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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/M, Multi, M/M
  Fandom:
      방탄소년단_|_Bangtan_Boys_|_BTS
  Relationship:
      Jeon_Jungkook/Jung_Hoseok/Kim_Namjoon/Kim_Seokjin/Kim_Taehyung/Min
      Yoongi/Park_Jimin, Min_Yoongi_|_Suga/Park_Jimin/Original_Female_Character
      (s), Min_Yoongi_|_Suga/Park_Jimin, Jung_Hoseok_|_J-Hope/Kim_Taehyung_|_V
  Character:
      Min_Yoongi_|_Suga, Park_Jimin_(BTS), Jeon_Jungkook, Kim_Taehyung_|_V, Kim
      Namjoon_|_Rap_Monster, Kim_Seokjin_|_Jin, Jung_Hoseok_|_J-Hope, Original
      Female_Character(s)
  Additional Tags:
      Alternate_Universe_-_Animals, Animal_Transformation, fruit_basket_au,
      Days_of_the_week, Mythology_-_Freeform, Elemental_Magic, Shameless_Smut,
      Threesome_-_F/M/M, Polyamory, Cat/Human_Hybrids, Overstimulation, weird
      hybrid_sex, idk_i_am_sorry, Bottom_Yoongi, Minor_Hoseok/Taehyung, Jimin/
      Yoongi_Angst, Greek_Mythology_-_Freeform, Zodiac_signs_on_crack, Jungkook
      Is_a_Little_Shit
  Series:
      Part 1 of Out_of_My_Element_Series
  Stats:
      Published: 2016-05-30 Updated: 2016-06-02 Chapters: 2/? Words: 14504
****** Tuesday Mornings ******
by Octodog98
Summary
     All Kim Nari wanted was to shelter a stray cat from the cold. Instead
     she became responsible for a hot-headed, silver-haired hotshot who
     claimed he was the all powerful Lord of Tuesday, King of the Felidae.
     Whatever the hell that meant.
Notes
     So this basically stemmed from a Fruit Basket au into a mythology/
     elemental magic au since I cannot do all the zodiac signs for BTS;
     there are only seven of them. I decided to do the days of the week
     instead. This is mixed of all kinds of mythology, from Greek to
     Native American and etc. Really it is just my own creation.
     Days of the week are inspired by the hangul derived from chinese
     characters that mean elements of nature.
     This should help:
     Sunday 일요일 (Chinese for 일 = 日 - sun)
     Monday 월요일 (月 - moon)
     Tuesday 화요일 (火 - fire)
     Wednesday 수요일 (水 - water)
     Thursday 목요일 (木 - wood)
     Friday 금요일 (金 - gold)
     Saturday 토요일 (土 - earth (soil))
     Taken from this website: https://zkorean.com/reference/
     vocabulary_lists/days_of_the_week
     I am not plagiarizing, just referencing. Thank you.
See the end of the work for more notes
***** Fire and Water (the moon is better than both) *****
I met him on a Tuesday morning, if you haven't already guessed. I didn't meet
him in any special way. Nothing was fated or planned. I just sort of came
across a strange looking cat on my way home. Its fur was black with streaks of
yellow, orange and red.
"Hey kitty," I cooed. "What are you doing out here in the cold?" It wasn't
exactly an exaggeration. White layers of frost marked every inch of pavement,
icicles hanging from the eaves of houses and buildings, murky ice blocking each
store window. I was shivering in my full winter coat and boots, though I had on
about three layers already. I pictured curling up on the sofa by the warmth of
the heater, underneath my trusty quilt. I felt a pang of guilt. This poor thing
was going to freeze to death out here while I snuggled in endless warmth. I had
to do something.
I approached the cat slowly, but it hissed, the hairs on its tail standing up
on end. How could I get him to come home with me if he was aggressive? I
kneeled down to eye level with the small animal, entranced by its yellow eyes.
There was something mesmerizing about them; a superior glint, as if he knew I
were just a dim-witted, simpleton girl with no knowledge of the world. That
unsettled me a bit, but I figured all cats had that sort of attitude, so I
didn't really pay much attention to it at the time.
"I promise I won't hurt you. I just want to get you out of this cold, okay?
Come here, baby." I held my hands out expectantly, hoping to God this cat
didn't have rabies.
The cat made a small noise that sounded like hmpf! I let out a sigh of
exasperation. "Look cat, if you don't come with me you're going to freeze. I'm
giving you an opportunity to sleep in a warm house tonight, well-fed and
comfortable. You'd be crazy to pass that up," I explained, as if it could
understand me. 
Yellow eyes watched me warily and a set of black ears twitched. I noticed his
right ear was missing about a centimeter on its right side. What had happened
to this cat? 
Before I could speculate further, the cat started stalking towards me, stopping
to sniff around my boots, my hands, my legs. I reached out to pet him (I just
knew it was a boy somehow), halfway scared that he would claw the shit out of
my hand, but he simply sniffed it, and knelt his head down for me to pet. I
rubbed from his ears, down his velvety back to the tip of his tail. He let out
a smallmeow and rubbed up against me lovingly. Shit that was adorable. 
I picked him up easily, pressing him to my chest and kissing the crown of his
head right between his ears. "Let's go home, baby." 
... 
All went well for the most part. Blackfire, whom I had named after my favorite
Teen Titan character, was pretty well-behaved despite being a stray. He lazed
around patiently as I prepared food for him (some cooked salmon from a
restaurant, served with an ice-cold bowl of milk). He even looked at me for
permission before approaching said plate. I had no idea a cat could possess
such manners when in the presence of food, but this cat proved me wrong. He
didn't climb up on things or scratch at walls, nor did he make any move to play
with the hanging tassels from my tablecloth that I was sure he would tear. He
did none of these things. Instead, he almost acted human. 
"Blackfire?" I questioned when I saw him sitting atop my desk, poised over the
keyboard as if he meant to type something. The cat did not turn at the
endearment. I did not think he liked it very much. I couldn't understand why.
He had black fur with streaks of orange like fire. It was literally the perfect
nickname. But alas, if he did not respond then there was no point.
"Baby?" I called instead, reverting back to the original name I had called him.
He turned at that, staring directly into my eyes with that familiar intelligent
glint. He jerked his head in the direction of the computer, almost as if he
were telling me to come closer. But how in the world would a cat know how to do
that?
I think he saw something akin to fear in my eyes, because he hopped down from
his pedestal, prowling towards me as if I were a mouse instead of a five-foot
tall human. The cat reached my legs and rubbed against me soothingly, tail
wrapping around me jeans and swishing impatiently.
"Okay, okay," I conceded. "What is it that you wanted to show me?" I walked
over to the computer with him on my heels, curious and slightly frightened at
the same time. How did a cat know how to operate technology? How was it
intelligent enough to recognize my feelings of apprehension and calm me down
accordingly? Since when were animals that smart?
Not that animals aren't smart. But this was not exactly typical behavior.
Blackfire was acting like he was human.
I clicked a button on the keyboard, bringing up someone's Facebook page. I felt
a shiver run down my back because I sure as shit did not pull this website up.
The profile on screen was of a boy named Min Yoongi. He was exceptionally good
looking, first of all, with a pair of plump lips and a gummy smile. But what
got me was his right ear, which was missing a bite-sized fraction on its right
side. I could only stare, uncomprehendingly (more like I didn't want to
comprehend because shit that is scary). 
A nudge to my hand had me flinching back, scared out of my mind. What in the
fuck had I brought into my house? A shape-shifting boy?
"I don't- I can't do this." I looked down at the cat, who was looking back at
me with an almost annoyed expression. "Yeah, nope. Nooope," I said, slowly
inching backward towards the nearest doorway.
I didn't make it very far.
A large crackling boom sounded next to my head, causing me to cower with my
hands over my ears. I looked over my shoulder to see a large burn mark in my
wall, sizzling. What even...?
I looked back to Blackfire, alarmed. He stared back with challenging, yellow
eyes. Did he really just...?
I was beyond terrified at this point. I knew the minute I laid eyes on him that
there was something dark about this small creature (aside from the color of his
fur) that was not to be taken lightly. Something sinister, something powerful.
And that something, apparently, was the fact that he was a boy. Not a cat.
Also, he can hurl fireballs. 
I put my hands up, closing my eyes. "Look, I don't want any trouble. I just
wanted to help you. I won't tell anyone who you are or whatever so please don't
kill me. I promise I am trustworthy. I took you in, didn't I? So why don't we
just forget this ever happened and-"
Something brushed up against my leg, once. Then again from the back. I opened
my eyes and peered down to see Bla-Yoongi, circling my legs, appearing
apologetic. His eyes were the size of saucers, shining with unspoken words, a
thousand meaningful phrases. With a soft meow he raised himself up on his hind
legs and balanced two paws on my jeans; a plea if I've ever seen one. 
I wasn't going to give in. I wasn't. No way- oh goddamn it. 
I was picking him up before I knew it, kissing him between his ears. "It's
okay," I assured, though I wasn't so sure if it was. Somehow he also convinced
me to let him nap on top of me, with a glossy look in those yellow eyes and a
soft mewl. 
And thus my animal tormentor was born. His name was Min Yoongi, apparently. And
boy was he temperamental.
