"In this specific scenario, why can the Jihyun claim the full amount of money back?" The professor asked.

Taehyung immediately raised his hand, but was beaten by his obnoxious classmate who blurted out the answer without raising his hand.

"In a tort case like this, Jihyun can recover the damages but only as long as he can prove the cost of repairs or the diminished value of his car due to the accident. The state of the car might be relevant in assessing the degree of damage, but it does not absolve the person who hit Jihyun to pay for the harm directly caused."

"Great job. That's correct Seokjin."

Taehyung glared towards his direction, annoyed. His classmate didn't seem to notice his stare as he was gloating like usual for answering correctly.

"I don't think we have time for another scenario. Your test scores should already be in the system. I will see you all tomorrow."

Taehyung immediately logged into his student account to check his score. His heart sank to his stomach when his eyes glazed across the screen.

Three points from a perfect score.

He felt his stomach turn and the sudden wave of nausea hit him. He was used to being perfect, at home and in school. Next to his classmate nemesis he felt insignificant.

His goal to be the number one in class was out of the equation with Kim Seokjin being there. He was incredibly smart and quick.

"Perfect score like always." Seokjin announced out loud.

Taehyung bawled his fist as the students were starting to leave the auditorium. Seokjin gathered his things and soon approached him.

"Bummed about your score?" He teased with a playful smirk.

"Not at all. Perfect score." Taehyung lied through a grin.

"Mm. You sure make it hard for me to maintain my number one spot."

Taehyung watched him standing over him with his perfect toned arms crossed over his chest. He was disgustingly beautiful. It certainly had to be sinful to be that good looking and intelligent.

"Of course." Taehyung responded with a forced smile.

Seokjin reached over his bag and pulled out a glass bottle filled with various herbs. It looked like some sort of tea.

"You look like you need it. It helps me stay calm. Ginger, decaf green tea, an apple diced, turmeric, cinnamon sticks, grounded cinnamon, one juiced lemon and lemon slices. You're going to feel delighted."

"Are you trying to poison me?" He questioned.

Seokjin chuckled, "Not at all. If I were trying to poison you I wouldn't blatantly give it to you. Believe me, the most this will do is calm you." He winked at Taehyung and walked away.

Taehyung sighed, getting up from his desk. He packed his things up and glanced at the bottle before picking it up to take along.

The only good thing about being out of class was that he was heading over to his art club. It was one of his favorite hobbies to do.

On the way out of the campus he spotted Jimin sitting down at a picnic table. He was munching on a granola bar nose deep in a book.

"Jimin!"

He looked startled but relaxed once he saw Taehyung. "Hey!" He beamed, closing his book and putting it down.

Taehyung sighed, "Gosh it's been a long day. My nemesis beat me in a test! He got a perfect score!"

"You know you talk and talk about this guy, but I've never even seen him."

"Here let me show you a picture. Ugh, he's the first one on my feed." Taehyung said, handing him the phone.

Jimin raised his eyebrows, "Wow. He's good looking."

"Yeah I know but equally annoying."

"And he has blonde hair like you. Funny."

"Not funny. I've had mine blonde for the longest and suddenly he does too."

"Are you implying he copied you?" Jimin asked, still mesmerized by his face.

"Well, no. When we started the program he already had it. I just think this is life reminding me that he's the better version of me."

"Oh come on. Don't be so hard on yourself. He's not the better version of you."

Taehyung snatched his phone back, "Uh huh try to say that without drooling at his picture."

Jimin brought up his hand to his mouth afraid that in fact he might be drooling. Luckily, he wasn't.

"Does he know he's your nemesis or is this one sided?" Jimin chuckled.

"Oh he knows. He even gave me this. Let me see what it even tastes like. Probably like shit—oh. It's actually pretty good. Of course it is! He made it!"

Jimin looked at the glass bottle that his friend was taking sips out of. "What is all that mixture?"

"It's uhhh...fuck. I can't remember. Turmeric and cinnamon and apple? I don't know some shit he elaborated that's supposed to help keep me calm."

Jimin bit the inside of his lip trying to not bring the supernatural things into this, but Namjoon did say aside from yokais there were other supernatural beings.

"Better not drink this. What if it's bad?"

"Yeah you're right. I also don't want to give him the satisfaction of calming me down! Who does he think he is? Anyways, I better get going. I do not want to be late to my art club."

"Alright. Don't worry about the bottle. I'll toss it."

"Sure. See you!"

Jimin waved goodbye and he quickly closed the bottle again. He put it in his bag and decided he'd ask Namjoon whenever he saw him.

It was better to be safe than sorry.

•••

"Did you like your little present?" Jungkook asked, leaning against the wall.

Yoongi didn't look in his direction and instead kept wiping the bar table. "I figured it was you who sent him my way."

