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"This time is stronger than what happened twenty two years ago." Hoseok shook his head as if he didn't believe what happened.

"That's what I thought as well. I remember this feeling from 600 years ago. It's the same as the day where Demetry had over twenty thousand followers pray to him at once." Namjoon explained.

"Now that you say it, I can't help but agree. It can't be nothing else other than spiritual energy coming from worshiping humans, devoted ones as well." Hoseok added.

While Hoseok and Namjoon stopped talking to think about the whole situation, a young boy walked inside. He bowed to the two Gods and then said that he has very troubling news. Hoseok told him to speak.

"His highness, Seokjin,  had some business in the underworld. He came back wounded and went unconscious as soon as he arrived. The last word he said was a cryptic : He is back."

Namjoon and Hoseok looked at each other with the same look of shock and thought the same thing at the same time : How did he suddenly get over ten thousand people pray to him at the same time ?

"I will personally go down there to investigate." Hoseok said as he walked past Namjoon.

"Should we send someone with you?"

"Not necessary. I'm leaving heaven to you." Hoseok said and Namjoon bowed. 

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Jungkook looked at the flickering candle with wide eyes. It's been a week since the first time he prayed to a God. Jungkook asked many believers about how they felt while praying but no one shared the same experience as him. He didn't tell them how he felt, though, he didn't want to be called crazy and delusional.

Jungkook repeated the same ritual as a week ago. The book instructed him to use a piece of fabric that belonged to the dead person, a candle representing fire, and water representing mercy. He once again closed his eyes and began talking internally with the God.

Uhm, hey again, I guess. I felt something while praying last time so I'm back again. I asked a lot of friends about it, so I came to the conclusion that I'm delusional. But, at any case, my prayer for my mother still stands. If you're still alive as the book said, I hope you take care of her.

"I can't even take care of myself at the moment, so I'm sorry I can't respond to your prayer." Jungkook heard a voice say. It didn't sound that it was inside his head, but rather in front of him. But Jungkook didn't open his eyes, once again afraid that if he opens them, he'll stop being delusional.

Who are you?

"You're literally praying to me." The voice said sarcastically. "Can you stop thinking shit and start talking? I don't have enough spiritual energy to read your prayers."

A god cursing?

"Yes and for ****'s sake open your eyes and help me, I'm gonna die for the second time."

Open my eyes?

"Why did I end up in a dumbass worshiper's house." This was the last line Jungkook heard before a loud thud came from in front of him. Jungkook's eyes flew open..

Jungkook crawled towards the body laying in the middle of his living room. He didn't know if he should be concerned for his safety or for the well being of the man.

"W-who are you?" Jungkook stuttered while poking the stranger's arm.

"I'm about to die here and that's your first question. Get me some food and water first." The stranger ordered and Jungkook for some reason complied.

Jungkook came back to the living room to find the man now laying on his couch. The latter ate the apple and chugged down the glass of water as if he hasn't eaten in a decade.

"I'm sorry for intruding, but it's your fault for praying to me." The man said as he lowered the now empty glass.

"What do you mean?" Jungkook was still in a state of shock.

"I'm Yoongi, rumored dead God of death and underworld." Yoongi said nonchalantly as if he didn't just claim he was a God. "Which is very ironic."

Yoongi said, his eyelids feeling heavy. He stretched, and then laid his body on the couch.

"Goodnight." He murmured and then went silent.

To say Jungkook was shocked would be an understatement. A stranger was sleeping on his couch as if it was his home. If this person is truly a God, he was a God with no manners. Also, how can a God look so small. It didn't look like the grandiose god everyone talked about. He didn't look dangerous at all.

Yoongi was small, and considerably short compared to Jungkook. His face despite the frown was round and small under the moonlight.

Jungkook didn't sleep that night. How can he sleep when someone he doesn't even know is sleeping on his couch? The sun slowly rose up as Jungkook stared holes at the coffee table. Yoongi on the other hand didn't move in his sleep, laying there like a rock, Jungkook would've doubted that the other was breathing if it wasn't for the slow and quiet fall and rise of his chest.

Around seven, Yoongi shifted slightly which got Jungkook's attention. The self-proclaimed God, rose up from his laying position and sat up, rubbing his red, puffy eyes.

"Your couch is as hard as a rock." Yoongi complained as he yawned. "You didn't sleep?"

"Who are you?" Jungkook glared at the man who was way too comfortable for an uninvited guest.

"I told you, Yoongi, God of death." Yoongi stretched.

"And you think I'd believe that." Jungkook was ready to punch the cocky guy. Jungkook was emotional last night, so somewhere deep in his heart, he tried to believe that this guy is, indeed, some type of God. But now that he thought about it for hours, he realized how stupid he was to be fooled easily. 

"You were praying to me, I heard your prayer and I came." Yoongi raised an eyebrow as if he was offended by Jungkook's statement.

"And just like that you came to my house for shelter and sleep?" 

To be continued...

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