P037: You’re my golden sky
From: baestill
Title: You’re my golden sky
Prompt Code: P037
Rating: NC-17
Length: 3200 words
Summary: But right there, Joonmyeon decided that it didn’t matter how many riches - how many treasures he owned. Because compared to the male in front of him, it was all nothing but stones and sand.
Warnings: Mentions of suicide, masturbation
Notes: First I want to thank the prompter for this amazing prompt! I hope it’ll live up to your expectations! Then a huge thank you to my forever loyal beta and best friend, who also made the moodboard to go along with the fic, and saved me from making many grammatical mistakes. I’ll make sure to credit you properly after this. To everyone, I hope you’ll enjoy my hard work.
Joonmyeon had been born on a particularly stormy night, wind howling and waves crashing. His father, Poseidon, who had been known as a stern man with unruly curly hair and permanent scowl hidden behind his beard, shone with pride as he was handed his son.
Though Joonmyeon had from his birth resembled his mother more, with nymph like features and eyes as dark as the ocean, his father had always seemed to favor him over his siblings. But perhaps, it was because of just that.
He grew into a handsome boy - and then into a handsome man - in front of Poseidon’s eyes and his pride for his son only grew as the years passed.
That’s why, on Joonmyeon’s 15th birthday, he was crowned as “Suho, the Guardian of the Sea.” He stood by his father’s side, protecting the ocean and its people. And though he was the youngest of his siblings, he was clearly the strongest - the most powerful. At the mere age of 15 years old, he handled all his responsibilities with care and a clear mind.
So it was a mystery why Poseidon had never brought his son with him to Olympus, to let him meet with the other Gods and Goddesses.
So when Joonmyeon was brought along to the celebration of the birth of yet another of Zeus’ sons, the Gods and Goddesses watched with curiosity. It had been rumored that the youngest son of Poseidon was as cold as the depthless sea and as strong as the ruthless waves, but nothing had prepared them for what their eyes met.
Joonmyeon, who was now at the age of 20 years, wasn’t as tall as his father but his shoulders were broad and his arms strong. Patterns of iridescent skin stretched over his body, tiny scales covering smaller areas on his legs, arms and neck. His eyes and hair were as dark as the deepest part of the sea, and his skin which had never been exposed to direct sunlight had a pale color.
The young God could clearly feel the eyes following him, and he disliked it. He had never attended any celebrations in Olympus by his own will, since he preferred the calming silence of the ocean. He had never spared any other God or Goddess any second thoughts and he could feel himself already longing to return to the sea.
But as any young God, he had to listen to his father who deemed it necessary for the Guardian of the Sea to meet and get to know the people he’d have to work together with in the future. But Joonmyeon was incredibly stubborn, and so he kept the talking to a minimum.
He regretted his agreement to join the celebration, until the sun was setting, and oh, there in the vanishing sunlight stood a beauty that left even Joonmyeon speechless. He looked around him, and was shocked to discover that he was the only one who seemed to notice this gorgeous creature. Though it was talking with a God, the God didn’t seem to realize what kind of beauty he was talking to, and it puzzled Joonmyeon.
The radiant being was a man that much was clear. But Joonmyeon had studied on all the Gods and Goddesses, he knew them all with ease, and this male, he did not recognize.
For the first time that day, he left his father’s side.
He approached the man slowly, not walking towards him directly. He was interested in knowing more about this male, but he felt intimidated by his beauty, so he stayed away.
But he did indeed admire him from afar. And if he ever needed to describe this man to anyone with just one word, it’d simply be: golden.
As he stood there in the fading sunlight, his golden hair almost shone, and oh, when he laughed his bright golden eyes turned into crescent moons.
Truly, Joonmyeon had experienced his fair share of beautiful and magical things in his life, as being the Guardian of the Sea came with many riches, and it was wide known that the ocean was a breath-taking place, even to those who were used to its beauty.
But right there, Joonmyeon decided that it didn’t matter how many riches - how many treasures he owned. Because compared to the male in front of him, it was all nothing but stones and sand.
Luckily for the young God, no one seemed to see just how much he was drawn to the effortless charm of the other, and though Joonmyeon had never been a coward, he spent the rest of the time simply watching the other, not daring to come forward and present himself to such an ethereal being.
And every night for the next 3 years, Joonmyeon would regret that decision.