Every time I would wander off on my own he would somehow find me, peering
around the corner to pin me with a threatening glower. I had never been so
scared of an animal before in my life. He was everywhere. He was outside the
bathroom looking up at me after I had finished peeing. He was next to me on the
couch, growling when I refused to pet his hair as I had done once before. He
liked strokes to his ears especially.
He was one hell of a cat. I couldn't imagine what he would be like as a boy.
Evil glare, check.
Sassy attitude, double check.
Ego the size titanic, triple check.
Oh and let's not forget the fire powers. Cause I sure as hell hadn't forgotten.
I was now noticing things that I hadn't noticed before. Like the cat's
excessive amount of body heat. And his tendency to stare whenever I bent over
to pick something up that had fallen. Oh yes. He was perverted too.
When I was laying down to go to bed, I stopped him from entering my room with a
foot. "Uh, where the hell do you think you're going?"
Yoongi looked up at me with a blank expression as if to say,are you stupid? 
"No, absolutely not. I have been lenient up until this point but I refuse to
sleep in the same bed as a grown man. Begone demon!" I said, kicking him as
gently as I could before slamming and locking the door. 
I settled down into my bed, thinking about all the bad decisions I had made
today. Picking up a stray cat off the street. Taking him home without knowing
who he belonged to or what diseases he may have had. I had really been stupid
today. If this were a horror movie, which actually wasn't that far off, I was
the girl that was going to be killed first.
Kim Nari, you are one hell of an idiot, I thought as I closed my eyes. 
...
There were a lot of things I expected to wake up to, but a naked man in my bed
was not one of them. 
I woke up to a light pressure on my lips, caressing them. Something rough but
not unpleasant. I sighed, moving closer to the unknown in content, caught
midway between sleep and wakefulness. When I felt something nip at my boob
though, my eyes shot open immediately. What the fuck? 
My vision was hazy with sleep still, but I could make out a pale figure before
me, face hovering over mine, yellow eyes glowing. The yellow eyes had me
yelping, vision clearing to see the man from the Facebook profile- Min Yoongi-
real and in the flesh, in the very much flesh. In fact, nothing but flesh...
"Oh my god! Why are you naked?" I shrieked, covering my eyes. 
A low rumble answered, "It isn't like my transformations supply me with magical
clothing. I was naked while I was in my felidae form, and so I am naked now.
What is the difference?" I felt him grab my hand and reach for his head of
hair, forcing me to pet him. "See? It's the same." 
I snatched my hand back, staring at him incredulously. "It sure as fuck isn't
the same as before. You were a cat, a tiny creature less than a foot tall. Now
you're a man, and you're naked, and you're laying down next to me like
nothing's wrong but something is wrong," I assured him. "Something is very
wrong with this picture sir, and I need you to please put on some clothes at
once!" 
He gave me an appalled expression, nose scrunching up and eyebrows furrowing.
"That requires me getting up. Which I do not feel like doing at the moment,"
Yoongi disagreed, flashing me a mischievous grin before leaning down and biting
at my clothed nipple again. "Let's get back to the fun stuff." 
Slap! "How dare you touch me inappropriately! You're seven years older than me.
I'm only sixteen buddy; come back in two years," I snapped, crossing my arms
over my violated chest. "I can't believe the nerve."
His eyes glowed yellow before settling into a warm honey brown. "Do you have
any idea who I am?"
"No," I huffed. "And I don't care. I sheltered you for a night out of the
kindness of my heart and you try to molest me in my own bed."
"Molest? What is that?" Yoongi asked, blinking at me with his pretty eyes.
Yeah, it wasn't going to work. 
"That's when you harass a woman who doesn't want to have sex with you. Like
this one right here," I said, pointing to myself. "So get out of my house,
buster."
Yoongi shook his head, turning to lay on his back with an arm concealing his
face. "I cannot believe the gall of mortals these days. Denying the request of
a deity."
I puckered my lips in distaste. "Yeah, just because you turn into a cat doesn't
mean you're a god. You're just a shape-shifter, like a werewolf or something.
It's fantasy; make-believe stuff. Nothing to do with gods and goddesses."
A rumble rose up from Yoongi's chest that sounded an awful lot like a growl. "I
am Min Yoongi, Lord of Tuesday, King of the Felidae and you will treat me with
respect, mortal!"
I barely suppressed a giggle. "Lord of Tuesday? But Tuesday is one of the worst
days of the week. Why not be Lord of Friday or Saturday?" I suggested.
"I do not choose what day I have reign over. I was born this way. Tuesday is
the day I am the strongest, in my truest form and with full range of my powers.
The other days of the week dull in comparison," Yoongi explained.
"Yeah okay, back to the matter at hand. Either you get up and find some clothes
in the next two minutes, or I dial the police. Your call."
Yoongi snorted, eyes glowing again. I had a feeling he did that whenever he
became agitated or angry. "Why would the King of the Felidae fear mortal
police? What can they do to stop me?"
"Well they can tranquilize you for one. Once they find out about your cat
transformations, I give it about a week before they start testing you in the
labs." The expression on his face was classic.
"Testing? Testing what?" Yoongi demanded. I shrugged. "Maybe whether shape-
shifting boys need dicks or not, for instance."
You wouldn't believe how fast he got up, sprinted to my closet and put on my
sweats. Apparently castration was a threat to all species, even the Lord of
Tuesday.
...
I was beginning to get used to Yoongi's presence around the house. I had found
him some actual clothing that suited him (from the discount store because this
high school student is broke) as well as some food that he seemed to like a lot
(any type of meat, usually with a lot of spice). Despite the- ahem- groping, of
the previous night, Yoongi was perfectly polite to me. He sat silently beside
me on the couch while I did homework, only requiring a notebook and paper to
keep him occupied. He used and cleaned the restroom accordingly. He did his own
laundry, cooked his own food, and even took care of my needs at times, like
now, when I was practically dying from period cramps. 
Yes, I said it. It isn't like I could hide it from him anyway. I mean, he could
literally smell the pheromones pouring from my body. More often than not I saw
him shifting uncomfortably, edging ever so slightly away from me while we were
sitting on the couch. Finally I confronted him and demanded to know why. 
Yoongi explained it blatantly. "I am a full-grown felidae male. It is in my
nature to be attracted to females in heat." When I told him that it wasn't
heat, it was my period, he waved a hand at me. "Same difference. You release
the same scent as a female cat ready to mate. I have to be cautious around you
when you're in this state." 
And cautious he was. So cautious that I barely saw him for the rest of the
week. He slipped in and out of my bedroom while I was in the living room, and
slipped into the living room when I was in my bedroom. The only indication I
had of him still living there were the little cups of herbal tea that would
magically appear beside me. Or the constant rise of the thermostat when I
wasn't paying attention. I didn't know what he was doing at first, until I
caught him looking up home remedies for cramps, and I felt something flutter
inside of me, like a giant butterfly trying to escape from the confines of my
stomach. That's when I knew I was in trouble. 
I would catch myself looking at him all the time after that. The soft curve of
his cheekbones. The pink hue of his lips. The way his eyes curved downwards
like they were tiny, beautiful frowns. And honestly, I didn't even have the
courtesy to stop there. 
I was so entranced by his toned thighs in his torn jeans one day that I missed
him calling my name. I had no idea how long I had been staring at his pale
knees, or the tight fabric across his thighs, but by the time I finally looked
up he was giving me a knowing smirk. "Now who's molesting whom?" He spoke in a
low voice, practically a purr. I shivered in my seat, averting my eyes. 
"Sorry," I said quickly, hopping up from the couch and straight up sprinting to
my room, slamming the door behind me. Fucking hell. 
Was that my only infraction? No of course not. It happened again the next day,
when I caught myself staring at his cute little ass in his tight jeans as he
bent down to fix his socks (they always slipped off of his large feet). 
The third time it happened was later that night, after he had gotten out of the
shower. In my defense, I had no idea he was in there. The lights were off in
the bathroom and the water had already stopped running. And on top of it all,
this idiot left the door unlocked. 
I walked in, turning on the light so I could pee when I bumped into something
soft and very very wet- Yoongi's naked body. 
I had seen his body once before in my bedroom, but it didn't quite leave the
same impression as it was leaving now. He wasn't bulky or ripped, but he sure
as fuck was fit, all lean muscle and toned, taut skin. He was paler than
anything I had ever seen before, but there was something about it that was
bewitching. I found myself wanting to mark that perfectly unblemished skin,
starting from the warm flesh of his neck and trailing down to a toned chest,
flat stomach, narrow hips, soft thighs. It was only when he snapped his fingers
that I broke from my silent trance. 
"Are you okay? Do you want me to put on clothes? Are you still uncomfortable?"
Yoongi asked, gray bangs dripping water droplets that ran down his body, that
pale, lean, beautiful body that I so badly wanted to touch in that moment. 
I cleared my throat. "No, I um... you don't have to. I came in unannounced." 
Yoongi shook his head, spraying me with little drops of water unintentionally.
"There's no way you could have known I was in here. I usually bathe with the
lights off. I should have told you this before." 
I was trembling where I stood, trying to restrain myself. He was so close- a
foot away. I could so easily push him up against the tile wall and devour those
plush lips, leave bruises on that pale neck. 
Get it together, Kim Nari. He doesn't want that. 
But doesn't he though? Wasn't he the one that had invited himself into my bed,
touched my lips while I was unconscious, and bit my nipple? 
Yeah, but that doesn't mean he wants you to take advantage of him. 
But doesn't it? He asked for it!
