"Jungkook! If you don't come down this instant I will visit the underworld myself and have the Moirai cut your life thread!"

Heavy footsteps resonated through the small bakery the moment Jin had spoken his threatening words.

The pastry chef chuckled, shaking his head at his tumultuous younger brother.

Jungkook skipped the last two steps of the wooden staircase, landing on the ground floor with a thud that made the building tremble.

"Calm yourself Jungkook," Jin sighed. "I need this place to stay standing atleast until I die."

Jungkook dropped himself on one of the chairs, a cheeky grin plastered on his face.

"What for? We can just build a new one somewhere else can't wait we?" the playful boy said, combing a hand through his soft and shiny umber locks. "In a place far away from this dull capital and these boring people... with nature everywhere and clean air..."

Jin hummed as though he was considering his younger brother's proposal. "And how will we stay alive then, huh Hephaestus?"

"Farming of course!" Jungkook said, his expression remaining completely serious. "We'll have animals and stuff. We can sell things on the market. We'd bathe in the river with nymphs and pray to Athena for a good hunt. I'm telling you Jin, that would be the life."

Jin nodded, listening to his younger brother's naive mind rattle on with an affectionate smile.

"We would be safe you know?" The boy went on. "From people that can't understand that I'm just like everyone else. From people that don't get that I'm not a fucking freak."

"Language Jungkook," Jin warned.

"Sorry," Jungkook mumbled, giving Jin a sheepish smile, before letting his expression give away that even the boy knew deep down that such a future wasn't possible for someone like him.

Jungkook was strange. Different. Abnormal.

A monster, someone had even once called him.

No matter where the young boy would go, no matter what he did, he could never run away from who he was.

"It's alright," Jin said, interrupting Jungkook's thoughts and beginning to kneed a lump of bread dough. "You should never stop dreaming."

"Dreams don't come true though," Jungkook mumbled, pouting at nothing in particular.

Jin pushed his elbow into his bread dough with all his might. "What on earth are you talking about?" He grunted. "Of course dreams can come true! Sometimes they are even predictions."

Jungkook frowned at his older brother as though the man had gone crazy.

"If there is one thing you should remember Jungkook, it is that there is always a way, no matter how dark the world seems. Hope only dies if you let it."

Jungkook gave his brother a skeptical look, an insecure pout hanging from his lips. "But you think I'm just being naive when I tell you my dreams..."

Jin huffed, throwing his now well-kneeded dough around from one hand to another. "Of course you're naive. You're nineteen. Your life has only just begun and you will want something different everyday. My only hope for you Jungkook, is that one day, you will find out what it is that is truly important to you, and that you never stop fighting for that one thing."

The younger boy let a bashful smile curl his lips, his eyes sparkling in the early morning sunrays that beamed through the bakery windows.

"Thank you... Jin," Jungkook whispered, his cheeks flushing a rosy pink.

The pastery chef sent his brother a wink, before throwing his piece of dough onto the wooden counter with so much force it nearly made the weak plank break down.

"Now," he said, looking down at his work with a satisfied smile. "It is time for you to head to the market and get me some eggs. We still have work to do. Prince Namjoon's coronation will bring many foreigners to the capital, and they are all potential customers. We need to make sure people can smell our fruitcakes all the way from the edge of the city."

Jungkook immediately jumped up from his seat. "Don't worry brother. We'll definitely sell out today. The capital is stuffed tighter than a turkey!"

Jin hummed as he reached for a straw basket. "Who knows... maybe with the money we make, I can take a few days off..."

He curled his lips, pushing the basket into his brother's hands. "We can go to the mountains and I'll teach you how to hunt like you've always wanted... we could finally start using that bow and arrow I bought you for your nameday."

Jungkook's doe eyes widened and his jaw dropped.

"Are- are you serious Jin?!" He nearly yelled.

"For once I am," Jin said, grinning at his brother's overjoyed expression. "Now remember, don't get yourself in any trouble, stay out of the sun, and don't talk to anyone when you walk the streets."

Jungkook rolled his eyes. "Yeah, yeah. Lay low and don't stand out. I know, I know."

The boy skipped out of the bakery and waved at his older brother, who waved back with love-filled eyes and a heavy heart.

If only he could've given that boy everything he wanted, the baker thought, a deep sigh leaving his lungs. If only he was allowed to live a normal life of running around with friends, chasing girls and discovering himself without fear. Jin truly believed Jungkook deserved it all and more.

"I beg you, please," Jin prayed. "Let your son find his calling... let him find his destiny..."

The baker looked out the window with an uneasy expression as the streets of Delos grew packed with people from all over the kingdom.

"He can take care of himself Jin...." The baker whispered, his eyes finding the crowded town square every so often.

"He can take care of himself..."

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Jungkook remained in the shadows just as he'd promised his brother, manouvering past fat housewives, buffed-up men and annoying children, while covering half his face with a scarf. He snook through the narrow streets layed with cobblestone like a well trained spy, swift on his feet and agile like an athlete.

