In The Arms of A God

 Present TimeIn his hand is a silver platter containing a scroll sealed with the golden seal of an eagle. Yeojoon inhaled through his nose, knowing full well what that means, as the latter bowed low whilst offering the said platter to him.With a sigh, he placed the dumbbells on the floor and sat down on the nearest bench; frowning. "Let me guess, another one of his monthly letters telling me to come home to Olympus?" His brown orbs focused on the parchment as he rolled it open, careful enough not to damage the paper. With a click of his tongue, he reads through the passage and whispered to himself, "Knew it." Yeojoon chuckled at the predictability, tasting bitterness in his tongue. Sure, as Dionysus, he has to comply to his father's orders to visit the great, shining godly place or whatever.. so long as the place is the one in Gangnam, one of South Korea's richest places, he doesn't mind. He grew tired of

 Yeojoon arrived at the mansion about fourty minutes later after Damon. The skies darkened with rage and lightning striked at the ground as the god drove the car inside the huge gates of his mansion. Clangs of metal came down from behind as he parked it right infront of the house. Yeojoon inhaled the smell of rain, of peppermint, and the soft gusts of faint flowery scents in the ruined garden. Being the god of wine, he has always had a good nose. This is why he prefers to be isolated from other humans and live off in a wide expanse of land, placing his mansion in the middle, with it's all walls and maenads, his female followers, that guard each corner for rabid beasts that sometimes pass by. The first time he had encountered a crowd of humans, way back in the Joseon Era, he fainted from all the various scents that assaulted his senses. As a man now, he has more control in limiting his sense but it's better to live far, far away from

 The drive towards the company was quite long. Yeojoon spent his time watching the view of an expanse of trees stretching for miles away from the main road, until it transitions into a scenery of modern living. Huge, looming towers, tall buildings, crowded streets, and the beeping of cars.  Beside him is Damon, who wears a matching suit. Usually, it is Damon who drives him anywhere he likes. For example, he once decided to go out to buy new pads of paper, refreshing his stack of stationary, and a new monitor for his personal computer. Then, he also bought a printer. They wore respective masks, of course, so no one will recognize the "CEO" of Victoire Industries going on errands with a "someone". Yeojoon heaves a deep sigh. His mind trails back to that unfamiliar face. The only thing that he could remember now is their noticeable, peach-colored, plump lips and glassy skin. He heaves another sigh. And as he was facing the glass

 Beep! Beep! Beep! The pink alarm clock buzzed and vibrated on the bedside table, moving an inch from where it was, before a hand emerges from the pink sheets and slams down on it, shutting the damned thing off. "Stupid alarm clock." A voice groaned, soft and floaty. The figure on the grey king sized bed groans once more, turning to the side in such manner that their tangled cerulean blue sheets were pushed down, revealing their handsome, glowing face, plump pink lips, and surprisingly blonde hair. Charon, son of Nyx and Erebos, is back to snuggling with his cold pillows as if the alarm that buzzed seconds ago did not just turn on. His phone, the newest release from his modeling agency's wealthiest sponsor, lit up with messages from his manager, Elizabeth, who must have known he'll slack off and sleep despite his busy schedules. After all, in this realm, he is Han Sejin. A renowned model all over South Korea with