My internal argument with myself was getting out of hand. I had to make a
decision, because the longer I stood there, the longer my resolve would waver. 
I was so caught up in my own thoughts that I didn't notice Yoongi getting
closer until he had brushed his lips lightly against mine, chaste and sweet.
"You're thinking too much," He breathed. "If you want me then just say so.
Don't beat yourself up over it." He rubbed his nose against mine lovingly, and
I felt the same overwhelming adoration I had for that small black cat that
curled up with me on the couch. 
I caught his lips between mine again, bruising him with the force of it. It
wasn't so much a kiss as a meeting of two magnets, both attracted by the same
undeniable force. I reached up and took hold of the back of his neck, tilting
my head to better slant my lips against his, to better work my tongue into his
mouth. He easily kissed me back, his jaw working with the effort, his tongue
sliding against mine so expertly that it should have been illegal. I sighed
into his mouth, unable to hold back a broken moan as I ran my hands down his
lithe body, stopping at the curve of his back right above his ass. His skin was
so warm beneath mine that it felt like flames were licking my palms every time
I touched him. 
Yoongi pulled back from my lips with me trailing after him mindlessly, lips
parted still, unwilling to stop. He appeased me with a small kiss to the apple
of my cheek, one that had my insides blooming like a thousand bouquets of
hyacinths and poppies and baby's breath; an entourage of powerful emotions that
transcended words. 
"What do you wanna do?" He asked, his voice impossibly low, so low that I felt
heat in the pit of stomach just from the sound. "Do you want me to touch you?" 
"Please," I cut him off, before he could continue, staring into his honey brown
eyes that had just the slightest tint of yellow in them. "Please." It was all I
could say. 
He understood. His mouth resumed its ministrations full force, kneading my lips
like pliable dough. His tongue was a slick, dangerous thing that reached out
and touched mine at the most unexpected moments, like a flame flickering here
and there. Every part of him was warmth, dripping with a brilliant affection
that burned my very soul. 
I was so horny that we didn't even make it back to my bedroom. I made him take
me right there against the bathroom wall, hoisting me up until my feet dangled
in the air, my bare back sliding up and down against the tile as he thrust into
me. We were both drenched in sweat and moisture, slippery against each other,
causing wet slapping sounds to erupt in the tense silence every time his balls
slapped against my ass. Yoongi kept his eyes on me as he slowed the speed of
his thrusts, slowing to make me feel every inch of his dick sliding out of me
before slipping back in seconds later, forcing me to listen to the wet squelch
as he pounded into my core, lighting it ablaze with pain and pleasure mixed. 
"Y-Yoongi," I said shakily, closing my eyes because the sensation of his
thrusts, the skimming of his fingers against my sides, the weight of his gaze-
it was all too much. 
"Mmm?" He answered casually, as if he weren't currently pounding the shit out
of me like a wild animal. 
"I'm gonna come," I said, though it wasn't very legible due to my voice
cracking in the middle. He understood me anyway. 
"Okay," Yoongi answered softly, sounding fond. His lips brushed against mine
sloppily, not kissing but caressing lightly, playfully. "Permission granted." 
I opened my eyes to glare at him, despite the situation, despite my impending
dilemma. "I didn't ask for your permission," I corrected him. 
Yoongi raised an eyebrow, suddenly stilling inside me, though I could still
feel him throbbing from almost being at the brink of the end. I groaned in
frustration; I shouldn't have said anything. 
"No Yoongi keep going, fuck!" I cried. "I was so close!" 
He dashed a mischievous grin at me. "I know." 
"Don't do this Yoongi, come on baby." At the sound of his formerly used
nickname he literally lifted me off of his dick and dropped me back down, my
ass meeting his hips at just the right angle to have me crying out, back
arching off the wall, becoming limp. 
"You never call me that anymore." Yoongi nuzzled my chest affectionately before
biting at my right nipple, sucking the bud into his mouth to roll it between
his teeth. He released it when I twitched in his grasp, blowing heat onto it
afterwards as if blowing candles out on a birthday cake, making a wish. "I like
it when you call me that." 
I heard the request in his voice even though he hadn't directly stated it. My
hands found the nape of his neck, playing with gray baby hairs there.
"Baby..." 
Yoongi suddenly thrust up into me so fast that tiles cracked behind my back, my
eyes rolling to the back of my head. He laid a hand on the tile wall beside my
head, the other one keeping a steady grip on my waist. As he sped up, his hand
scorched a mark into the wall; a fat ass hand print that would be impossible to
explain to the landlords. "Fuck Yoongi," I said in annoyance and pleasure.
"Nari-ah," Yoongi finally bellowed, the first time he had said my name, ever.
He had always referred to me as 'mortal' or 'you', never having a reason to say
my name before and never really wanting to. Until now.
The sound of my name on his lips was all it took for me to come, pleasure
raking over me in intense waves of heat, my core twitching as he continued to
plunge into my hole to achieve his own release. He was pounding so hard and so
deep that tears ran down my cheeks from the over stimulation, both wanting to
escape and not wanting to at the same time. I was helpless to do anything,
completely lax and utterly spent. Still he kept going, and I could feel the
beginnings of another release starting, so I opened my mouth to express my
dissent, but my mouth was being occupied by Yoongi's tongue, and my breasts
were being caressed so softly, and my core was so stimulated and overused that
I couldn't speak. 
Bursts of light bled into my eyes, impairing my vision as I came a second time,
absolutely unable to take anymore. Yoongi let up finally, spilling into me in
bursts. 
After that I blacked out, cause yeah, that shit was exhausting. 
...
I woke up in bed beneath the covers. I snuggled into the pillow before I
remembered I had a boyfriend (he was right? right?) lying next to me that I
could cuddle with, so I rolled over with a brilliant smile on my face only to
be met with cold air, no Yoongi, and a cold piece of mattress. The smile
dropped from my face as fast as it had appeared. Did he really just leave? 
A familiar meow sounded and I leaned over the side of the bed to see yellow
eyes peering up at me sadly, ears flattened to a small black cat's head. 
I closed my eyes, unable to stop the tears from coming, turning back over to
try and hide them from a certain king of the felidae. But Yoongi was much too
perceptive for that, of course. I felt the light shake from him leaping up onto
the bed and brushing against my back apologetically.
Maybe I was overreacting. It was my own fault after all. I hadn't kept track of
the time, so enraptured by Yoongi that I didn't remember that things existed
outside of us, that other things mattered, that he was a cat, and I was just a
girl. 
I felt Yoongi settle against my back, unable to comfort me in the way he wanted
to, whining softly. I let the sound of his somber wails lull me back to sleep,
finding there was no use in being awake today if Yoongi couldn't be there with
me. 
...
In my dream, I was laying on the sand, surrounded by the sound of waves
crashing against my bare toes, making me squeal in delight. I heard a high
keening, a pleasant sound like someone singing, and a light bubbled up from
afar in the water, as if Aphrodite herself were going to emerge from the foam.
But the figure that came out was not Aphrodite. 
It was a wolf. A beautiful, silver and white wolf that gleamed in the sun like
an angel, eyes such a piercing, electric blue that I felt like I was staring
into a laser beam. I couldn't move, literally, as he stalked towards me. I had
no idea whether his intentions were pure or malicious, whether he intended to
tear his canines into my flesh or whether he would be harmless and domesticated
like a pet. I somehow sensed neither were correct or even close, and I was
reminded of the stark intelligence of a certain cat's yellow eyes as I stared
into ice blue ones. And then I knew what he was. 
I was weak in this dream state, comatose and languid. I felt my eyes drooping,
my head falling back into the sand. What felt like hours later I felt something
crawling to hover over me, something much larger than a wolf.
I opened my eyes to see a boy with crescent moon eyes and bright blue pupils
above me, a relaxed smile adorning his handsome face. "Hi," He said sweetly,
leaning down to kiss me, the sensation of his plump lips against mine like the
first drop of water after a week of thirst. It was soothing, much different
than the searing warmth of Yoongi's tongue. It cooled me down. 
"Uh, hello. Who are you?" I asked. 
If possible his smile grew brighter, eyes disappearing completely into those
beautiful crescents. "I am Jimin, Lord of Wednesday, King of the Canidae. I am
a brother of Yoongi's." 
"Ohhh. So like, he's the pretty version of Hephaestus, and you're Poseidon?" I
questioned, curious as to how all these deities were approaching me all of a
sudden, and how they came to be. 
His laughter was like the tinkling of glasses on a holiday; warm, light and
embracing. "No silly girl. We are not mythological beings. We are real entities
that rule the Earth. Even if we were a part of this world I'm pretty sure we'd
be classified as Korean, not Greek."
Ah yes, he was Asian. But Zeus could always take any form he so wished; what
made them so different? Who created them? How was it that I of all people
encountered these gods? Why were they so interested in me? 
Furthermore, if Yoongi was the Lord of Tuesday and Jimin was the Lord of
Wednesday, where were the other five gods? What would they be like?
"Your mind seems very cluttered my sweet Nari- can I call you Nari-ah?- I think
I can help."
Yeah, 'help'. Is that what people call it nowadays. 
It started off innocent enough. A simple forehead massage (hey, don't knock it
till you try it with the King of Canidae cause it is very effective) and a
shoulder massage soon became him running hands up and down my body gentle
enough to seem innocent, which soon became him leaning down to whisper in my
ear, breath cool like the whisper of a winter wind. "My sweet Nari-ah. You're
so beautiful." 
