[A/N:] If you are re-reading, please do not spoil anything for first time readers ❤️

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"Woman!" The man slipped and fell into the still sea colored water of the tub, obviously startled by your screeching. "For Zeus' sake, stop screaming like Demeter did when Persephone disappeared!!"

You didn't stop screaming. In fact, you kept screaming as you bolted for the towel that was draped on the wall hanger. You finally stopped when you'd securely wrapped the towel around your body tightly.

"Mortals," you heard the man in the tub mutter half to himself. "Forgot how overreactive they are."

"Who the hell are you?" You sputtered, heart hammering in your chest.

A damp, dark head poked out from the tub and you were greeted by a ferociously scowling young man. You didn't realize until now how youthful the guy looked. "I go by many names: Son of the Wind and Sea, Slayer of Monsters, Womanizer of the North..." he trailed off slightly at your baffled look. "But you may call me Jungkook if we must keep it as boring as possible."

"You... you were supposed to be a bath bomb!" You exploded.

The strange man, Jungkook, rolled his eyes and with a ripple through his muscles, rose up and emerged from the tub. Your eyes practically bugged out as the man shamelessly stepped out into the wide open bathroom buck naked as the day he was born. "Well turns out it's your lucky day, sweetheart, cause you just got something ten times better: me," he drawled, pushing back his damp hair to reveal a strong forehead.

"Oh my ghod, can you please put on some clothes?" You gasped, ripping your eyes away from the tantalizing— er, sinful scene before you.

"Why? It's freeing without clothes. You mortals should try it more often." At the corner of your eye you could see Jungkook was stretching. You caught sight of smooth, muscled thighs before you quickly focused on the blank wall in front of you, cheeks burning. "In fact, sweetheart, why don't you get rid of your towel there? It's not like I haven't seen a woman's body before. I am known as the Womanizer of the South—"

"North," you interrupted.

Jungkook faltered. "Pardon?"

"You said you were the womanizer of the North," you said simply.

A chuckle escaped Jungkook. "Ah well, I'm the Womanizer of the Four Winds I suppose. I've slept with Zeus' great-granddaughter, Apollo's step-niece, even Artemis' sister-in-law, and countless others both of goddesses and mortals."

"What is wrong with you?" You groaned. "I don't need to know all that!" But just one glance at his face, you didn't doubt at all he probably had slept with countless girls before. His face was filled with both a fierceness of something wild and unearthly as well as the softness of a freshly blossomed young man.

"Why? Don't mortals like to tell each other their own accomplishments?"

"You think sleeping with hundreds of girls is an accomplishment??"

"Actually it's more like a thousand at this point," Jungkook corrected proudly. "And is it not an accomplishment? Don't girls like a guy in bed? Especially one as superb as me that all the ladies just can't get enough of?"

"You're such a man hoe." The words slipped from your mouth.

"How insulting you'd compare me to that of a farmer's tool."

It took you a few moments to realize that no matter the extreme awkward situation and how overly confident this lunatic before you was, he could be possibly outdated. He didn't realize that 'hoe' no longer only referred to merely a farmer's tool.

"I wasn't calling you a farmer's tool. It's an insult..." It was your turn to trail off at his blank look. "Anyways, look, if you don't put on at least pants or something I swear I'm going to call the police," you threatened. Though inside you, doubt trickled through you. If you wound up calling the police how did you explain having a naked man winding up in the middle of your apartment?

"Oh very well, sweetheart." A heavy sigh dragged out of him as if he was disappointed. "And where shall I find suitable clothes for me?"

You blinked, realizing that you didn't have anything that might be able to fit the man before you. "Oh, um..."

"Ah, I see you are unprepared. Very well, as I see you have your own clothes here, I shall take this." You squealed as you felt your towel whisked off your body and the now cooling bathroom air caressed your bare skin.

"Y-You!" You gasped out, quickly hugging your body, blood rising in your cheeks from both anger and humiliation.

"Is this not what you wanted?" Jungkook peered at you with an arched brow as he deftly wrapped the towel around his waist. "For me to clad myself in something?"

You didn't answer and instead lunged for the ungraceful heap of your clothes you'd shed earlier. You could feel his gaze on you, watching every movement as you grabbed your clothes. "Look away, will you?" You snapped angrily.

"Are you sure you want to put clothes on, sweetheart?" Jungkook's mouth quirked up at the side. "I prefer you in your... natural state."

"Get. Out." You practically snarled. You wanted nothing more than to melt through the floor right then and there. You wanted to bleach your eyes, bleach his eyes, and then drink the entire bleach bottle immediately after.

"As you wish." Jungkook lifted a shoulder nonchalantly and to your relief exited the bathroom. You'd been dreading that he might try to be stubborn.

The moment the bathroom door swung shut behind him you slumped to the ground, your knees giving out from under you.

You didn't know what was happening. It had been the most normal day up to this very point. You'd woken up early for your morning university classes. Then you went out to lunch with some friends before splitting off and shopping for the rest of the day.

Weren't people supposed to have some sort of tingling sensation whenever something bad or supernatural was about to happen to them? Some sort of sixth sense or foreboding sensation? But no, you'd never imagined in your entire life anything as ridiculous and humiliating as this situation.

"Hey what's taking you so long?" You jumped slightly at Jungkook's voice resounding right outside the bathroom door. "Did you get your panties tangled, sweetheart? Need help?"

You wanted to swear at him, but you didn't know if he quite knew the modern cuss words. So you merely opted with, "Shut up or... or may Zeus strike you down with a lightning bolt!"

"Oh he tried that once with me," Jungkook hummed cheerfully. "Unfortunately he didn't realize how fast I am."

You massaged your temples, eyes sliding shut. Deep breaths, deep breaths, you told yourself fiercely. "Just... give me a moment," you mumbled.

"Your wish is my command." You didn't so much as hear as you felt the wink in his voice.

You knocked your head against the wall several times, hard. A bath bomb. He was supposed to be a bath bomb. Not an actual bomb that turned your life upset down in a blink of an eye.

Taking a deep breath, you stood up and began to pull on your clothes. You were just slipping on your shirt when a loud crash resounded through the air.

You jumped as a sharp cry, clearly masculine, quickly followed the crash.

Straightening out your shirt, you flung open the bathroom door and raced out to see what new disaster had happened.

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