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@momo❧ Soohyun simply nodded, biting on his lower lips as he tried to give her a rather seductive stare. "Hmm, quite smart, aren't you? Yes, you're the one that on my mind.. for now." He loved the way she pressed herself against his body, feeling the softness of her curves take shape against him. Though, he was surprised by her straightforwardness - her hand reaching into his shirt as she described the things she'd like to herself; not that he was opposed to it or anything, but he just had never met anyone so blunt. "Oh," he said, pressing his forehead down against hers, as if trying to exert his dominance over her as she would have to lean back response. "Why don't we make that happen, hm?" He leaned inwards as he pulled her into him, a free hand reaching onto her cheek, directing their lips to meet one other's, letting them meld into a long, passionate kiss.

@soohyun❦ʰᵉʳᵃᶜˡᵉˢ "Such dirty words coming from those pretty lips," She felt her breath his those lips, a smirk surfaces. Momo was amused by his playful aura, a hand under her chin, lifting her from her seat? Inside this had her whimpering for Soohyun to just take her already. "I assume that person is me?" She played coy, she always has, it was one of her quirks. She closed their gap and pressed her body against his, let his breath tickle her lips and let her eyes flutter shut at the feeling. Momo was in paradise. At his question she chuckled, a hand slowly inches its way under his shirt, up his abs then slowly, she dragged her nails against the skin gently. "You, hot and heavy, over me. Those hands around my neck taking my breath away while you me on this desk."

@yoongi❦ᵗʰᵃⁿᵃᵗᵒˢ He falls for it, hook, line, and sinker. His scoff is soft, and he lifts his shoulders in a hoity-toity manner, head bobbing to the side as he mockingly mouth Yoongi's words - it was only then that he realized that it's not the Korean around them, when a girl looks at him with a look in her eye that screams 'what?'. He stops, and looks over to Yoongi, too late, already having whispered the syllables to the T. Jimin straightens, and meets Yoongi's eye, looking him up, and then down.

"Clever," He mumbles, gathering his notebook, his pencils, and shoving them into his bag. The professor stares at him, clear confusion in his eyes, but Jimin pays no mind. Not a single glimpse spared to the elderly man, as he crooks his finger to Yoongi, beckoning for him to follow ... Or not. He could care less, anyway, if he followed, or not. His shoulders raise, and he heads out of the classroom with his head held with dignity, as much as he can muster. His face is red, clear as day on the apple's of his cheeks, and the bridge of his nose. His hands clench into fists, and he can't even begin to explain the disdain that bellows in the pit of his belly.

Perhaps Yoongi can tell who he is by the alluring scent that follows, how the gazes trail after him, but Jimin prays he doesn't take note of the looks of heat in their eyes as he passes. He can only hope.

@momo❧ Soohyun knew that if anything that his sudden bluntness would get a reaction from her - and only time would tell what exactly that reaction was; whether it be good, or bad. He was relieved that if anything, his playful, overualized innuendos did not offend her - actually, helping her little poem blossom a bit. He watched her figure as she moved over to the windows, her curvaceous hips swaying side-to-side as if beckoning him to come closer, to take her as his own possession. The blinds now all shut, they young female returned to her seat; the whole classroom their own, free to use as they willed. Soohyun took in a long inhale as she placed her finger underneath his chin, prompting him to stand up - appearing to walk away from her only to stop at the door, locking it shut to prevent any intruders from invading their intimacy. "There's only one thing running through my mind right now.. Or, should I say person?" He walked over to her, taking her by the wrist, using it to gesture the rest of her body to stand up against his own. "You could definitely assume that I wasn't giving out those ideas solely for your poem." He placed his thumb against his index finger before raising it to her chin, propping her head up before leaning to her, inching closer and closer leaving the smallest gap between their lips. "But ladies first - what are you, fantasizing? I assure whatever it is, it's quite tame in comparison to what is going on in my mind."

@jimin❦ᵃᵖʰʳᵒᵈᶦᵗᵉ Yoongi barely grunts out a concession to the other's amendment, tacking on a "Thank you for the book," that is decorated by his usual blandness. He ignores the other's fury with detached grace for the most part, the scratching of lead and the muttered curses supporting the slight upward tilt of his lips...until he realizes that the cursing is, in fact, in /Greek/.