He lived on with his life in the sea, just as he had before, seeming normal to the outside world. He only grew increasingly powerful, earned the respect of countless people - both Gods and mortals. But to Joonmyeon, none of those things mattered. It all was grey, colorless to him.
But when he lied in bed at night, he would close his eyes and dream of gentle hues of golden, soft golden silk under his fingertips, but when he tried to grasp it, it turns into colorless sand.
It wasn’t long before Joonmyeon heard the rumors. The scandalous rumors that a demi-god, the son of the mighty Zeus, was caught roaming the mortal world more often than not. That the demi-god, who had been gifted with the power of Zeus even though he housed mortal blood in his body, would embarrass his father like that, his father who had allowed him to live with him at the Olympus.
It was only after several nights, that he realized the significance of it. Of course. He had studied all known Gods, even those who lived outside of Olympus, and yet, he didn’t recognize the man who had haunted him all these years. He had to be a demi-god - that specific demi-god, who had gone against the unwritten rules that told Gods never to get attached to the mortal world, and especially not to visit it without reason.
But a moment later, Joonmyeon understood the demi-god’s reason logic. Or kind of- because Joonmyeon himself was tempted to break the said rule, merely to see the man again who had left his heart golden.
Though tempted was indeed the wrong word for it, since Joonmyeon found himself at the seashore only a night later. He had waited for so long, and now that he finally knew where the other was, he couldn’t stop his heart from pulling him towards the object of his admiration.
Normally, Joonmyeon hated exiting the water. His scales went dry too quickly and the sunlight hurt his eyes. But this time he barely even broke the surface before he was walking on the hot sand.
The warmth of the sand disappeared quickly though, because as Joonmyeon discovered, being the son of the Goddess of saltwater and the God of the Sea, did give him certain powers. As soon as he had placed his feet on the mainland, large drops of water had started pouring from the before clear sky.
It ended up being so heavy that he had to go back to the water without even looking for the demi-god because the sudden rain would raise suspicion. That didn’t mean that he went back to the sea fully - no. He sat on-shore longing, even a long time after the rain had stopped.
Joonmyeon was miserable. His mood only seemed to clear up slowly as the days before the full moon arrived.
Being the great student he was, Joonmyeon had read the myths about powers being at their weakest when the full moon adored the night sky. And he was certainly willing to test that myth, because really, he’d do almost anything to see his golden demi-god again.
The full moon shone on Joonmyeon as he was kneeling on the dry sand. He was filled with some kind of unbelieving joy, and not once did it occur to him that a scaly God would attract attention nor that he had no idea where to look for the demi-god.
He just wandered with steady steps through the sand and into the nearby forest, eyes moving over anything he passed by.
Joonmyeon would never admit it, but he was slightly fascinated. He had never been in the world of the mortals, only read countless books about their society, worlds and so on. Never had he expected it to seem so peaceful - almost beautiful. He had only read about wars, brutality, and this was so far from it. He had always been taught that mortals were faulty beings that only existed because of merciful Gods, and that the mortals were only built on mistakes and greed.
But this place didn’t seem so bad.
Sure, he had only been wandering through the forest all this time, not even spotting a single mortal once. But a place that quiet didn’t seem to exist near anything as bad as he had read about the mortal world.
After a while, Joonmyeon began doubting that he was even at the right place. It was as if he had been going in circles, which was really no surprise at all, seeing as he had no idea where he was even heading to.
He had been wandering for a while before he came to a clearing. The wind gently caressed his dry scales and made his dark hair move over his forehead. It was like he entered another dimension, where everything was suddenly pleasant, his scales stopped itching and though he had been wandering for a while, his legs weren't tired anymore.
And there was a simple reason for that, and that was because of the creature seated in the clearing.
It was indeed the demi-god.
He was just as radiant as Joonmyeon had remembered him, just as breathtaking.
He was just seated there up against a tree with a boom in his lap, not even looking up at Joonmyeon and still, Joonmyeon felt as though every ounce of air he had in his body had left at the mere sight of the other. His whole body tingled like it was filled with fireflies, but he was still standing in the same spot, not having moved an inch.
Was he, the mighty Guardian of the Sea, too shy to approach a mere demi-god?
Joonmyeon would hear none of that nonsense, not even from himself.
He approached the demi-god with confidence, but that natural confidence that normally shone off Joonmyeon like a lighthouse during a stormy night slowly faded when the demi-god didn’t pay him the slightest bit of attention even though Joonmyeon was standing just in front of him.
