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"Yes?" Yoongi said it as if he was questioning Jungkook's intelligence.

"Leave." Jungkook said harshly as he got up from the armchair, walking menacingly towards Yoongi.

"What do you want me to do to prove it to you?" Yoongi asked, then quickly added. "I'm quite weak now, so don't ask for the sky to rain diamonds."  

"A God who's weak, what a joke." Jungkook returned back to sit on the armchair. He may as well get some entertainment before kicking the guy out.

"I just woke up from a 600 years slumber, I have no followers except maybe you and other few hundred dumb-asses. So if you want me to do something, please let it be related to death." Yoongi said and Jungkook ignored that the former alluded to him being a dumbass.

"Bring back someone from death then." Jungkook said sarcastically, Yoongi gave a him an are you serious look. "Ok then, if you're the God I've been praying to, make me experience what I felt the first time I prayed to you."

Yoongi listened, then nodded his head as if he was thinking deeply. He sighed, then got up from the couch towards Jungkook while talking.

"I think I faintly heard your prayer while sleeping, so I may be able to do that." Yoongi said as he stopped in front of Jungkook. "Can you close your eyes for me?"

Jungkook closed his eyes, the situation finally dawning on him. What if Yoongi is saying the truth? Will Jungkook actually cry in front of this stranger? Jungkook swallowed and waited for something to happen.

Nothing happened in a few moments before everything went silent. Jungkook's heart started to beat fast as a he first felt a breeze caress his face before an image of a garden spread in front of his eyes.

Jungkook knew that he had his eyes closed and the images of this beautiful garden were painted on his eyelids. It felt like those dreams where you're conscious that you're dreaming but can't wake up. 

Jungkook looked around frantically, feeling like he knew this place from somewhere. He knew that he has never been here but he knew this garden from stories or maybe he heard about it from someone.

Suddenly, the silence was broken by the sound of light, bare footsteps. Jungkook looked back to see a woman with wavy, long black hair and white dress walking towards him. She was his mother. Jungkook tried to run towards her, say something to her but he was paralyzed. 

When she arrived near him, she gave him a small smile that shook his heart to its core. She raised her hand, and slowly placed it on his head, then she gently stroked his hair. She crouched down to be at his level and look into his eyes. At that moment, Jungkook realized that he was way too shorter than her and she looked bigger for her small frame. She was just like from his memories. When she opened her mouth to say something, Jungkook's eyes shot open.

Now, the gentle hand on his head was replaced by a heavy one. His vision of Yoongi's torso was blurry with tears. After a moment of silence, the heavy feeling on his head disappeared and Yoongi walked two steps back.

"So?" Jungkook looked up to see a smug Yoongi.

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Jungkook stared at a Yoongi who's stuffing his face with food.

"So how do I know you're not a black magician or a witch or something?" Jungkook took a small bite from his fried eggs.

"Just an hour ago you didn't believe in Gods, but now you believe in witches?" Yoongi's voice was almost inaudible.

"You can never be too careful." Jungkook shrugged, and Yoongi just rolled his eyes. "How did you get here, though?"

"I was asleep and then I suddenly heard your first prayer then I woke up. So, first, **** you for waking me up." Yoongi swallowed before continuing. "Then, I woke up and was on the run for a week, until I heard your second prayer. Normally, I should hear all prayers but yours was the only one I coud hear, so I figured you were the most devoted and I came here." 

"Why were you on the run?" Jungkook was confused. Yoongi was a God, he should've been happy, he woke up.

"I'm not exactly the most loved God in heaven." Yoongi said with no sadness, as if he was used to being hated.

"Why?"

"I mean death isn't exactly a happy thing, is it?" Yoongi was done with eating, and now he was propping his elbow on the table, his chin on his hand, looking tired. 

"You're also supposedly the God of riches." Yoongi looked done with Jungkook's existence and if he was strong enough, he would've smite him to pieces.

"Who even remember that I'm the God of riches nowadays."

"I do." Jungkook shrugged. Yoongi looked shocked for a second before he sighed.

"You literally prayed to me for something related to death." 

"Uhm, right." Jungkook was kind of flustered. "Anyway, why were you sleeping for 600 years?"

"I feel like I'm under Hoseok's questioning again." Yoongi sighed for the hundredth time. "I put myself to sleep." Yoongi sensed that Jungkook would want an elaboration on that so he continued.

"Prayers for me decreased and decreased until no one prayed to me, so I became too weak and lost almost all my spiritual powers and almost became human. With the little power I had left, I put myself to sleep." Yoongi explained.

"But I know that you have at least one thousand believers nowadays."

"One thousand is nothing for today's standards. Most Gods have at least thousands of prayers everyday. If I wake up, I'd be nothing but a human with some useless powers, such as teleportation and hypnosis."

To be continued....

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