The chances of the other knowing how to swear so thoroughly in Ancient Greek by his own linguistic efforts is so rare a chance that Yoongi automatically dismisses the notion. His pearly whites rake over the plushness of his lower tier, tongue leaving moisture glistening in its path - his mouth suddenly dry. He is perhaps next to /kin/- placing a full stop at the end of his sentence, he turns again; this time giving the other male a /good/ look. First, to test his theory.

"I suppose you simply have a deficient vocabulary. 'Funny' is synonymous with strange, peculiar, odd, etcetera; at least in colloquial terms. I apologize for not entertaining that possibility before." Yoongi purposely makes his tone mocking, using that language of the gods. He can perhaps get the boy riled up enough to not notice his ploy. If he doesn't take the bait, it is no matter. There will be other ways, other times.

@soohyun❦ʰᵉʳᵃᶜˡᵉˢ His sudden apprehension was enough to bring out a laugh from the young poet. Soohyun was a spectacle, now a priority to Momo. She could tell that he wanted the same things, he’s was only teasing her. “That did help a lot actually.” She replies, making moves as if she was getting ready to leave but she leaves her bag where it is and stands from her desk towards the windows. No one was going to get in the way of what Momo wanted. One by one she pulled down the shutters whilst upholding the grace in switching her hips, putting on a little show for the other. “A story huh,” she thinks about it, tapping her chin with a single digit. Finally, she returned to his desk where she sat on the surface instead of her own chair. Arms crossed and eyes looking down at the other. A smirk playfully dancing across her lips. “Tell me Soohyun,” Momo starts, nudging his head up again with her forefinger under his chin, “what’s running through your mind right now? Maybe they won’t be far off from what I’m fantasizing.”

@yoongi❦ᵗʰᵃⁿᵃᵗᵒˢ He had no idea of the scent, and perhaps his words were misconstrued. It seems so, at Yoongi’s disgruntled answer, and Jimin has to hold himself back from snatching his notebook. He stares, with a blaze in his eyes, and mumbles a, “Not a bad funny,” before taking his notebook.

Maybe he doesn’t feel remorse for what he’d planned to do then. Jimin grumbles, in a tongue that only Yoongi is likely to understand, subconsciously and unknowingly, under his breath. Cursing the other and scrawling out notes with a sudden ferocity in his pencil point.

He breaks the lead twice in under a minute. His thumb rapidly clicks to the tempo of his heartbeat, glaring daggers at the back of the professor’s head. How dare he. “I suppose you haven’t encountered any class, or tact; I wasn’t aiming to upset your little ego, or shoot a blow at your self esteem. It’s a pleasant funny, but your attitude is a foul one.”

@momo❧ "Show you?" he looked around the empty classroom, his eyes shifting from side to side peeking back at her and to the windows that showed the passing students in the hallways, wary as if one of them were to enter and ruin this moment between the two. "Is a vivid description not enough? Like if I were to say - to experience true warmth, our clothes would only have gotten in the way? And well, we are both at that youthful age of 'excitement.' Seeing as, well, you at least, are a masterpiece, I don't think I'd be able to behave around you. One thing leads to another, and maybe it's the sounds escaping our lips that will be accompanying the friction and slapping of our skin - or, at least, in the poem at least. Hopefully that helped you some depth? Who knows, make it a story, and you'll definitely have a great ." He winked as he traced the back of his finger against her cheek, looking into her eyes as he leaned forward to her once again. "Did that help you with writing your poem?"

@soohyun❦ʰᵉʳᵃᶜˡᵉˢ She shifted in her seat rather uncomfortably given the fact that she just spilled her ual desires to this man she'd just met not too long ago. But the feeling didn't last long, she kept her composure, dialing it down a few notches of course, but as soon as his finger began to dance along her skin she shivers, the action going almost unnoticed. "Y-yeah, I guess," Momo curls her fingers into her palms and gently digs her nails into the skin, bottom lip caught in between her teeth at the mere thought. The young muse decides to play coy and shake her head with a seemingly innocuous grin, "I'm afraid I don't,"She leans in again, "mind showing me, love?"