The demi-god knew he was there, that much was clear. He just didn’t want to pay any attention to the God, and that made Joonmyeon huff.
Who did this demi-god think he was? Where did that deep arrogance come from, that deep arrogance that made the man think he was too good to acknowledge the presence of the almighty Guardian of the Sea?
Even as Joonmyeon squatted down in front of the other his presence was still ignored.
Joonmyeon frowned before reaching out to take the book from the other man’s grasp. Finally the other’s golden eyes fell on him and just that simple action made the confidence flare up inside of Joonmyeon once again. He got up with a smirk spreading over his lips and with the book still in his hand.
He eyed the book, seemingly with zero interest, but inside he might have been slight curious about what kind of book that could have been more exciting than him. What he saw made him scowl. Mathematics? He was being ignored over a book about something as simple as mathematics?
Before he could think about more of why the demi-god would even read something that had written by a human, the book was harshly yanked from his grip, and when he looked up at the other who were was scowling at him, golden eyes filled with distrust.
While Joonmyeon was usually a very bright man with lots of opinions and words, he was now speechless. Though the other was just wearing a simple cream colored robe, it contrasted gorgeously with the shining tan color of his skin. The gold jewelry adorning his arms and ears only seemed to add to the golden aura that Joonmyeon had always seen in the other.
He looked out of this world even when dressed in such a simple garment, and if he hadn’t known about the mortality in the other male, he would have assumed he was of a high Godly status simple from his looks.
But the facts proved otherwise, and though Joonmyeon without a doubt would have wished for the other to not own any mortal blood, he sadly couldn’t change it. And although just from that fact he should know to stay away, for a God like him couldn’t mix with anyone with mortal blood in their veins, he just couldn’t.
So with Joonmyeon just standing there looking as dumb as ever, the scowl on the demi-god’s face soon turned into an expression of confusion. He knew who Joonmyeon was - everyone knew who Joonmyeon was, mortal or of Godly blood.
But being in the presence of such a powerful God didn’t seem to faze him at all, and Joonmyeon figured it was because of being present to many of the Olympus gatherings along with him having been gifted with his father’s powers.
Still, he flinched away when Joonmyeon reached out to touch him. He only spared Joonmyeon another glance before turning around and running away.
Joonmyeon may have been too taken with the man, but he would chase no one.
But at the next full moon he was back at the exact clearing. He hadn’t remembered the way to that specific clearing but somehow his legs seemed to know which way to carry him, and to his incredible luck, the demi-god was there at the same spot as last time, book in his lap.
Joonmyeon had decided to approach him differently this time, mostly because he didn’t want to scare him off as he had done the last time.
He seated himself under the same tree as the other man, the chilly grass tickling the underside of his legs.
He didn’t say anything as if speaking would ruin the moment and just sitting beside him had Joonmyeon’s entire body tingling, so he was worried his voice might crack with nervousness if he tried to speak.
So they just sat in the dark, the bright moon shining down on then through the foliage of the tree, the demi-god focused on his book and Joonmyeon focused on him.
Many full moons were spent like this, them just sitting beside each other in silence until the sun rose in the horizon.
Joonmyeon truly enjoyed just being near the other man, but he longed for so much more. He longed so much that every time there was a storm raging over his ocean, he’d pleasure himself, the image of the other male becoming clearer in his head every time the lightning stroke.
But every time the storm had ended and Joonmyeon had finished, his own salty release blending with the saltiness of the sea, he felt a heart stabbing loneliness.
He needed a way to approach the other man properly, and though he seemed to have a preference towards mortal literature, Joonmyeon could in no way possible get his hands on any of those even if he wanted to, and so at the next full moon he brought the other a book written by Joonmyeon’s kin centuries ago.
The other man lit up like a star, eyes sparkling with interest as he flipped through the heavy leather-bound book. He thanked Joonmyeon with a bright voice, and as usual, Joonmyeon was at a loss for words, so he just gave the other a smile.
They became closer after that; not too close, but closer.
Instead of the other having his nose buried in his book, he’d pay attention to Joonmyeon, attentively listening to the stories Joonmyeon told him, his hands often touching Joonmyeon in some way.
Joonmyeon now knew his name, and he thought that a name as beautiful as Jongdae fitted the other perfectly.
