The sound of rain pattering on the glass window in the room lulls Joonmyeon deeper into the land of dreams. He shifts between the thick, blue velvet covers and buries his face in one of the scattered pillows around his sleeping figure.

Ring ding dong, ring ding dong…

Joonmyeon grunts as he reaches for the infernal device that decided to blast off in the middle of his long siesta. With eyes still closed and brows, he balances the phone on top of his ear and answers the caller in a raspy voice.

“Hell-”

“Hyung! Are you busy? Of course you’re not! Come with me!”

Joonmyeon groans as he buries his face in the pillow, the phone getting lost in the sea of blankets. He can hear the voice of his caller shouting his name over and over again from the phone and he groans louder as an answer.

“Joonmyeon-hyung! Hyung! Hyung!”

With his face still buried in the softness of the pillows, Joonmyeon reaches for his phone along the sea of blue fabric with his hand. He lifts his head and holds the phone to his ear.

“Jongin, it’s freakin’ seven in the morning! Where in the world would you want me to accompany you this early?! No, wait. Why should I even accompany you!?” Joonmyeon half-shouts as he rolls in bed and face the ceiling of the room.

The sound of the falling rain becomes louder and Joonmyeon finds himself fully awakened despite the need and desire to go back to the comforts of the bed. He listens to Jongin continuously blabber on about being bored and not having anything to do before he realizes what the younger male was doing.

“You want to ditch the company party, don’t you?”

There was silence on the other line and Joonmyeon smirked.

“Knew it.”

“But hyung!” Jongin whines and Joonmyeon sighs as he gets up from the bed and put on a robe to cover his upper torso.

“Jongin, I’m sorry but I won’t help you skip this event. It’s high time you learn about the world you’ll soon be living in.” Joonmyeon answers with a stern voice which made the other whine from the other line.

“Sorry, Jongin.” He ends the call, not wanting to listen to another lame excuse.

Joonmyeon makes his way towards the kitchen to take his daily dose of energizer – coffee. Coffee is a great way to wake up the nerves. Today, though, Joonmyeon makes a beeline for the back door of the kitchen which leads to his backyard pond. He opens the door and, clad in just a woolen robe and pajamas, steps out into the muddy garden barefoot.

One step was all it took to make Joonmyeon smile as he feels every droplet of rain hit his face and bare chest. The coldness the rain brings down on him warms his heart and makes him feel so relaxed that he feels as if the rain is there just for him, like the rain was one with him.

The sound of the telephone ringing snapped Joonmyeon out of his little reverie and hesitatingly, he goes back inside the house, but not before taking one last second to feel the droplets of water fall down on him. 

~ξαναγραφεί~

“Bu-”

Beep. Beep. Beep.

Jongin stares at the phone in his hand with a look of dejection. He lazily throws the device towards the opposite side of the couch as he leans back in his seat and stares at the ceiling. The sound of the antique clock figurine in the room filled the quiet surroundings as Jongin he tries to formulate a plan to be to escape his oncoming doom.

And by doom, Jongin means the not-so-small company party that his Mother and stepfather have organized to celebrate the 25^th founding anniversary of Kim Enterprises along with their 10^th wedding anniversary. Jongin hates those types of gatherings.

Escape.

Sometimes, Jongin envies the other kids his age. Unlike him who has had his life planned out to lead a boring existence, others have the chance to go on adventures and discover new things that can make their life worth living. They go to school, meet new people, and fall in love…

'Fall in love.'

Unlike them, Jongin is in the middle of running away from his responsibilities and catching his own dreams. At the tender age of twenty, Jongin dropped out of college and pursued to run a club where his passion lies in. He succeeded in making his parents agree with his decision in exchange of him taking over the company when he reaches his prime age – something he has no plan of doing at all.

Jongin sighs as he loosens the black tie around his neck and closes his eyes. He unconsciously drifts off to dreamland then back. 'Five more hours.' He opens his eyes and stand up from his seat to walk out of the room and into the dark-lit dance floor of the club he loves so much.

Agit Night.

Jongin lets his feet guide him to the center of the floor where he can see the entire outline of the club. In the darkness, Jongin smiles as he takes a 360 degree turn to admire the club’s silhouettes and the dark shadows that seem to beckon out to him. With a tune playing in his head, Jongin finds himself drowning in the invisible music as his body moves like fluid to the melody.