@momo❧ Soohyun couldn't believe the words that were coming out of . Sure, she was around his age, and yes - university's were known for having some outgoing, confident women - but he wasn't quite sure as to whether these words spewing from her were innuendos, suggestions of her own desires, or if they were just merely innocent words which he had misconceived. Though, he was confident she knew what she was saying - that her words were intentional. Before he knew it, he actions began to follow, as did her tone of voice. Soohyun tilted his head to the side rather innocently, doing his best to pretend as though he hadn't noticed. "That's quite some description you suddenly got there. Looks like you just needed someone there in that winter with you, you know? Though, if i may be forward," he brought a finger and traced from her shoulder down to her arm, humming as he did so, "there'd be a lot more noise than just the friction of our bodies going at each other - if you know what i mean."

@soohyun❦ʰᵉʳᵃᶜˡᵉˢ "I suppose creating friction would warm us up even quicker," her voice took to a more sultry tone, hands now empty and the air seeming cooler around her due to the loss of his warmth. But all she did was smirk. Soohyun was just as much of a tease as she was. As the gears in her head kept turning she decides to lean in even more until her elbows rested against the desk. "My hands are stuck to you, clinging to what I can reach, keeping my soul from leaving my body." Momo let her voice drop to a breathy whisper, almost desperate with need. "Our voices making songs together, harmonies amongst the crackling energy from two warm bodies, the sound of flesh hitting against each other repeatedly until--" Before she knew it, she was already about ready to climb onto the desk. Lost in her own fantasies Momo realized that she had lost in their little game of chase. With a light pinkish hue that dusts her cheeks and across the bridge of her nose she pulls herself back with an embarrassed chuckle. "Looks like I got carried away." The muse wasn't ready to admit to her loss just yet.

@momo❧ "Hmm, poetry doesn't so too fun right now, though. Sounds like more work." He tapped his fingers against the table rolling his eyes playfully in amusement, trying to focus on her words, but his mind always returning to the world of imagination that had taken flight in his head. He looked down, noticing the way she took his hand, almost as if she was being flirtatious - was she? He was sure of it. He'd dealt with enough women to be able to recognize specific signs. "The description?" He leaned closer, more so than he already was. Any closer and the two would practically be in contact with one another. He his lips once, nodding his head, becoming quite interested in the short summary she had given. "Hm, indeed I do. If I were to be in that situation, it would almost be like - in this scenario, let's say it's us - I would keep you so close to me, holding onto you as if my life depended on it. Afterall, I need your body pressed up against mine in order to survive, don't I? And - in the scenario - you need mine, just as badly." He pulled away, trying to increase the tension between the two of them, seeing if she'd follow forward in his direction or not; afterall, he was one who enjoyed the chase more than anything else.

@jimin❦ᵃᵖʰʳᵒᵈᶦᵗᵉ Yoongi's observant; and he sees that the other's body language reeks of nervousness. Sighing, he instead draws his focus to the boy's notes, taking a moment to decipher the messages encased in the flamboyant prettiness of the script. He's scribbling plainly executed summarizarions of the other's points into his notebook when Jimin's comment reaches his ears, making him pause and slowly turn to look at the other.
"Funny?"
The apex of Yoongi's nose twitched as he took a discreet sniff; he'd used his Gucci Guilty cologne as per usual this morning, the opening lavender and lemon fragrance pleasantly (to his senses) accompanied by an undercurrent of a warm, woody scent.
"I suppose you haven't encountered many nice smelling men in your life."
That rationalization satisfying Yoongi, he decided to return to his task, taking out his glasses from its case and setting it firmly atop his nose bridge as he got ready to analyze the equations on the board.