Not as beautiful as you, I thought as I stared into his darkening eyes,
suddenly as dark and vast as the Earth had been before God created land; as
mysterious as a world full of nothing but darkness and water. The blue hue had
faded, replaced by the tender gaze of a boy with the thickest pink lips I had
ever seen, so plump and full. His dark eyelashes helped his air of mystique,
clouding both his eyes and his thoughts as he leaned down to capture my lips
with his, consuming me, drowning me in his beauty like a siren out for the
kill.
I could do nothing but compare him to Yoongi, my love, who I was now betraying.
While Yoongi was a soft kindling warmth, startling me with bursts of passion so
intense I felt like I was burning, Jimin was like drinking in rain, feeling the
drops pelt my skin, drenching my clothes, wetting my eyelashes and making them
flutter. Jimin may not have been Poseidon, but he sure as hell was close
enough.
He coaxed me out of my clothes with whispered words and sweet caresses,
promises of a love so true and a passion so real I would never forget. I had
the choice to say no, to turn him away and wake up to my cat and lover Yoongi,
but I didn't. There was something about Jimin, something so breathtaking that
it hurt not to look.
Tears ran down my cheeks as Jimin rocked into me, gentle and sensual like the
flow and ebb of the ocean's waves. He kissed my face all over, light butterfly
kisses that left my skin wet and tingling. He buried his plump lips into the
crook of my neck as he pulled out and thrust into me hard enough to push me
across the sand a few inches.
His lips were the most sinful of all, my favorite part of him. Well of course
there was his body, a true masterpiece of thick biceps, hardened abdomen
muscles and thick (thick) thighs, not to mention that phenomenal ass... 
Anyway, despite the sex on legs down below, I was in love with his soft lips
burrowed into my neck, his tongue licking the grains of sand off my skin,
sucking midnight bruises like creating constellations in the sky. Unlike the
harshness of Yoongi (not complaining though), he was a far more gentle lover,
more practiced and at ease, more sensual in that regard.
I ended my wet (truly wet) dream with another man's name on my lips and guilt
weighing my heart.
...
Yeah, to say Yoongi didn't take it well was the definition of an
understatement. He was furious. But for some reason he wasn't furious at me.
That's the part I didn't understand. 
Flames danced across his palms as he kindled and extinguished them over and
over, mumbling about goddamn mutts and their lack of manners. He hardly took
notice of me, who was silently analyzing his strange behavior. 
Was this really a matter of Jimin's morals? I suppose, but as his presumed
lover I thought he would feel more anger and hurt towards me for sleeping with
someone else, even in a dream. He explained that this was a part of their
powers; the lure of mortals. Yoongi had chosen not to use this power on me,
determined to make me want him of my own free will, not by magic. 
"What a low-down, dirty trick he pulled. It's just like a mutt to pull this
kind of underhanded bullshit. I can't believe the gall!" Yoongi was literally
steaming, his eyes completely yellow, searing with fiery anger. I approached
him slowly, stupidly, searching for the remnants of that small black cat that
had tried to comfort me, praying he was still in there somewhere.
I breathed in, then out. Then I laid a hand on his shoulder, ignoring the
uncomfortable heat that burned my palm. "Baby... I'm sorry." 
The flames dissipated at once, leaving embers in the air. The uncomfortable
scorch lessened until it was a gentle, familiar warmth. He was stiff beneath my
fingers, and I knew by his silence that all was not yet forgiven. "I'm sorry,"
I repeated. "I should have pushed him away, I should have fought the desire-" 
"A mere mortal cannot fight the power of an all-powerful Lord and King. There
was nothing you could have changed. He took advantage of you. Stop beating
yourself up over it because it wasn't your fault," Yoongi commanded. I withdrew
my hand, weighing his words. 
He turned and looked at me. "Come here Nari-ah."
I walked around the couch, falling into his lap and burying my face into his
warm neck. I left a kiss there, then another, feather-light and timid, as if he
would push me away. 
Yoongi kissed the top of my head. "I can hear you thinking. I know what you're
thinking about, and I want you to stop thinking it."
I shook my head, nuzzling my nose against his skin, breathing in the heat. "I
can't." 
Yoongi pulled back to look at me. "You can, Nari-ah. You're choosing not to,"
He told me. "All you have to do is forgive yourself, because I was never angry
with you. I could never be angry with you. I love you."
The words unsettled me, taking me aback. "Yoongi-ah."
"Just shut up. Don't think anymore. You're thoughts are dangerous enemies that
I cannot fight," He declared, silencing me with his lips on mine, sealing the
deal. 
Yeah, I thought as the kiss grew intense, becoming something more, something to
truly authenticate our passion. I could say the same about you. 
 ...
Things went back to normal. There were no more visits in ny dreams, as Yoongi
cast some kind of warding spell that would burn the crap out of those who tried
to enter my mind undetected. I settled for a simple red and orange dream
catcher on my bed frame.
Yoongi was the best boyfriend I could ask for. He was patient and kind,
attentive and passionate, never leaving me lonely but never crowding me with
his presence. There were times when we would simply sit beside each other, both
engrossed in separate things (me-books, Yoongi-lyrics). There was no tension,
no awkwardness. Just content, full silence, basking in the aura of each other,
the love of doing the things we loved near the person we loved. 
Other times when we were so distracted by each other, consumed in the rise and
fall of our breaths, the subtle brush of clothed thighs, restless fingers
tapping out beats as we tried to resist, one of us (usually me but sometimes
Yoongi) would succumb to the sudden need and initiate a session of intense
love-making. Those nights (And mornings. And afternoons.) were full of touching
every inch of each other, learning likes and dislikes, mapping each other out
with an insatiable need.
One time Yoongi got so worked up (after our third time fucking that day) that
he half-turned back into a cat, becoming this weird in between, this cat hybrid
complete with black cat ears (one with a centimeter missing, of course),
impressively sharp teeth, sharp claws and a long black tail. He was startled at
first, irritated even, before he realized that being half cat had its
advantages. Like now, when his tail circled my cilt, tip circling the nub with
just enough pressure to make me come unhinged. Suffice it to say, the cat
attributes were not all that bad. 
I had basically wiped the King of Canidae from my mind, once again consumed by
all things Yoongi. That is, until I met another Lord of the Weekday. 
I was in the bathtub, relaxing my sore muscles that Yoongi had bit and slapped
and pounded into relentlessly. I was so lost in the soothing bubbles and warmth
that I missed the caress against my leg at first. Then I felt it against my
toes, tiny and weird but not altogether unpleasant.
I looked down into the murky bathwater to see the prettiest koi fish, bright
orange and iridescent white, swimming amongst the bubbles. Honestly I should
have expected to meet more of them, but I was so caught up in trying to not
remember the Lord of Wednesday that I forgot there were five others I had yet
to be acquainted with. Make that four others. 
I watched the koi swim for a while, mesmerized by the bright color of its
scales. After a while my skin got wrinkly, so I had to get out of the tub. I
couldn't drain the tub of water until tomorrow since he had to stay in this
form all day, so I had to leave him like that in the bathroom after I had
gotten dressed, whispering to him that it was alright and that I would be down
the hall if he needed me. Then I left in search of my neglected boyfriend. 
I didn't see Yoongi at first. I figured he may be sleeping or something, or
that he might have left and went to the store without me knowing. I searched in
the living room, the kitchen, the laundry room. Finally I came to the back hall
where my bedroom was located. I could hear faint thumping noises and low
groans. 
I crept closer to the door, listening intently. What I heard shocked me to the
core. 
"Ah, Yoongi-hyung you're so tight."  A faint slapping sound, like someone had
smacked a thigh or an ass, I wasn't sure which. I figured an ass since I heard
a low groan in response, the moans getting louder. 
"Jimin stop this," I heard Yoongi plead, only for him to cry out after another
slap, the thumps that I could now identify as the headboard hitting the wall
getting louder and louder.  
"Why? Afraid your new human toy will hear you getting fucked open like this?
Afraid she'll see who you really belong to?" Jimin practically growled, the
thumps getting louder and Yoongi's wails getting higher as well. I could not
stand idle anymore. I had to look. 
Yoongi getting fucked into my mattress was not something that I was prepared
for, despite hearing it beforehand. His small frame was completely dwarfed by
Jimin's muscular body, completely helpless as Jimin held him down by his back,
pistoning into him with the brutal force of a lover scorned. Jimin's thighs
looked glorious as they pounded Yoongi's ass again and again, unrelenting even
as Yoongi came onto the pristine white sheets (my favorite sheets, by the way)
and cried out from the over-sensitivity. Jimin was unconcerned about Yoongi's
comfort, only chasing his own release. 
He pulled out quickly, flipping Yoongi over abruptly and crawling up his body
until he sat on his chest, dick slapping Yoongi's chin. "Suck like the good
little slut you are," Jimin said, moving until he was crouched over Yoongi's
face, easing his dick down his throat. 
Yoongi groaned, eyes shut as his mouth was fucked thoroughly, Jimin's thick
thighs framing his head and forcing him to take it, unable to stop even if he
wanted to. But I don't think he wanted to, because his hands found the plump,
round globes that were Jimin's ass and grabbed both cheeks, guiding him to lean
further down, to fuck his mouth with abandon. Jimin did so with an inhuman
speed, cock disappearing behind Yoongi's stretched lips every half second,
hands grabbing the headboard as an anchor to keep rocking down into Yoongi's
eager mouth. Finally Jimin's head flew back and he groaned, spilling his seed
deep down Yoongi's throat, which caused Yoongi to find his second release, cum
painting his thighs and stomach. 