Sometimes Jongdae would read out loud from his book, as Joonmyeon would lie in his lap. At other times they’d switch, with Jongdae resting in his lap while he told stories of his kin, of war and peace.
They would talk about dreams - hopes for the future. And even though it was a typical mortal thing to do, Joonmyeon somehow enjoyed it. He enjoyed being with Jongdae.
He enjoyed when they would lie on the damp grass and watch the stars, while Jongdae would point and create different imaginary patterns across the sky.
At some point they would share their fears, and Joonmyeon found it kind of funny that Jongdae had a fear of water, when he was this close to the Guardian of the Sea. But then Jongdae would make fun of his irrational fear of anything that could fly - he’d almost hide behind Jongdae every time he saw a bird.
They never spoke of their differences however, and Joonmyeon never spoke of his always growing desire towards the other, though he sometimes felt that it was painfully obvious.
But when Jongdae would sit in front of him, his robe sliding up his smooth leg, as he busied himself with making a flower crown out of daisies, because he had claimed that the bright flowers would suit Joonmyeon’s dark hair perfectly, it was hard for the God not to admit to his fondness of the other male.
But as time passed, it was clear he didn’t have to voice it out loud.
Jongdae seemed to understand his feelings better than he did himself.
He’d reach out to touch Joonmyeon’s face with his gentle hands, lips pressing over his forehead and brows. Every touch was innocent and gentle, but it still left him burning. He wanted to be whole with Jongdae; he wanted to be able to spend every day with him.
But the universe had other things in mind.
When Poseidon heard that his precious son was exchanging loving words with the son of Zeus and a woman of mortal status he was furious - and seemingly, so became Zeus. Though he had been kind to his son, and let him live in the mortal world, he had betrayed him in a way like this, with the son of Poseidon.
They were separated and kept under high surveillance at all times.
After several months apart, an uncontrollable storm filled their waters and Joonmyeon was able to get away from the castle. When he broke the surface of the water he was almost pushed down again from the force of the waves, but he kept on going to the ocean shore, something told him to keep going.
He spotted a form in the water, and then it all made sense. The sky was weeping; Zeus was mourning.
Any mortal would die by drowning, but if a God drowned he’d belong to the sea.
Title: You’re my golden sky
Prompt Code: P037
Rating: NC-17
Length: 3200 words
Summary: But right there, Joonmyeon decided that it didn’t matter how many riches - how many treasures he owned. Because compared to the male in front of him, it was all nothing but stones and sand.
Warnings: Mentions of suicide, masturbation
Notes: First I want to thank the prompter for this amazing prompt! I hope it’ll live up to your expectations! Then a huge thank you to my forever loyal beta and best friend, who also made the moodboard to go along with the fic, and saved me from making many grammatical mistakes. I’ll make sure to credit you properly after this. To everyone, I hope you’ll enjoy my hard work.
Joonmyeon had been born on a particularly stormy night, wind howling and waves crashing. His father, Poseidon, who had been known as a stern man with unruly curly hair and permanent scowl hidden behind his beard, shone with pride as he was handed his son.
Though Joonmyeon had from his birth resembled his mother more, with nymph like features and eyes as dark as the ocean, his father had always seemed to favor him over his siblings. But perhaps, it was because of just that.
He grew into a handsome boy - and then into a handsome man - in front of Poseidon’s eyes and his pride for his son only grew as the years passed.
That’s why, on Joonmyeon’s 15th birthday, he was crowned as “Suho, the Guardian of the Sea.” He stood by his father’s side, protecting the ocean and its people. And though he was the youngest of his siblings, he was clearly the strongest - the most powerful. At the mere age of 15 years old, he handled all his responsibilities with care and a clear mind.
So it was a mystery why Poseidon had never brought his son with him to Olympus, to let him meet with the other Gods and Goddesses.
So when Joonmyeon was brought along to the celebration of the birth of yet another of Zeus’ sons, the Gods and Goddesses watched with curiosity. It had been rumored that the youngest son of Poseidon was as cold as the depthless sea and as strong as the ruthless waves, but nothing had prepared them for what their eyes met.
Joonmyeon, who was now at the age of 20 years, wasn’t as tall as his father but his shoulders were broad and his arms strong. Patterns of iridescent skin stretched over his body, tiny scales covering smaller areas on his legs, arms and neck. His eyes and hair were as dark as the deepest part of the sea, and his skin which had never been exposed to direct sunlight had a pale color.
