my own little seoksoo version.
i hope you liked it!