Jimin released Yoongi, bringing his dick from its resting place in his mouth
and moving to lay beside him in the bed. Jimin turned towards the doorway and
met my eyes, smirking. "I guess your human toy heard us after all." 
Yoongi sat up so fast that it was near impossible to tell he had just been
fucked like a doll in both his mouth and his asshole. I was litearlly frozen,
staring at my boyfriend and his lover like I had no idea who they were. Yoongi
met my eyes with overwhelming guilt. 
"Nari-ah," He whined. "It isn't what it looks like." 
I raised an eyebrow, statue coming to life. "Really? Because it looks like you
were just mouth-fucked by Jimin. Or was it all an illusion?" I said
sarcastically. "Don't lie to my face, Min Yoongi." 
Yoongi opened his mouth to speak, but Jimin beat him to it from his spot on my
bed, reclined and comfortable, the cocky bastard. "Mortal, if you wanted to
join I wouldn't have stopped you. But I must warn you, a lord's stamina is much
different than that of a human. And I won't be as gentle with you as I once
was." 
My eyebrow furrowed. "That was a dream. And I would hardly call that trick
gentle you manipulative bastard. If you had a problem with Yoongi because he
dumped you, then you should have just said so. There was no need to fuck me for
revenge. It was completely uncalled for and oddly childish," I snapped. "In
fact, I don't even know why you're here right now. Why don't you just disappear
into the ocean the way you first appeared? And why don't you do me another
favor and take Yoongi and that stupid koi fish in the bathroom with you. I'm
sick of being a plaything for all of you." 
With that I slammed the door, marching out of the apartment, in major need of
some air to clear my head.
...
I ended up at the convenience store getting ramen. I slurped the noodles
mindlessly, gaze fixed on the cars passing by as I ate. Nothing fixed a broken
heart like food.
"Excuse me miss. I was wondering if you were Kim Nari?" I heard a voice say,
and my expression steeled. I looked over to see a beautiful boy bathed in
moonlight from head toe, his red hair standing out like a beacon. 
"Who wants to know?" I asked, picking up another bunch of noodles and sucking
them into my mouth carelessly. The boy followed my movements with hungry eyes. 
He smiled and held out a hand for me, his mouth forming a unique box shape.
"I'm Taehyung, Lord of Monday, King of the Bovidae. Nice to meet you." I took
his fingers, finding them long and soft in my own. 
"What's a bovidae?" 
His laughter rang out into the still night, infectious and adorable. I couldn't
help but crack a smile at my own ignorance. "I'm ruler of cattle and cows, to
make it more precise. My powers are that of the moon. Any further questions?" 
I released his hand, realizing I had been squeezing it and that he had been
squeezing back. "Are you here to terrorize me as well?" 
Taehyung wrinkled his nose. "No my dear, I'm here to help you. I hear that my
brothers have made quite a mess of things." 
I stopped chewing. "Brothers? But Yoongi and Jimin were just fucking each
other. How the hell are they related?" 
Taehyung looked somewhat sheepish. "Yeah. Yoongi and Jimin are quite a special
case, aren't they? None of us are blood-related, but we are all a part of the
Weekday Brethren, rulers of our respective animals since the beginning of time,
or just as long as we can remember."
I resumed eating, both because I was hungry and because Taehyung looked like he
was seconds away from snatching the rest of my ramen and eating it for himself.
"Weekday Brethren? So that's the official title," I huffed. "So far the Weekday
Brethren have all been assholes, so I'm not exactly giving out warm welcomes
right now." 
Taehyung tapped his chin thoughtfully. "If I explain some things to you," he
said, "will you then give me a warm welcome?" 
I thought it over. It was more than either Yoongi or Jimin had offered me when
they first appeared. I decided to take a leap of faith. "Alright." 
The boy hopped up, clapping his humongous hands together in finality. "Great!
Let's get started shall we?" He exclaimed in a deep voice. He honestly sounded
like a forty year old and I was pretty sure he was no older than twenty five. 
I looked up at him from my seat. "Get started with what?" 
Taehyung waved his hand in the air, and suddenly we were sitting in a throne
room, complete with seven thrones in a large circle, three of them occupied by
bickering figures.
He looked at them distastefully for a second before turning to me with a
familiar smile. "Welcome to the Hall of Zodiac." 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
***** Sun versus Earth (the moon is still better than both) *****
Chapter Notes
     So much angst in this chapter. I promise I will move on to the good
     stuff in the third part. Also try not to read into the specifics of
     the Zodiac World too much because it is honestly not that well
     thought up because I just wanted to make a fruit basket au, I didn't
     expect to take it to the next level. All I wanted was a hybrid smut
     fic so please bear with me and focus on that. Also comment on what
     BTS member you want to have the next story based on. Clearly Yoongi
     and Jimin are off limits, but I was already thinking Jungkook or
     Hoseok.
See the end of the chapter for more notes
The Hall of Zodiac? What is that?
I waited for Taehyung to tend to his three bickering friends that seemed to be
on the verge of using their powers on each other. One was clad in a gold suit
tailored to his slim form. At closer inspection the suit seemed to be
opalescent, showing a different color every time I glanced at it. And were
those clouds moving across the fabric, or was I just crazy?
The one with green hair was tall and tanner than the rest, though not exactly
dark per se. He had slicked back strands of mint green hair that were gelled to
perfection, and the darkest, deepest emerald eyes I had ever seen. They flashed
for a second in anger at the golden-suited man before changing back into their
normal dark brown hue, at the touch of the third man, one with a simple brown
pair of trousers, a white dress shirt and brown tweed jacket. He had an
excessively handsome face, a pair of thick pink lips that were settled into a
grimace at the raised voices of the two men, and the brightest blonde hair I
had ever seen. It suited him very well, let me tell you.
"You always cause trouble with the mortals. You're supposed to set an example
as the leader, but you can never get your act together. The next brethren
meeting I'm voting to replace you as the All-Lord," the gold-suited man stated
with a deep scowl on his face, heart-shaped lips curled in anger.
The green-haired man's eyes flashed a dangerous, bright green, lighter in shade
than the last time. I figured the lighter his eyes were, the angrier he was.
Considering they were chartreuse this time, that wasn't a good thing.
"I don't cause trouble with mortals, they cause trouble with me. No one asked
that foul woman to approach me in that manner with such sinister intention. She
got what was coming to her," he said, his voice low and slick enough to sound
like a ghastly hiss.
The gold-suited man's eyes glowed dangerously in response, a bright searing
yellow. "That was not your call to make. We are a team, a council. You do not
decide the fate of mortals on your own. They are not your playthings. Goddammit
Namjoon!" His voice sounded thick with emotion.
The green-haired man named Namjoon glared back. "Mortals are useless beings.
Always have been. They do nothing but destroy everything we give them,
decimating their own selves with hatred and blood-thirst. I have done nothing
but give them the tools; I did not cause them to act they way they do. I was a
motivator, not a controller. I did not tell the mortals to blow each other to
smithereens but there they are, creating nukes. Give them a small morsel of
power and they manage to self-destruct all on their own. I believe they will be
the destruction of this planet, cutting down our natural habitats and burning
them to the ground for infrastructure and money. Our spirit animals are crying
out to us, begging for help and we just sit here and let them die. Never again
will I watch another snake parish in captivity. No longer will I have to watch
my children get attacked and stepped on for being who they are. I am sick and
tired of these mortals. I will no longer tolerate their presence on this
earth."
The temperature in the room grew excessively hot, causing me to break into a
sudden sweat as the golden-suited man started to glow an ethereal gold, as if
his very skin was made of sunlight and radiance. His eyes were liquid fire, his
hands holding balls of fire- no, not fire. Sun. They were mini-suns growing in
his hands, too bright to stare at for long, with enough heat to sear into any
living being. He let them hover in the air, waiting for command.
"Don't do this, Hoseok," the brown-suited man spoke up. "It doesn't have to
come to this. We can still discuss-"
Hoseok met his eyes and the man turned away, lest his eyes be burned by the
intensity of the light. "I'm sorry Seokjin, but Namjoon must be put in check. I
will not sit back and allow the destruction of all those innocent mortals.
Namjoon intends to wipe out innocent men, women and children and this is no
longer a matter that will be solved through discussion. Please step back
brother, I do not wish to hurt you."
Seokjin looked between Hoseok who was poised to fight and Namjoon who was
surrounded by pieces of the walls and the ground, rocks circling around him in
some sort of magnetic field, bumping into each other rhythmically, dangerously,
waiting to be used for attack as well. After careful deliberation Seokjin
stepped aside, not wanting to be killed in the midst of this fight.
I looked to Taehyung, tugging on his shirt childishly. "Do something!" I
whispered harshly. He looked down at met my eyes with a cocked eyebrow, lips
set in a handsome grin.
"Should I stop them?" He asked me, not bothering to lower his voice. "Tell me
what I should do Nari-ah. Should I let them fight, or should I stop them before
it starts? Which one would you rather see?"
"I want them to stop! Right now!" I demanded. Seokjin was suddenly at my right
side, peering down at me as well.