The young God could clearly feel the eyes following him, and he disliked it. He had never attended any celebrations in Olympus by his own will, since he preferred the calming silence of the ocean. He had never spared any other God or Goddess any second thoughts and he could feel himself already longing to return to the sea.
But as any young God, he had to listen to his father who deemed it necessary for the Guardian of the Sea to meet and get to know the people he’d have to work together with in the future. But Joonmyeon was incredibly stubborn, and so he kept the talking to a minimum.
He regretted his agreement to join the celebration, until the sun was setting, and oh, there in the vanishing sunlight stood a beauty that left even Joonmyeon speechless. He looked around him, and was shocked to discover that he was the only one who seemed to notice this gorgeous creature. Though it was talking with a God, the God didn’t seem to realize what kind of beauty he was talking to, and it puzzled Joonmyeon.
The radiant being was a man that much was clear. But Joonmyeon had studied on all the Gods and Goddesses, he knew them all with ease, and this male, he did not recognize.
For the first time that day, he left his father’s side.
He approached the man slowly, not walking towards him directly. He was interested in knowing more about this male, but he felt intimidated by his beauty, so he stayed away.
But he did indeed admire him from afar. And if he ever needed to describe this man to anyone with just one word, it’d simply be: golden.
As he stood there in the fading sunlight, his golden hair almost shone, and oh, when he laughed his bright golden eyes turned into crescent moons.
Truly, Joonmyeon had experienced his fair share of beautiful and magical things in his life, as being the Guardian of the Sea came with many riches, and it was wide known that the ocean was a breath-taking place, even to those who were used to its beauty.
But right there, Joonmyeon decided that it didn’t matter how many riches - how many treasures he owned. Because compared to the male in front of him, it was all nothing but stones and sand.
Luckily for the young God, no one seemed to see just how much he was drawn to the effortless charm of the other, and though Joonmyeon had never been a coward, he spent the rest of the time simply watching the other, not daring to come forward and present himself to such an ethereal being.
And every night for the next 3 years, Joonmyeon would regret that decision.
He lived on with his life in the sea, just as he had before, seeming normal to the outside world. He only grew increasingly powerful, earned the respect of countless people - both Gods and mortals. But to Joonmyeon, none of those things mattered. It all was grey, colorless to him.
But when he lied in bed at night, he would close his eyes and dream of gentle hues of golden, soft golden silk under his fingertips, but when he tried to grasp it, it turns into colorless sand.
It wasn’t long before Joonmyeon heard the rumors. The scandalous rumors that a demi-god, the son of the mighty Zeus, was caught roaming the mortal world more often than not. That the demi-god, who had been gifted with the power of Zeus even though he housed mortal blood in his body, would embarrass his father like that, his father who had allowed him to live with him at the Olympus.
It was only after several nights, that he realized the significance of it. Of course. He had studied all known Gods, even those who lived outside of Olympus, and yet, he didn’t recognize the man who had haunted him all these years. He had to be a demi-god - that specific demi-god, who had gone against the unwritten rules that told Gods never to get attached to the mortal world, and especially not to visit it without reason.
But a moment later, Joonmyeon understood the demi-god’s reason logic. Or kind of- because Joonmyeon himself was tempted to break the said rule, merely to see the man again who had left his heart golden.
Though tempted was indeed the wrong word for it, since Joonmyeon found himself at the seashore only a night later. He had waited for so long, and now that he finally knew where the other was, he couldn’t stop his heart from pulling him towards the object of his admiration.
Normally, Joonmyeon hated exiting the water. His scales went dry too quickly and the sunlight hurt his eyes. But this time he barely even broke the surface before he was walking on the hot sand.
The warmth of the sand disappeared quickly though, because as Joonmyeon discovered, being the son of the Goddess of saltwater and the God of the Sea, did give him certain powers. As soon as he had placed his feet on the mainland, large drops of water had started pouring from the before clear sky.
It ended up being so heavy that he had to go back to the water without even looking for the demi-god because the sudden rain would raise suspicion. That didn’t mean that he went back to the sea fully - no. He sat on-shore longing, even a long time after the rain had stopped.
Joonmyeon was miserable. His mood only seemed to clear up slowly as the days before the full moon arrived.