@soohyun❦ʰᵉʳᵃᶜˡᵉˢ He was /so close/ to her, she practically taste his lips on her tongue but she didn't act upon that urge just yet. She liked to tease, she craved being chased. And Soohyun here seems like the type of guy to be up for the chase. Let's just hope he doesn't disappoint. The curious and intrigued girl tugged on her bottom lip and released soft laughter, "It'll be fun I promise," with that she drops both hands onto Soohyun's desk, took his hand in hers and began to draw teasing little circles against his palm. "I've already got emotions down. It's just the... description I'm worried about." Then she continues to say as her finger slowly trails up his arm, "I'm thinking of two bodies, finding heat amongst the biting air of winter. Do you feel a shiver, Soohyun?" I ask, my finger now tracing along your chest and up your throat, "Cause I do."

@momo❧ He raised his eyebrows, watching her take his textbook, closing it and removing it from his reach. With a small hum, he leaned forward once against, this time resting his chest against his arms on the table, getting rather close to her. He nibbled on his bottom lip, a part of him glad that she was willing to set aside her studies and to give him her attention - afterall, that is what he wanted. "Oh, my distraction? Well, I think that's something I'd enjoy." As she rested her chin on her palm, their faces were but a few inches away from each other. Something about her just seemed so confident, so desirable. His imagination ran with thoughts of what they could be doing right now in place of studying, but of course, they had just met moments ago and that would be very unlikely. "So you're distracting me from my work, with your work?" he joked for a second before shaking his head, letting out a soft chuckle. "Kidding, sure I'd love to. What's it about? Maybe, I can be your inspiration, or help incite some emotions and or feelings, you know?"

@soohyun❦ʰᵉʳᵃᶜˡᵉˢ “Soohyun,” she lets the name dance around on her tongue a little bit, the tip of the pink muscle pressing lightly against the upper rows of her teeth. He was very handsome, and his arms looked strong. Strong enough to crush her tiny frame. The muse chuckles, presses a hand against the surface of his text book and slid it to herself, examining the text within it as he spoke. Then with a sigh she closes the book and places over her paper behind her, now demanding /his/ undivided attention. “I am more than happy to be your distraction Soohyun.” Momo rests her chin against her open palm. “If you can call it that. It isn’t perfect yet. I have little to no inspiration.” She sighed a long sigh as she drew a few circles over the surface of his desk. “If it isn’t too much trouble,” fingers tip toe over the desk and tap against Soohyun’s hand, “would you mind helping me come up with a few stanzas?”

@yoongi❦ᵗʰᵃⁿᵃᵗᵒˢ There’s a handful of times that he’d seen the other, just around campus, taking his time and making sure to stray away from the path he sets. But now, in a classroom filled with nothing but desks ( even though each was full, did he really hold mortals into account?), them, and air, he’s forced to be near. Forced to deal with the suffocation of what he had tried to do. His body raises in goosebumps all over, just from the sound of Yoongi’s voice. They’re on a level playing field. He can’t run. But .. From the blatant disregard of Yoongi’s demeanor, he’s sure that .. He doesn’t know just who Jimin is.

Yet.

The black locked male twirls his pencil less than dexteriously in his hold, looking towards the whiteboard, trying to look everywhere but Yoongi’s eyes. He’s afraid. He fears that if he looks him in the eye, Yoongi will know just who he is. That doom will stare love in the very pools of each of their souls, and see the deceit that runs only skin deep.

Jimin gulps, and nods, “Here.” He barely looks down, or over, as he holds out his notebook to Yoongi. His notes are taken in what seem to be colored pencil lead, red striking along the crisp sheets of his notebook. His notes are a sort of filigree, the font of his own hand looking ancient in itself, a loopy letter’d freedom that would only show on the pages of his notebook, for whilst they have his freedom, he’s sitting still, and straight, and uncomfortable, praying that he isn’t caught.

... “You smell funny,” Why doesn’t he keep his mouth shut.

@jimin❦ᵃᵖʰʳᵒᵈᶦᵗᵉ Death, in and of itself, is a benign entity. It does not discriminate, it takes all - old and young, good and evil. It is made to dance according to the hands of the Fates, of Time, of even Doom; Yoongi feels his mouth flattening into a pensive line as he slings his backpack languidly over a shoulder, commencing a sedate pace down the hall to the classroom.