"Who is this, Taehyung? Why did you bring a mortal here? You know it is
forbidden."
Taehyung rolled his eyes. "So is fighting in the throne room but look what we
have here. And do not get me started on the two buffoons down on earth. So much
fighting, so much hatred. I've only been gone for a few goddamn hours."
I watched in horror as Hoseok unleashed one of his suns on Namjoon, sailing
towards him at a dangerous speed. Namjoon deflected it with a large rock,
causing an explosion that Taehyung shielded me from with a silver force field.
If Hoseok had powers of the moon and he was this powerful, then Taehyung had to
be just as powerful as him. So he could easily stop the fight. Yet he was
simply watching it unravel with indifferent, blank eyes.
"Taehyung!" I screamed as Namjoon sent a thousand rocks towards Hoseok just as
the other man sent a wave of heat to meet them, incinerating them in one fatal
swoop. I wasn't trying to be mean to Namjoon or anything but it was more than
clear who was going to win this fight. The powers of sun versus the powers of
earth? Yeah, clearly.
"Yes my dear?" He answered conversationally.
"Please do something!" I demanded of him. He met my eyes with silver orbs, much
different than his usual dark, wide eyes.
"Why should I? Wouldn't their deaths make your life easier? Two less weekday
brethren that can manipulate and use you? Isn't that what you want?" His voice
was as deep and powerful as the moon, the gravity of it shaking me to the
bones. I was trapped in his gaze, under his spell.
"No..."
He raised an eyebrow. "No? Then what is it that you want? I will only do as you
command, my beautiful Nari."
"I just want them to stop fighting. You have powers of the moon, right? Use
them to stop Hoseok," I told him. "And also, that wasn't a command. That was a
request."
"A request is a glamorized command, no? Putting please in front of your words
does not change the meaning behind them. Be who you are and say what you feel
because those who mind don't matter and those who matter don't mind," He said
with utmost seriousness. "Those are the words of my favorite mortal of all
time, Theodor Seuss Geisel. I find these words have more meaning than one would
think."
"Are you talking about Dr. Seuss right now? Seriously? Your friends are about
to kill each other and you're standing here calmly talking to me about a
children's author. What the hell is wrong with you?" I yelled. I couldn't take
it anymore. All this bullshit from all this outrageously powerful, yet
extremely stupid deities. I had finally had enough.
"First one of you pretends to love me and moves into my goddamn house. Then the
next visits me in my dreams and literally fucks with me using god knows what
kind of powers of manipulation. Then another pops up in my bathtub when I'm
trying to relax. Then I try and go to the goddamn convenience store to get some
ramen and the craziest one of all shows up and brings me here, where the last
three are fighting to the death-"
"Actually I had no part in this," Seokjin interjected and I pinned him with the
darkest glare.
"Shut the fuck up when I'm talking. I'm sick of all this bullshit. Fighting
each other in broad daylight and fucking with innocent women, are you deities
or are you children? Shameless motherfuckers is what you all are. If this is
what rules over the earth, watching over us when we pray at night, then kill me
right now. Everything I've ever believed is complete bullshit. Fuck religion
and fuck all of you."
There was an eerie silence in the room, and I stopped cursing long enough to
realize that I had gotten all of their attention. Namjoon and Hoseok were
staring at me with twin looks of disbelief, Namjoon's expression dangerously
angry and Hoseok's bordering on indignant. Seokjin was too busy examining his
nails to notice my impending demise, while Taehyung just looked too happy and
amused.
I suddenly remembered that these were literal gods that could kill me, and
finally shut up. I slowly inched towards Taehyung, hiding behind him.
"Sorryigotcarriedawayohmygodpleasedon'tkillme." I mumbled in quick shaky
breaths, burying my forehead between Taehyung's shoulder blades. Taehyung's
body shook with laughter, trembling beneath my embrace and making me grip him
tighter so he didn't move away.
"Don't be afraid Nari, I brought you here for this very purpose. Don't hide my
sweet," Taehyung said, reaching down to unwrap my arms from his body with an
inescapable yet gentle force. He tugged me until I stood at his side, but I
simply buried my face into his shoulder. Finally he accepted the embrace,
holding me to him, protecting me. Maybe my life wasn't going to end.
"This bold mortal cowers in submission after she has cursed us several ways.
Step aside Taehyung so that I can show her what true power is." Okay, never
mind.
"Namjoon, what she said is right. How can we rule the earth if we can't even
get along with each other?" Hoseok said, surprising me enough so that I cracked
one eye open, peeking at him. His eyes were brown, not yellow, and it did not
hurt to look. I had nothing to fear from him. Namjoon however...
He looked like a cross between his former self and a demon. He had sharp
incisors and eerie green eyes. His body blazed with a green hue, the mark of
his powers of earth. He was not happy. At all.
"Such a rash, bold mortal does not deserve to keep her tongue when such foul
words emerge from it. I will cut it out and let her bleed, and her blood will
fertilize the very earth that she has just insulted," Namjoon declared,
producing a emerald blade out of thin air, looking like he intended to do just
that. My eyes were wide with fear, and I gripped Taehyung tighter, wishing I
had just kept my mouth shut and let Namjoon get killed earlier.
The blade did not get a chance to approach my tongue. Instead Namjoon growled
in anger, his powers vanishing for a moment in his confusion. I watched as he
peered around the room, looking as if he lost something, wandering without
direction or purpose.
"Taehyung, give me my sight," Namjoon hissed when he comprehended what had
happened. I stepped out of Taehyung's embrace so that I could look at his face,
which had settled into a cold finality with uncaring silver eyes glaring in
Namjoon's direction.
"Until you learn to treat mortals with respect and apologize for frightening my
dear friend Nari, you will wander blind for the rest of your life. No light
will penetrate your eyes ever again, and you will know what it is to be
helpless and alone, just like the mortals are when you kill them in their
sleep. I banish you from the Hall of Zodiac until you learn this lesson.
Goodbye Kim Namjoon." And with that Namjoon disappeared, leaving a wispy curl
of silver smoke in his wake.
"Wow Taehyung, don't you think that was a bit harsh?" Seokjin asked, glaring at
me. Taehyung leveled him with a look.
"Did you want to join him in exile?" Taehyung threatened. Seokjin backed down
in submission, mumbling a small no and disappearing down one of the halls. That
left me, Taehyung and Heat Miser alone. I wasn't sure either of them were safe
to be around at this point. If I pissed either of them off I was pretty much
fucked.
Hoseok approached slowly with a blinding smile, and not in the bad way. He held
a hand out for me to shake, looking somewhat sheepish. "Sorry for all this. I
didn't meant to scare you. I'm Jung Hoseok, Lord of Sunday, King of the
Accipitridae. I wish we could have met under different circumstances than
these."
I took his hand, surprised to find his fingers soft and pleasantly warm mine. I
shook it with a small smile. "Same. I'm Kim Nari."
Hoseok smiled. "Nari-ah. Welcome. Are you hungry? You mentioned Taehyung
interrupted you during dinner. Here, follow me." He held my hand in his and
started to lead me towards one of the back rooms, likely a kitchen or dining
room of sorts. I followed him willingly, finding that his presence was nice and
not scary at all, but I still felt wary because Taehyung was not following us.
I turned to look back at him and he winked at me.
"I'll catch up with you," He promised before disappearing, leaving me with Heat
Miser and an unknown destination. Plus Seokjin, somewhere, glaring
disapprovingly.
...
Apparently the deities ate well, because the place Hoseok led me to was not a
dining room but a dining hall, with ceilings thirty feet high and a long wooden
table in the center of the room, topped with every food I could ever dream of.
Slabs of meat that fell of the bone, still sizzling on skewers. Entire wheels
of cheeses laid out on fancy china, next to bowls of soups and broths of all
colors and sizes. Don't even get me started on the amount of fruits on the
table. Not to mention the cakes and desserts. It was endless.
I looked over all the food and then up at Hoseok with hungry eyes. He laughed
lightheartedly. "Go ahead and dig in. Take however much you want; the food
always replaces itself anyway."
I was too busy packing my plate with meat and bread to pay attention to
Hoseok's words. I was ravenous. I hadn't eaten since my bowl of cereal with
Yoongi-
I suddenly remembered why I was here. I looked at Hoseok meaningfully, and he
seemed to understand what I wanted but refused to give me any answers until I
took a few bites of my food. He sat in the chair adjacent to me, since the one
across was at the other end of the hall. He tapped his fingers along the wood,
leaving tiny burn marks that disappeared after seconds. I guess the table had
powers too.
"No, that's Seokjin. He has dominion over all things wood. And unofficially all
things food as well." Hoseok answered my thoughts calmly, as if it were a
simple thing to read minds.
"Are all of you telepathic?" I asked, slurping on a light brown broth that
tasted an awful lot like chicken. Hoseok shook his head, fixing his tawny hair
with careful fingers.
"No, that's just me and Taehyung. Having powers over the moon and the sun gives
us stronger capabilities than our brothers, and often gives way to us
discovering more than one power within us. I can do countless things with
manipulation of the sun. Taehyung can do similar things as well. We can read
minds, influence thoughts, and sometimes control others if we're angry enough.
But such things are forbidden as a sort of checks and balances system we
incorporate here," Hoseok explained thoughtfully. "Otherwise we would grow to
vain and would try something like what Namjoon just did. Neither of us are
allowed to rule over the Weekday Brethren or any other members of the Zodiac."