Being the great student he was, Joonmyeon had read the myths about powers being at their weakest when the full moon adored the night sky. And he was certainly willing to test that myth, because really, he’d do almost anything to see his golden demi-god again.
The full moon shone on Joonmyeon as he was kneeling on the dry sand. He was filled with some kind of unbelieving joy, and not once did it occur to him that a scaly God would attract attention nor that he had no idea where to look for the demi-god.
He just wandered with steady steps through the sand and into the nearby forest, eyes moving over anything he passed by.
Joonmyeon would never admit it, but he was slightly fascinated. He had never been in the world of the mortals, only read countless books about their society, worlds and so on. Never had he expected it to seem so peaceful - almost beautiful. He had only read about wars, brutality, and this was so far from it. He had always been taught that mortals were faulty beings that only existed because of merciful Gods, and that the mortals were only built on mistakes and greed.
But this place didn’t seem so bad.
Sure, he had only been wandering through the forest all this time, not even spotting a single mortal once. But a place that quiet didn’t seem to exist near anything as bad as he had read about the mortal world.
After a while, Joonmyeon began doubting that he was even at the right place. It was as if he had been going in circles, which was really no surprise at all, seeing as he had no idea where he was even heading to.
He had been wandering for a while before he came to a clearing. The wind gently caressed his dry scales and made his dark hair move over his forehead. It was like he entered another dimension, where everything was suddenly pleasant, his scales stopped itching and though he had been wandering for a while, his legs weren't tired anymore.
And there was a simple reason for that, and that was because of the creature seated in the clearing.
It was indeed the demi-god.
He was just as radiant as Joonmyeon had remembered him, just as breathtaking.
He was just seated there up against a tree with a boom in his lap, not even looking up at Joonmyeon and still, Joonmyeon felt as though every ounce of air he had in his body had left at the mere sight of the other. His whole body tingled like it was filled with fireflies, but he was still standing in the same spot, not having moved an inch.
Was he, the mighty Guardian of the Sea, too shy to approach a mere demi-god?
Joonmyeon would hear none of that nonsense, not even from himself.
He approached the demi-god with confidence, but that natural confidence that normally shone off Joonmyeon like a lighthouse during a stormy night slowly faded when the demi-god didn’t pay him the slightest bit of attention even though Joonmyeon was standing just in front of him.
The demi-god knew he was there, that much was clear. He just didn’t want to pay any attention to the God, and that made Joonmyeon huff.
Who did this demi-god think he was? Where did that deep arrogance come from, that deep arrogance that made the man think he was too good to acknowledge the presence of the almighty Guardian of the Sea?
Even as Joonmyeon squatted down in front of the other his presence was still ignored.
Joonmyeon frowned before reaching out to take the book from the other man’s grasp. Finally the other’s golden eyes fell on him and just that simple action made the confidence flare up inside of Joonmyeon once again. He got up with a smirk spreading over his lips and with the book still in his hand.
He eyed the book, seemingly with zero interest, but inside he might have been slight curious about what kind of book that could have been more exciting than him. What he saw made him scowl. Mathematics? He was being ignored over a book about something as simple as mathematics?
Before he could think about more of why the demi-god would even read something that had written by a human, the book was harshly yanked from his grip, and when he looked up at the other who were was scowling at him, golden eyes filled with distrust.
While Joonmyeon was usually a very bright man with lots of opinions and words, he was now speechless. Though the other was just wearing a simple cream colored robe, it contrasted gorgeously with the shining tan color of his skin. The gold jewelry adorning his arms and ears only seemed to add to the golden aura that Joonmyeon had always seen in the other.
He looked out of this world even when dressed in such a simple garment, and if he hadn’t known about the mortality in the other male, he would have assumed he was of a high Godly status simple from his looks.
But the facts proved otherwise, and though Joonmyeon without a doubt would have wished for the other to not own any mortal blood, he sadly couldn’t change it. And although just from that fact he should know to stay away, for a God like him couldn’t mix with anyone with mortal blood in their veins, he just couldn’t.
So with Joonmyeon just standing there looking as dumb as ever, the scowl on the demi-god’s face soon turned into an expression of confusion. He knew who Joonmyeon was - everyone knew who Joonmyeon was, mortal or of Godly blood.
But being in the presence of such a powerful God didn’t seem to faze him at all, and Joonmyeon figured it was because of being present to many of the Olympus gatherings along with him having been gifted with his father’s powers.