Thanatos had never taken pride or sadness in his work, but he did feel he was at his truest form when he sent a suffering soul down the course of the River Styx. And despite his own apathy, Thanatos knew he was oft hated. He represented the denouement of all things that mortals may derive joy from - the end of passion, the end of talent, the end of love. Or so they think.

For it is the nature of love to perpetuate itself beyond even death...but Yoongi was forced to have an opinion on /that/. He disliked its very source, that viper Aphrodite. The boys he could care less about, but he wished to make the mother suffer. He wanted her suffering to match the depth of his hurt. If only he could find her...

Yoongi finally reaches the classroom, milky pale fingers stark against the black sleeve of his thermal. His silver earring swung as he opened the door, narrow eyes dull even as he observed that the class was already in full swing. It mattered not; Chemistry was one of the easier of his given courses. He dragged his eyes along the room to find a vacant seat, noting one near the front and another near the back. The one at the back was next to Jimin, a man he'd briefly encountered about twice now. Deeming it the lesser of two evils, he took a seat and stretched his legs out, backpack resting on the desk and his hand raking through his raven locks. He glanced at the figure beside him, sparing the other man a nod and a "Hn," of acknowledgement. Then he turned his attention to the board and pulled out his notebook.
"Did you make any notes already?"

@momo❧ Soohyun glanced up at the woman as she turned around from her seat, facing herself in her direction. He met her smile with a grin of his own, tilting his head to the side, resting his cheek against his palm, puffing his cheek playfully as his free hand continued to glide along the pages of his textbook. His eyes met hers, prompting a hum from him as he studied the very features that had originally peaked his curiosity. He leaned in as she introduced himself, nodding before biting on his lower lip – eyes focused on hers.

“Oh, pleasure to be of your acquaintance, Momo,” he said rather calmly as he extended his arm to her, taking her small hand into his own, shaking it gently. “The name is Soohyun,” he nodded before retrieving his arm back to himself. “Also, I apologize, I didn’t know you were writing poetry – I must have disturbed you from your focus, huh?” His eyes gave an illusion of regrets and apologies, although deep down he knew that he wanted to get her attention to begin with. “I was just looking for a distraction, since you know, well for me at least, studying can be a bit boring. But hey, have you written much?” He lifted his head upwards, trying to peek over her shoulder, noticing a few stanzas scribbled onto a piece of paper filled with various markings. “Looks, like you’ve been hard at work, haven’t you?”

@soohyun❦ʰᵉʳᵃᶜˡᵉˢ The muse was too immersed in her writing the even the loud opening of the door didn’t make her flinch. She wrote— crossed out— wrote over it then in the end erased that whole line of texted and muttered greek curses under her breath. Momo did, however, jump in surprise and turned her body towards the loud boom that came from the stranger than suddenly entered the room. Her face wore a look of shock, then annoyance. She turned her back again and continued to write, hoping the guy behind her won’t try to start a conversa— Aaaand he starts talking. She lets him too. Drops her pen and turns to face the inspsiration ruiner with a plastic grin. Yet the feeling didn’t last once she took a good look at the man before her.

Both eyebrows shot up in surprise but her smile was the same. Her interest was peaked and suddenly she forgot about her poems. “Why yes I am,” she replies, leaning against her chair as he eyes traveled down from his features to his torso although there wasn’t much to see since there were clothes covering up his goods. “Poetry is no joke,” the muse chuckles, “once I start writing it’s hard to stop. I’m Momo.” She holds out her hand, manicured with nails painted in a rosy hue accented with a crystal on the ring finger. “What’s your name handsome?”

@momo❧ Soohyun wandered through the buildings of the University, figuring that it was about time that he focused on his school works. He hummed as he stood out, looking through the window of the second floor hallway, staring out at the masses of students panicking about the upcoming exams. It had been a while since he had gone into hiding, unable to expose his true identity as Heracles, a Greek god. Nonetheless, what was his ‘now-reality’ was needing attention. He had taken the form of a young, twenty-two year old male – though, this was three years ago. His features did not really change, as his appearances remained the same; though, in order to make things as believable as possible, he had to go to university and live life like the majority of people his age – or, the age of his body at least. He hummed, peering through different classrooms, noticing a quietness – almost nothing was to be heard other than the shuffling of pens, and the rummaging of papers.