I blinked. "Yeah okay, that's where I get confused. What do you mean by members
of the Zodiac? Do you mean zodiac signs? Like horoscopes and stuff?"
Hoseok contemplated before answering. "Yes and no. It is not exactly as mortals
think. Members of the Zodiac do not always pertain to the astrological signs
and symbols that you know so well. There are other members, not just those that
rule over each month cycle as you have learned before."
I was still kind of confused. "So, the regular zodiac signs, like Cancer and
Leo and Sagittarius and all that, those exist? But there are other members too?
Like the Weekday Brethren," I clarified.
Hoseok nodded. "Exactly. The zodiac signs you know are known as the Zodiac
Council. They rule over all members of the Zodiac and oversee everything. Our
powers were given to us by them. They were the first, something like the twelve
Olympian gods of Mount Olympus. They are the main rulers, but they are not the
only ones. Do you understand?"
The reference to Greek mythology (or was it myth?) was extremely helpful. I had
studied that in school so much that I knew everything there was to know about
ancient Greece and Rome. That's why I had been so quick to call Jimin Poseidon,
and Yoongi Hephaestus. I somehow could not imagine Hoseok as Apollo, although
Apollo was god of the sun. Hoseok was too powerful to be Apollo. I felt that he
was more like Helios, and Taehyung more like Selene than anything. The older,
more powerful gods.
“So, the first Zodiac signs were Greek?” I asked. “Then what came next?”
Hoseok shook his head. “The first zodiac signs perished because no one believed
in them. They could have been Sumerian, Babylonian, we will never know. All we
know is that the current Zodiac Council are the ones that have always been
there. They are the most well known zodiac and the most praised. However, that
does not necessarily make them the most powerful, I dare say.”
I thought this over. The zodiacs had more meaning than anyone ever knew. All
the combined astrology signs all over the world meant something. Each had a
deity that represented them, one that had powers and that watched over those in
its dominion. There were even zodiac deities for days of the week. They all
mattered. And when no one was left to believe in them; they disappeared as if
they had never existed.
“So, are there animals for shorter times than days of the week?” I asked.
Hoseok nodded.
“In Chinese Zodiac, there are rulers for hours months, days and hours. We
represent the days of the week as the Weekday Brethren, but there are Hour
Brethren and Month Brethren as well. As for the other Zodiac nationalities, I
know that Burmese Zodiac have eight members for days of the week because
Wednesday is split into morning and afternoon,” Hoseok continued. “Honestly I
can’t be bothered to keep track of the rest. We have just gotten into the habit
of introducing ourselves whenever we meet someone because there are just too
many of us.”
Ohhhhh. So that’s why they all introduced themselves so quickly around me.
I had given up on eating at this point. I was pretty full and I was too
interested in the zodiacs to focus on anything else at the moment. “So what are
the titles of Namjoon and Seokjin? And who was that in my bathtub?”
“Namjoon is Lord of Saturday, King of Pythonidae. He has powers of earth,
presently soil but other components as well, and he has dominion over all
snakes. His spirit animal is the python,” Hoseok explained calmly.
“Seokjin is Lord of Thursday, King of the Phascolarctidae.”
I stared at him in extreme confusion. “What the hell is that? Please just tell
me what his animal is, I don’t know anything about taxonomy. I didn’t pay
attention in biology so I have no idea what any of this means.”
Hoseok held up his hands in a calming gesture. “Whoa, whoa. I’ll tell you
plainly then. Should I just list us out from the beginning of the week to the
end?” I nodded in affirmation.
“Jung Hoseok, Sunday, birds, powers of the sun. Kim Taehyung, Monday, cows,
powers of the moon. Min Yoongi, Tuesday, cats, powers of fire. Park Jimin,
Wednesday, dogs, powers of water.” He stopped and took a break because he had
already said a lot and he was only halfway through the days of the week. He
continued after drinking some tea (or alcohol?)
“Kim Seokjin, Thursday, koalas, powers of wood. Jeon Jungkook, Friday, fish,
powers of gold. And finally Kim Namjoon, Saturday, serpents, powers of soil or
earth. That’s about as plain as it gets with us. Sorry for all the confusion.”
I shook my head. “No that was pretty great. I just needed to hear it precisely
instead of all this round about. I may have to write it down later so forgive
me if I mess something up in the meantime,” I warned with a laugh. He waved me
off with a soft smile, eyes twinkling.
“Don’t worry about it. Happens to everyone. Hey, did you want to see some
constellations? Put it all into perspective?” Hoseok suggested.
“Yeah, sounds great.”
The room I was brought into was the biggest planetarium I had ever seen in my
life. The ceiling appeared to be endlessly high, showcasing thousands of moving
constellations and stars, planets and moons, constantly sparkling and
shimmering. It was the prettiest thing I had ever seen in my life.
Hoseok stood behind me, gently guiding me to stand under the light of a certain
set of constellations.
“Have you heard of the four symbols of the Chinese Zodiac?” Hoseok whispered
into my ear, making me shiver. He was standing a bit too close, but I didn’t
say anything. He probably already knew what I was thinking anyway.
“Yeah. They’re mythological creatures right? Are those real too?”
Hoseok sighed. “I have no idea. But I like to think that they are.”
He pointed to the first one at the very top. I couldn’t tell what it was, but
when I squinted my eyes it kind of looked like a shell. Hoseok sent a tiny ball
of light and the constellation suddenly appeared before us in a 3-D mirage. A
turtle with a large black shell, with a serpent wrapped around its body.
“That’s the Black Tortoise of the north. His true name is Xuan Wu. The turtle
and serpent are supposed to symbolize longevity, so long as they work in
harmony.”
I couldn’t help but think of Namjoon, who Hoseok had said was the master of all
serpents. I knew this was not exactly related to him, but maybe he was lost
because he could not find the turtle that he was supposed to rule with. Maybe a
turtle is what he needed.
Hoseok patted me on the shoulder. “That’s a great idea. I’ll let some of the
brethren know to leave turtles on his front door step to keep him in line.”
After that, Hoseok pointed out the other three symbols: the Azure Dragon of the
east named Qing Long, the White Tiger of the west named Bai Hu, and the
Vermillion Bird of the South named Zhu Que. The ghosts of the constellations
danced around us merrily, leaving sparks in their wake, as if they were leaving
traces of their magic behind to enchant me.
Because if that was their intention, they were doing a pretty good job.
…
Taehyung returned with the two I least wanted to see, and a plus one. Yoongi
looked apologetic enough, desperately trying to catch my attention as I
promptly ignored him and pressed into Taehyung's side. I don’t know what it was
about Taehyung that made me feel so calm, but I wanted to be near him at all
times. He was like a life force to me.
Jimin, the asshole, looked as smug as ever. He also looked really good with
rumpled clothes, I had to begrudgingly admit.
Jeon Jungkook I presumed, the lord of the fish, was the only one I had not been
acquainted with. I had left him abandoned in my bathtub because I was too fed
up with Jimin and Yoongi, but God did I regret it now. Because dear God, this
boy looked like he was Adonis himself. His face was perfectly chiseled. His
jawline was sharp, lips a perfect berry red, eyes as deep and dark as the night
sky. He was literally the prettiest boy I had ever seen.
“Nari-ah, we need to talk,” I heard Yoongi say. I was too busy staring at
Jungkook to reply, caught up in his dark, doe eyes.
Jimin laughed as he followed the direction of my gaze. “She might just dump the
both of us, Yoongi. Looks like Jungkookie is her favorite.”
Jungkook raised an eyebrow and no no no he was too handsome no. He held a hand
out for me to shake with a wicked smile. “Jeon Jungkook, Lord of Friday, King
of the Cyprinidae.”
After a second he tacked on, “Koi fish specifically, all fish collectively.”
His teeth flashed in his next smile and I didn’t care what his spirit animal
was, he goddamn looked like a bunny in that moment. A cute, adorable,
delicious-looking bunny.
Damn, I should have stayed in the bathtub with him.
Giggles emerged from Taehyung shaking me out of my stupor. Shit he had just
read my thoughts.
“Shaddup, Kim Taehyung.”
I realized Jungkook still had a hand out, that he must have expected me to
shake. I couldn’t move though.
Taehyung gave me a nudge in his direction, well more accurately a push. Which
landed me directly in Jeon Jungkook’s arms exactly where I wanted to be.
He didn’t smell fishy like I expected. He smelled warm and inviting, like soft
ripples in the water of a fresh spring. He smelled like water lilies and lotus
flowers that lay atop the water, and I could imagine his koi form swimming
merrily amongst them all, content and happy with life. He smelled like
tranquility, and I didn’t even know it had a smell.
“Do you want to take a break with me after the brethren meeting? We could go
swimming?” Jungkook asked with a knowing glint in his eyes. I was staring up at
him, completely captured by his spell.
But suddenly I was yanked from his arms and into a set of familiar ones,
staring up into honey brown eyes.
“Kim Nari, I said that we need to talk. Don’t ignore me,” Yoongi demanded and I
sighed.
I closed my eyes, wishing I were anywhere else but here. “We have nothing to
talk about. I wish you and Jimin a happy life. I hope you don’t hurt any more
mortals.”
Jimin scoffed. “I’ll do what I like, thank you very much.”