Still, he flinched away when Joonmyeon reached out to touch him. He only spared Joonmyeon another glance before turning around and running away.
Joonmyeon may have been too taken with the man, but he would chase no one.
But at the next full moon he was back at the exact clearing. He hadn’t remembered the way to that specific clearing but somehow his legs seemed to know which way to carry him, and to his incredible luck, the demi-god was there at the same spot as last time, book in his lap.
Joonmyeon had decided to approach him differently this time, mostly because he didn’t want to scare him off as he had done the last time.
He seated himself under the same tree as the other man, the chilly grass tickling the underside of his legs.
He didn’t say anything as if speaking would ruin the moment and just sitting beside him had Joonmyeon’s entire body tingling, so he was worried his voice might crack with nervousness if he tried to speak.
So they just sat in the dark, the bright moon shining down on then through the foliage of the tree, the demi-god focused on his book and Joonmyeon focused on him.
Many full moons were spent like this, them just sitting beside each other in silence until the sun rose in the horizon.
Joonmyeon truly enjoyed just being near the other man, but he longed for so much more. He longed so much that every time there was a storm raging over his ocean, he’d pleasure himself, the image of the other male becoming clearer in his head every time the lightning stroke.
But every time the storm had ended and Joonmyeon had finished, his own salty release blending with the saltiness of the sea, he felt a heart stabbing loneliness.
He needed a way to approach the other man properly, and though he seemed to have a preference towards mortal literature, Joonmyeon could in no way possible get his hands on any of those even if he wanted to, and so at the next full moon he brought the other a book written by Joonmyeon’s kin centuries ago.
The other man lit up like a star, eyes sparkling with interest as he flipped through the heavy leather-bound book. He thanked Joonmyeon with a bright voice, and as usual, Joonmyeon was at a loss for words, so he just gave the other a smile.
They became closer after that; not too close, but closer.
Instead of the other having his nose buried in his book, he’d pay attention to Joonmyeon, attentively listening to the stories Joonmyeon told him, his hands often touching Joonmyeon in some way.
Joonmyeon now knew his name, and he thought that a name as beautiful as Jongdae fitted the other perfectly.
Sometimes Jongdae would read out loud from his book, as Joonmyeon would lie in his lap. At other times they’d switch, with Jongdae resting in his lap while he told stories of his kin, of war and peace.
They would talk about dreams - hopes for the future. And even though it was a typical mortal thing to do, Joonmyeon somehow enjoyed it. He enjoyed being with Jongdae.
He enjoyed when they would lie on the damp grass and watch the stars, while Jongdae would point and create different imaginary patterns across the sky.
At some point they would share their fears, and Joonmyeon found it kind of funny that Jongdae had a fear of water, when he was this close to the Guardian of the Sea. But then Jongdae would make fun of his irrational fear of anything that could fly - he’d almost hide behind Jongdae every time he saw a bird.
They never spoke of their differences however, and Joonmyeon never spoke of his always growing desire towards the other, though he sometimes felt that it was painfully obvious.
But when Jongdae would sit in front of him, his robe sliding up his smooth leg, as he busied himself with making a flower crown out of daisies, because he had claimed that the bright flowers would suit Joonmyeon’s dark hair perfectly, it was hard for the God not to admit to his fondness of the other male.
But as time passed, it was clear he didn’t have to voice it out loud.
Jongdae seemed to understand his feelings better than he did himself.
He’d reach out to touch Joonmyeon’s face with his gentle hands, lips pressing over his forehead and brows. Every touch was innocent and gentle, but it still left him burning. He wanted to be whole with Jongdae; he wanted to be able to spend every day with him.
But the universe had other things in mind.
When Poseidon heard that his precious son was exchanging loving words with the son of Zeus and a woman of mortal status he was furious - and seemingly, so became Zeus. Though he had been kind to his son, and let him live in the mortal world, he had betrayed him in a way like this, with the son of Poseidon.
They were separated and kept under high surveillance at all times.
After several months apart, an uncontrollable storm filled their waters and Joonmyeon was able to get away from the castle. When he broke the surface of the water he was almost pushed down again from the force of the waves, but he kept on going to the ocean shore, something told him to keep going.
He spotted a form in the water, and then it all made sense. The sky was weeping; Zeus was mourning.
Any mortal would die by drowning, but if a God drowned he’d belong to the sea.