From the outside, Delos was beautiful, the nearby sea and the perfect weather painting the picture of a true paradise. But one only needed to walk amongst the people to realise that there was tension in every layer of the grand city, from the rich to the poor. The people felt a change on the rise, and no one wished to welcome it with open arms.

"ONE LAMB, ONLY ONE DRACHMA!"

"TWO LAMBS, TWELVE OBOLI!"

"YOU WON'T FIND CHEAPER! THREE BREAD, THREE OBOLI!"

Jungkook pulled his hood further over his head, stealthtily wurming himself through the mass to get closer to the shouting merchants.

He loathed the commotion. Nature was so much easier to navigate... easier to trust.

"TWELVE EGGS, THREE OBOLI! BOY OVER THERE, YOU NEED EGGS? WE HAVE THEM, ONLY THREE OBOLI!"

Jungkook huffed, only twelve eggs for three oboli? Was that guy insane? He could buy two whole chickens for that money.

"One!" He yelled at the merchant, his speech a little muffled by his scarf. "I'm not a foreigner my friend."

The merchant grinned, revealing a set of glimmering golden teeth. "Ah a local, okay! Sorry friend, we have to survive eh? Good business with the prince's coronation!"

Jungkook perked the corner of his lips, nodding as he handed the merchant a coin.

"Have a good day friend!" The man yelled with a wide smile, handing over the eggs.

Jungkook wasted no time to sneak bsck out of the horde, nearly running to be away from the many sweaty bodies and horribly shrill shouting.

Home was the only safe place inside Delos. Especially for someone like Jungkook...

"It's him!"

Jungkook's airway was abruptly closed off as he was yanked backwards by the back of his hood.

The boy released a choked noise, the back of his head slamming against concrete when he was thrown into a brick wall.

"Told you it was him," a soldier hissed with a mean grin, holding Jungkook pinned against the wall by his neck.

"What should we do with him?" His companion asked, crossing his arms over each other. "Once more people realise the king is gone they'll want to kill him... Maybe we could take the honor?"

The soldier squeezing Jungkook's airway shut chuckled with an unkind glint in his eyes. "You're gonna die you cunt. How dare you lay a hand on the king! You'll pay you piece of crap!"

Jungkook was absolutely lost. It wasn't odd for people to want to hurt him. For people to blame him for their misfortune. But the king? Had he disappeared? How would that be Jungkook's fault?

"F-friend, please, I promise you, I didn't-"

Jungkook only heard the sound of the tormenter's fist colliding with his cheek, and then he tasted his own salty blood, feeling the warm liquid stream through his teeth and down his cracked lips.

"Don't you dare call me your friend!" The man screamed. "Filthy half-god!"

Jungkook cringed as a large drop of spit landed on his face. He balled his fists, feeling anger rise from a place he knew he shouldn't let it.

"Shut up!" He yelld with a strained voice. "I didn't do anything wrong!"

The tormenter brought his knee up in-between Jungkook's legs, making the boy cry out in pain as tears sprung into his eyes.

"So he does have a cock," the man laughed, cackling as more and more people began to crowd around the spectacle.

"P-please," Jungkook begged, clawing at the hand squeezing his neck.

A fist was launched right into jungkook's stomach, and the people cheered as the boy whined in pain.

"He seems to have intenstines as well!"

The audience clapped and whistled for their quality entertainment.

"Let's see how much more human you are, huh? Friend..." the soldier whispered into Jungkook's ear, before harshly slamming the boy's back against the wall again.

The air was repeatedly knocked out of Jungkook's lungs until the boy knew he was seconds away from breaking. He mouthed the harrasor desperate pleads of mercy, but it was of no use.

Jungkook received no help, and slowly but surely, the boy could no longer stop his reflexes from kicking in.

Jungkook's eyes, that were usually a warm chocolate colour, beamed bright yellow like the fierce sun. He growled softly and flexed his muscles, his body beginning to radiate it's own light and his skin rapidly rising in tempature.

"What the..."

The soldier realeased Jungkook, as the boy's skin had become too flaming hot to touch.

Jungkook stepped forward, and both the soldier and the crowd immediately dispersed for him.

"L-listen... F-friend-" the soldier tried.

Jungkook took another step forward.

"I- I didn't mean... please- I have a family-"

And another.

"Have m-mercy-"

And the young boy raised his fist up into the sky, until reality itself seemed to warp at his command. Light gathered from the sun, until a power source the size of a football, appeared in the palm of Jungkook's hand.

The soldier cried out in fear, falling to his knees before the boy, just like everyone else standing by. He kissed Jungkook's feet, begging to be forgiven and desperately asking Zeus to take pity on his poor, rotten soul.

But the ratched man was mistaken, and he should've known better, for the God of the sky and thunder, was not the one in charge of the soldier's fate..

It was after all the son of the sungod he had angered.

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