That’s when Taehyung decided to interject. “Actually you won’t. You must have
forgotten, Park Jimin, but we have rules as Weekday Brethren. Hoseok and I have
already banished Namjoon until he learns respect for mortals; do you wish to
have the same fate?”
There was silence in the room. I took the time to remove myself from Yoongi’s
arms, with the help of Jungkook after several seconds of helpless struggling.
“Let her go, hyung. You’ve put her through enough. She needs a break from both
of you,” Jungkook said gravely.
Yoongi’s eyes flashed a dangerous yellow, lighting ablaze. “You do not speak
for her.”
“Boys, boys, all in good time. We’re set to have a meeting in five minutes. All
matters will be discussed including Kim Nari and Namjoon. Please refrain from
killing each other until then,” Taehyung chastised. “In the meantime, Hoseok
and I will speak to Nari. Alone. Everyone else, get out.”
He snapped his fingers and suddenly everyone was gone but him, Hoseok and I.
Damn he was powerful.
Hoseok had been silent this entire time for reasons unknown to me. It was
beginning to unnerve me, so I broke the silence. “You guys said you needed to
talk?”
Hoseok met my eyes with gold orbs, Taehyung with silver ones. “More like we
need to show you something.”
The ‘something’ that they needed to show me turned out to be the Yoongi and
Jimin. Not now, but in the past.
Taehyung waved his hand and a silvery mirage appeared before me, showing what
appeared to be Jimin and a girl laughing together in a room alone. Jimin looked
much younger, less angry with the world. The girl was very beautiful, with long
strands of silver hair and a pair of deep yellow eyes. Familiar eyes.
“Is that Jimin’s girlfriend?” I asked Hoseok, who was moving his hands to add
an image to the mirage in a golden shimmer, adding flames to the air around the
girl as she swirled balls of fire around the room, making Jimin squeal in
delight like a child.
Jimin, in turn, produced his own show of his powers, bending water through the
air to meet each fireball, causing the opposite elements to dance with each
other, creating steam and mist whenever they touched.
The mirage changed, showing the Jimin and the girl in a different place; in a
clearing surrounded by water. The place itself looked enchanted, but the two
there made it more so. They were locked in a desperate embrace, kissing each
other like they would never get enough, like it could never ever be enough. I
wondered what made them seem so desperate.
Hoseok answered my thoughts. “Their desperation comes from their forbidden
acts. It is forbidden to be with another member of the Weekday Brethren, no
matter how much you want to be.”
My eyebrows furrowed. “Another member of the Weekday Brethren? But who is that
girl? I didn’t know there was a female Weekday Brethren.”
Taehyung’s eyes glinted a dangerously blinding white before dulling into silver
again. “There isn’t. That girl is Yoongi.”
I looked over at him with wide eyes. “What the hell do you mean?”
Taehyung looked eerie in the dim lighting of the mirage, almost threatening.
“It’s easy to appear as a girl. If any of us so desired, we could look male,
female, or stay in our animal form. Technically we have no race, gender or
identity. We conform to human social groups to set your minds at ease,
otherwise we would probably frighten you. At that time, Yoongi wished to
identify as a girl. Jimin liked him that way too.”
So they had always been in love, since before they had met me. Then what
happened to break them apart?
Hoseok nodded. “Yeah, this is where it gets ugly. Remember the forbidden part
of us being together? Well, if you break the rules, you face the consequences.”
The mirage changed again, to a circle of twelve faceless men sitting in
thrones, all surrounding two figures that looked dwarfed in comparison.
“Min Yoongi, Park Jimin. The both of you have defied the laws of the Weekday
Brethren. You have flaunted your relationship in the faces of your superiors
and have blatantly ignored your duties as deities. Do you deny these claims?”
Yoongi was silent, head down, but Jimin was as defiant and arrogant as ever,
staring up at them angrily. “Tell me what our true crime is. Is it really a
matter of breaking laws, or is it a matter of finding happiness where others
could not? Are you punishing us because your lives lack joy?”
Yoongi looked over at Jimin. “Jimin, stop.”
He didn’t listen, of course. “We did not choose this life. I was not given a
choice. I do not wish to live out my life sitting on a throne, watching mortals
find happiness and kiss and celebrate, while I die every second from the weight
of my own loneliness. I saw Yoongi one day, looking as beautiful as ever, and I
said to hell with your laws. I wanted him and I took him. I accept whatever
punishment that comes.”
One of the faceless men spoke up. “Your arrogance is astounding, Park Jimin.
For that you will pay the ultimate price. You will live out your days in the
form of your spirit animal on the earth you love so much, and you will beg
mortals to feed and bathe you out of the kindness of their hearts. If you
despise being a deity that much then you will learn what it is like to live
without magic, without privilege and without the powers of the Zodiac. This is
the will of the Zodiac Council. Do any others object?”
“Wait! Don’t do this to him. He doesn’t understand what he is saying. He is
just a child,” Yoongi spoke up, yellows eyes blazing. “He won’t survive a day
in the real world on his own, and you will just have to find a new Lord of
Wednesday to rule.”
“Yoongi, what are you doing?” Jimin demanded, but he was ignored.
“Then what do you suggest, King of the Felidae?” Another one of the men asked.
His face set with a rigid determination, and I already knew what he was going
to say. “I will serve the punishment in his place.”
“Alright, Min Yoongi. For your eagerness to take responsibility of your actions
your sentence will be reduced. Instead of ten millennia, we will reduce the
time to one. Serve the entirety of your sentence on earth knowing that the
members of the Zodiac will watch and pray for you, but know that we cannot
assist you in your endeavors as per the rules of punishment. I wish you well,
brother.”
And with that Yoongi began to glow a bright yellow, his form shrinking, his cat
ears popping out from the top of his head, his tail springing out from his
backside until he was the size of a common house cat. He stood at Jimin’s feet,
mewling softly.
Jimin reached to pick him up but was blown back by an invisible force, smacked
into the nearest wall and knocked unconscious. A couple of men came to collect
him, what I assumed to be other members of Zodiac.
My head was spinning. Yoongi was a cat for a thousand years. He was wandering
the earth as a stray black cat, scavenging for food and warmth for a thousand
years. When I had found him he had been mangy and beaten up, aggressive and
growling. His ear was missing a piece off of it, probably because something had
attacked him on the streets. He was alone all those years, cut off from his
brothers, unable to do anything but survive and remember his one true love.
Which just so happened to be Park Jimin, not me.
“Nari-ah, you misunderstand. The conditions of the punishment-” Hoseok began
but I put up a hand to stop him.
“No. No more. I understand now. I understand why Yoongi allowed me to shelter
him and why Jimin manipulated me. I’m not saying that I forgive anyone but I’m
saying that I understand. So please take me home now,” I begged, my voice
wavering.
“But Nari, you haven’t seen all-” Hoseok interrupted again but this time
Taehyung cut him off.
“Is that what you want Nari? Do you truly wish to go home? Do you want Yoongi
and Jimin to leave you alone?” Taehyung asked me, eyes searching mine. “I’ll do
whatever you want, you know that. Just tell me.”
I nodded, “I want to go home. Right now.”
“Then so be it. Hoseok, I’ll be back.” And with that Taehyung took me home,
away from the Hall of Zodiac, away from Jimin and away from Yoongi. Forever.
...
Hoseok stared up at the mirage, shaking his head. If only she would have waited
one more second, he thought solemnly.
The voice of the leader of the Zodiac Council rang out the most important
words:
“Min Yoongi, listen well. You will serve one millennia, a thousand years, and
no more. The only way your sentence will be reduced is if you fall in love with
someone that is not a member of the Zodiac. In other words, a mortal. If you
find this special mortal that is able to replace your affections for Park
Jimin, then you will change back into your deity form and will be allowed to
return to the Hall of the Zodiac to meet your brethren once again. This is a
special condition we are adding because you are an honorable ruler that
deserves a second chance. Good luck.”
Chapter End Notes
     I hope that made sense. I updated as promised but if there is
     confusion about anything comment and let me know! Also feedback is
     always appreciated.
End Notes
     In case there was any confusion as to what their signs are:
     Sunday (sun)- Jung Hoseok- Eagle
     Monday (moon)- Kim Taehyung- Cow
     Tuesday (fire)- Min Yoongi- Cat
     Wednesday (water)- Park Jimin- Wolf
     Thursday (wood)- Kim Seokjin- Koala
     Friday (gold)- Jeon Jungkook- Koi
     Saturday (soil)- Kim Namjoon- Serpent
     Also, each member is kind of representative of their entire animal
     family. Like Yoongi would be represenative of all felidae, so no
     other member could be a cat of any kind. Same with Jimin being
     canidae, and so on so forth.
     Each animal has a relation to their powers as well:
     I think the sun is representative of eagles. I didn't research eagles
     so idk.
     Horned cows are the sacred animal of the Greek goddess of the moon
     Selene, so that one is legit.
     I think lions are supposed to representative of fire, plus their skin
     is golden so it kind of works. Cats are fire to me okay.
     I just always picture wolves with blue eyes. Water may or may not
     have anything to do with wolves.
     There is no explanation except that koalas live in trees.
     Koi are supposed to be representative of gold (riches) and
     tranquility (I think). Plus, golden maknae.
     Snakes literally slither in the earth. This does not need
     explanation.
     This is just some insight on my creative process. I always wish other
     authors would do this for their fics but most don't. I'll be one of
     the first for everyone :)
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