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"Y/N! Look out!!"

You jerked in surprise as Jungkook whizzed past you out the open doorway and threw himself at someone coming up to the front door— which you'd spent all morning making a new lock on it from a DIY kit. Not that a couple extra bolts might deter an unhinged demigoddess in the least but it made you feel slightly safer at least.

A loud squawk erupted in the air as Jungkook grabbed his victim by the front of the shirt, and lifted the poor man a solid three inches off the ground. Your mouth fell open and for a few seconds you were rendered speechless and unable to function. The demigod's muscles really were no joke.

"Who do you serve?" Jungkook bellowed in the victim's face. "You serve Athena don't you? Or better yet, you are just like that satyr I tossed out the window who serves Lalage, aren't you? Well you better start saying your prayers because I can do worse than toss you out a window."

"Oh. My. GHOD. JUNGKOOK PUT DOWN THE MAILMAN!" Your voice finally returned to you, raising into a panicked scream.

"What?" Jungkook turned towards you with genuine confusion in his face. He didn't seem to notice or be bothered in the least at the way the blue-uniformed mailman was scrabbling and kicking in fear midair.

You dropped the heavy screwdriver you were holding in your hand and sprinted forward. "Drop him! The only thing he serves is the Postal Service."

"And what is this Postal Service?" Jungkook turned back to the terrorized mailman.

"Just put him down, please," you begged Jungkook.

With obvious reluctance, Jungkook set the mailman onto the ground. The unfortunate postal worker tried to make a move to run, only for his legs to give out from under him and he fell to the ground.

"Oh my ghod." You were by the mailman's side in an instant. "I'm so sorry sir. This guy here is, ah, slightly not right in the brain you know?"

"What?" Jungkook was offended.

You ignored him and helped the blue-uniform guy up onto his feet. "Are you okay?"

"Y-yeah," replied the mailman, his voice high and breathless as he continued to try and recover. "I mean, as well as one can be after being hauled into the air by another person."

"Jungkook, apologize," you snapped at the inky-haired demigod.

Jungkook crossed his arms, face set and impassive. "I do not apologize to weak shrimp-like Mortals such as this blue-clad man before me."

"It's really alright," the mailman chuckled nervously. "I shall just give you this mail here and be off on my way. Thank you and have a great day."

The frazzled postal worker shoved a bundle of mail into your hands before all but sprinting off down the street like an Olympic gold medalist.

You grimaced and turned to Jungkook. "You, sir, need to stop attacking people."

"I was merely doing it to protect you, sweetheart," retorted Jungkook. "I think the proper words you're looking for is 'thank you'."

"Out of all the words I'm searching to say to you at the moment, 'thank you' is at the very bottom," you said, slapping Jungkook's arm with a piece of mail as you walked past.

"I can help with finding words." He brightened, trailing you into the apartment. "Let's see: there's 'let's cuddle again' or maybe 'take me to bed'. Or maybe just 'take me'."

"I ought to just toss you out of my house this instant," I mumbled under my breath as I set the mail onto the counter.

At that Jungkook seemed to fall quiet for a few moments. Regret immediately coursed through you. He knew that you were still deciding whether to continue to house him or to turn him out of doors.

You'd countlessly asked Jungkook what he would do if you wound up kicking him out of your house, but the stubborn bath bomb refused to give any hint of what might happen to him. The one time you asked what he would do if he stayed at your house, you received, unsurprisingly, a dirty comment that involved a wild night between you and him. Stupid Womanizer of the Four Winds.

And yet, a little part of your heart softened.

You remember how much blood had been all over your bed last night. No amount of washing or air freshener would've managed to make the room look so spotless and innocent as it had the very next morning of the disaster.

You still remembered crying out when you'd registered the dead bunny. Jungkook had immediately come running. The moment he saw the mess, he'd gently but firmly took your arms and guided you back down the hall into the living room. He sat you down on the couch, murmuring comforting words to you, though now you couldn't remember what exactly he'd been saying. Maybe he was saying "it's going to be okay" or maybe he was saying something else.

Either way, you at least remembered clearly him saying "Don't worry, I'll clean it up" and then leaving you to do just that.

Up till then, you never thought Jungkook had it in him to reach out with such an act of kindness to you. You'd thought Jungkook was just hoping to get in your pants. You'd never thought he'd actually go out of his way to help you if you were terrorized.

"What's this?" Jungkook broke through the silence. He held a small flyer up in the air, examining it.

"Oh. That's the Festival of Lights," you replied, glancing at the piece of paper.

"Sounds oddly Olympian," Jungkook remarked. "We have the Festival of Fire to honor Hephaestus, which I tend to avoid since there's a likely chance you'll return home with several third degree burns. There's also the Festival of Passion for Aphrodite and her kids. I always attended those—"

"Yes, yes, and you slept with many a women in finery of looks and status," you cut in impatiently. "Well this Festival of Lights is purely mundane. It's an annual event happens around that lake we went to a bit ago when you talked to, uh... Poseidon. It lasts over the weekend and tonight is the last night. There's fireworks, light fixtures and displays, and of course other festivities."

"Why didn't you tell me?" He leapt up enthusiastically. "It sounds like fun!"

"Generally I attend, but this year I was rather preoccupied with a spontaneous and next to unhinged bath bomb-turned demigod," you responded dryly.

"But tonight is the last night." Jungkook leaned towards you eagerly, eyes round. "Can we please go?"

Your mouth trembled and fought against a smile as the darn demigod offered you the biggest, pleading face that gave puppies a running for cutest begging face. "If we do go, you have to be on your absolute best behavior Jungkook. Understand?" you told him with absolute seriousness.

"Yes, yes, I promise," Jungkook immediately replied.

You didn't budge.

He ducked his head. "I swear on Hera's sacred peacock I'll be on my best behavior and show great self-control."

You didn't know how reliable an oath on a supposedly mythical greek goddess' animal was, but you decided to go with it. Partly because you also were hoping to attend the festival this year despite everything and partly because all your resolve dissolved whenever you glanced at Jungkook's big doe-eyes. "And no tackling or assaulting anyone under any circumstances, am I understood?"

Jungkook nodded vigorously. "I understand."

You took a deep breath. "Alright. Let's get ready and say, maybe an hour from now be ready to head out."

The inky-haired son of Poseidon was already rocketing off to the bathroom to start readying himself before you even finished your sentence.

Shaking your head, a little chuckle escaped you once he was out of earshot.

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