'Step. Slide. Pirouette. Down. Up. Turn. Stop.'

Jongin could see the pants of breath as he stays frozen with his last pose. He collapses on the ground and looks up to be greeted by the club’s dark, shining ceiling which housed a large number of jewels that glowed in the dark like stars.

~ξαναγραφεί~

“Move my two o’ clock meeting to one. I want my three to be free.”

There was a beep that signaled the end of the call. Kim Jongdae pockets his phone before taking in the delight of the Machiatto he was able to buy earlier. He could feel his senses slowly waking up as he takes a sip of the hot, dark liquid and feel it slide down his throat.

“The coffee shop…” Jongdae says.

“Sir?”

“The name of the coffee shop. What was it?” Jongdae elaborates. The chauffeur looks at him through the rearview mirror before answering.

“Demeter’s Coffee Garden, Sir.” The chauffeur answers with a small smile and Jongdae nods as he takes another sip of the warm drink,  all the while hiding a knowing smile.

Demeter.

'Figures.' Jongdae smirks at the thought. There was no question that that coffee shop belonged to the Goddess Demeter herself or to a descendant of her own. Jongdae remembers the shorter man that was in the shop alone that morning. 'That man?' Jongdae laughs inwardly. Unlike most mundane, Jongdae knows - has already known since his toddler days that the mythological Gods written in books and portrayed in stories are far from being fiction. Jongdae knows that Pegasus flies the night skies, that harpies flock in the trees at dawn, that sirens sing lullabies when the moon is full. He knows that Heracles existed, that Prometheus lives, that Pandora’s Box is hidden somewhere within the boundary between Earth and the Underworld. Jongdae knows that there is a thin silk thread in the border of the real world and the reality that he has come to know and live.

Being the son of the King of Olympus has never been easy. At an early age, Jongdae has had to learn how to defend himself from the baddies, as what he used to call them, that tried to kidnap him numerous of times. Trust is a sensitive issue for him and with it is a heart that has been turned cold for reasons that he does not want anyone to delve into.

The myths exist, but they are hidden from the eye.

And humanity is just too blind to notice them.

~ξαναγραφεί~

Black. Black. Black.

Darkness.

A figure runs aimlessly in the world blanketed in darkness, pants of breath the only sound that echoes through the never-ending walls of shadows.

Lonely. So alone.

The patter of steps disappear as the figure stops in the middle of the dark space. The liquid-like ground ripples in pools of imperfect circles as droplets fall from her eyes and down her cheeks.

“Follow my voice.”

The distant whisper seemed to tug her forward as she stops her crying and finds herself taking one step at a time forward.

“Come closer.”

Drawn to the voice, she makes her way towards the small spark of light which seems to beckon out to her. One more step. Closer. Closer. Closer. With arm outstretched, hand reaching out, she steps out of the dark abyss and blinks to the basking light of the sun that shines down on the lavish garden sitting before her eyes.

"Can you hear my voice? Find me."

She turns her head from left to right, trying to find the owner of the voice that led her out of the darkness. The garden that surrounds her was huge and so beautifully landscaped that she can’t help but marvel as she walked along the line of gold-flowered bushes while looking for her savior and caller.

"Over here."

The voice in her head was getting louder and she knows that she was getting closer. 'Just a bit farther.' She reaches a curtain of vines that flowed with small violet buds that smell of lavender and strawberry. 'Odd', she thinks before she captures something from the small gaps between the vines.

A figure sat solemnly on top of a rock, back facing her as the white robe that covers his pale, lean body falls gracefully to lie in pools on the ground. Curiosity getting the better of her, she takes a silent step through the curtain to get a good view of the stranger. There was a soft snap of a twig and soon enough, she found herself staring through cerulean blue eyes that settled beneath long, lush lashes and thick eyebrows. Distinct jawline and a knowing smile on thin, pink lips greeted her and she couldn’t help but be frozen in her spot – completely under a spell.

He was unrealistically beautiful.

But his features was not what got her attention.

"You found me."

It was the pair of broad, white wings that sprouted from behind him.