Soohyun entered a particularly empty classroom – for reasons other than studying of course. Despite being in school for almost three years, he did really immerse himself into the lifestyle of those around him – clubs, parties, drinking, and even, as they referred to it, ‘greek life,’ which was almost nothing Greek at all. Though, even before taking this form, he always had quite the interest in women – and that’s what he set his eyes on. He hummed to himself as he made his way to the center of the classroom, dropping his stuff onto his table, demanding the attention of those around him, despite only one young female being in the room. She was quite the eyesight – exotic almost – different from the rest of the girls he had been around the past three years. Maybe she was an, as they called them –exchange student? But, he wasn’t too sure; he didn’t really care. He took a seat behind her, leaning over the edge of his desk as he noticed she was scribbling down words rather quickly.

“Oh my, you seem to be quite the busy one, hm? Getting ready for exams?” he chuckled, shaking his head before leaning back into his own chair, opening a book for his Kinesiology class that focused on the performance of the human body. “You know, it’s a good idea to take a breather every now and then, and try to relax. You look like you’re stressing over something – or at least, according to what I’ve come to learn.” His fingers brushed through the pages, wanting to see if the woman would take the bait and engage in his conversation.

@soohyun❦ʰᵉʳᵃᶜˡᵉˢ It was quiet, a little too quiet for Momo's liking. All her thoughts were loud and clear and pulling her from the texts she forced herself to study. Exams in a week, poetry slam in two days, and Momo still had no material for either. She was starting to think that she's lost her touch. "I'm a muse, dammit," she hissed at herself, tapping the of her pen furiously against her college ruled notebook. "Think, Momo think." chant after chant, furious tap after furious tap she forces herself to think of /something/. "." The pen was finally slammed down against the notebook, she dropped all her weight into the chair, defeated and frustrated. A hand drags over her face, mental exhaustion sinking in like a tsunami... "Tsunami--" Momo suddenly sits up from her chair, frantically grabbing her pen and began to write.

She felt it wash through her
The rush of excitement, anxiety, desire
Like the plates, skin against skin creating the sweetest friction
Teeth marks littering her skin
Whilst crescents were left in his skin from her nails
Like waves during a storm
Push and pull
Roars of pleasure
Hushed cries and pleas for more
The storm of both lovers pushing and pulling in harmony---

Momo sat back again, brows furrowed in confusion. "It's more like a hurricane. Yeah, let's go with that." And with that she's hunched over her work again, writing away.

@yoongi❦ᵗʰᵃⁿᵃᵗᵒˢ His pencil taps along the thick lining of the notebook, his stare blank at the board that looks like gibberish to him. Chemical reactions, equations, diagrams that are displayed along each wall, and his confusion .. Is high into the hundreds. His brows furrow, and his mind flashes back to then -- then .. When everything went to darkness, and he'd -- they'd -- been tossed from their homes. Into this little hellhole of a place. Why did he have to actually learn? Get grades on things he had no idea about? His teeth gnash along the eraser of his pencil, his eyes staring down at the notes he'd drawn ...

Everything was a mess. He was a mess. His conscious was a mess. He's an evil being, one that deserves the heat that was on his back, and the pain in his heart. The one on his mind .. Was a certain Thanatos-- Or, well, Yoongi, now .. Yoongi. He'd seen him a couple of times, around the university, he'd walked into him on .. One or two occasions .. And he'd purposely put himself out there -- oh, how his stomach churns from the memory. Of the fates whispering his ill tales, but the deceit that that could have been .. Was it even the fates, or just his nightmares playing tricks on him? He, Yoongi, the opposite of his darling Eros -- Taehyung .. Taehyung.

All of these new names were making his headache worse.

Jimin groans, and shifts back in his chair, about to gather his belongings and head out .. But the door opens, and he's lifting his head, wondering .. Just .. Who .. it was ..?