"Did you know he's protected by that ring he wears? It's quite powerful. Burned my fingers." He murmured with a pout.

"What did you expect? He's a human god. They weren't going to let him in the world without protection."

Jungkook walked towards him and rested his elbows on the wet table. "What are you planning to do?"

"Nothing."

"Nothing? He's here on a silver platter for you and you're not going to do anything?"

"Nope. This is what they want for me to become his slave and I won't do it." He responded as he began rinsing the dirty cups.

Jungkook shrugged, "I suppose you're right. I don't ever want to be a slave to any god, especially not a human one."

Yoongi grimaced and squeezed the glass cup too hard making it shatter across his hand. He looked down and watched the blood profusely pour out of him.

"I'm not saying becoming his familiar will be the best thing, but in your situation you're probably better off by his side." Jungkook said as he handed him a few paper towels.

Yoongi washed his hand although it was useless because the blood kept coming. He pressed the paper towels against his bloody wet hand and applied pressure.

He hated being human. Being stuck in a frail body that didn't heal itself properly and at speed. He hated being mortal without his powers and luxury life, but he refused to be that man's familiar.

Becoming his familiar would ultimately strip him of his willingness. He would have to obey that man, please him and most importantly share his thoughts and emotions.

He knew this was his test. He knew that being stripped down from his god powers was only a test that if he passed he could regain once again.

They let him taste the life of a god and he became obsessed with it. Who wouldn't? To have unconditional power, wealth, and immortality was exciting.

Using his power to see the future and help the earth by assisting with plants and fertility was a small price to pay to have his abilities. 

But now to be demoted and he stripped of it he felt useless. Weak. He was dying and that was without a doubt. However his pride always got the best of him and he knew that was his biggest weakness.

"Never." Yoongi said through his gritted teeth.

"Such a shame." Jungkook murmured.

"Shame?" Yoongi asked, raising an eyebrow. At times he felt like Jungkook mocked him, but since being casted away as a mere human his only acquaintance had been him.

"Yes. I was getting closer to you. I will miss you."

"I'm not dying. I can last many more years like this."

"Sure, but why not just become his familiar and pass this test then gain your immortality again?"

"You don't understand. You have the choice to be a god's familiar—well unless they personally hand pick you but you still have a choice. I do not. It's quite insulting to report back to a human like I'm his dog."

Jungkook nodded his head, "I get it. I just hope you don't regret it. You know just because you're not interested in becoming his familiar doesn't mean someone else isn't."

"Are you implying you're going to try to?" Yoongi's voice was quiet and he squeezed his hand a little tighter.

He could feel his heartbeat pulsate through the wound. It would heal eventually, within a few hours considering he still had some supernatural senses in him. It was just frustrating. It couldn't heal right away.

"Of course not. I love my liberty too much. I just thought you'd like to think about that. I'll see you later. I have to go pose for the art club."

"Why do you even do that? Such a waste." Yoongi said, rolling his eyes.

Jungkook straightened up and shook his bouncy curly hair, "I love being watched. It fills up my ego even more."

"Typical."

"Oh! Frat party this Saturday. You have to attend."

"How do you even find out about all these university parties? You don't even attend the school."

"I've got my ways. The art club is quite chatty. College parties are always fun. Free drinks, great sex and music. I think you can use some of that."

"Yeah, yeah. I'll see you later." Yoongi responded.

"I'll see you there!"

Yoongi turned away slightly and by the time he looked back Jungkook had vanished. He removed the paper towel from his hand which had now started to get stuck.

It looked red and swollen but his blood had begun to clot just a bit. It was sensitive enough that if he touched it, it would probably start bleeding again.

He walked over to the back launch to look for a bandage. After digging through the first aid kit he found one big enough to cover his palm.

As he began to bandage it up, he remembered Jungkook's warning. He really hadn't thought about someone else trying to become that humans familiar until now.

His eyes landed on the large mirror that hung awkwardly on the wall. Out of curiosity, he began to unbutton his black shirt.

The shirt fell to the ground and he stared at his reflection. The black marks that looked like tree roots were still present over his abdomen and back, but he noticed that the marks below his belly button had slightly diminished.

When he was turned into a human again, he started noticing the black marks scattered all around his back and abdomen.

They appeared slowly and progressively spread. Yoongi took a look at them daily so he knew for a fact that the specific mark had improved.

Yoongi quickly put his shirt back on and winced slightly at the throbbing sensation of his palm. He could see the redness behind the bandaid again.

As he stormed out of the room, he couldn't help but to think of that human. He knew touching him had given him strength because he could feel it, but now he knew it could also slow down his body from decaying.

Yoongi had an important decision to make now. Either die or become that humans guard dog. There was no in between.