#but like i think got7 shifted the entire view of these contracts ending and it not having to mean a group disbands or it’s over

[ikjun]

you don’t need to like got7 but you can’t deny that what they did when they left jyp and successfully continued to be group can not be understated

[jae-bummer]

Promises II (Hades!Jinyoung AU)

Request: Got7's Jinyoung + the Hades AU part 2 with prompt 8 💕💕 8) “Why am I so afraid to lose you when you aren’t even mine?”

Part 1 can be read HERE. 

Convince me that you want to be here It’s not my trick that keeps you so near You chose me. You love me. This is real.  No silly seeds sealed the deal. ... No need to say; I know why you go I won’t block your way, make a big show Just tell me you weren’t hungry that day.  Just tell me I’m the reason you stay -Lee Ann Schaffer

“Really it’s your father’s fault,” Demeter sighed as she tucked your arm under hers. She patted your hand gently as you both walked slowly toward the now familiar beach that led it’s way to the underworld. 

“It’s no one’s fault but my own, mother,” you sighed, taking a last look at the mortal world for the next six months. The trees and plants dotting the edge of the sand line were already beginning to turn brown and a crisp wind cut through the air. 

“Oh no,” your mother clucked, shaking her head. “It was your father, and that bastard, Hades.”

“Don’t talk about him like that,” you sighed. You were already wary with this argument considering it had seemed to drag on for the past half of a year. “He is my husband after all.” 

“Just because he’s your husband doesn’t mean he makes good decisions,” Demeter grumbled, pulling away from you, and crossing her arms. 

“Mother,” you groaned. “Can you blame him? To be honest, I think I’m the only person outside of the underworld who had treated him with any sort of compassion. And he’s the only person who’s ever showed me such passionate attempts at lov-”

“If I didn’t know any better, it sounds like you actually don’t mind disappearing into the land of the dead for months at a time!” she snapped, turning away from you. “Don’t you miss your poor mother? Your worried father?” 

“You were literally just blaming my father less than two minutes ago,” you sighed. “We can’t change this arrangement, so I’m not going to make the worst of half of my life. You’re going to have to get used to the idea that I’m married to Jinyoung and-” 

“You call him Jinyoung?!” your mother gasped. “What has he done to my little girl?” 

“Nothing yet,” a familiarly cold voice sounded from behind you. “Are you ready, dear?” 

You turned, surprised that Jinyoung had made the trip. His familiar, black umbrella shadowed him, protecting him from the sun’s bright rays. He was just as handsome as you had remembered, and you couldn’t help but feel comforted that you would be making the journey down with him. 

“I should have known you were close,” Demeter hissed. “The wind carried the scent of rotting flesh through the air.” 

“Now, now, momsey,” Jinyoung smirked. “No need for such harsh comments. I’m taking good care of your girl.” 

“My girl, Hades,” Demeter spat. “My girl who needs her mother.” 

“Let me carry this for you,” Jinyoung hummed, ignoring Demeter and taking your bag instead. “I’m happy to see you’ve brought things to stay this time.” 

As his fingers graced yours, he leaned down, placing a light kiss on your temple. You shivered at his touch, momentarily pleased before realizing he had only done it to infuriate your mother. You let out a groan and winced as her expression grew darker. 

“Six months,” Demeter muttered through barred teeth. “I will be here at exactly this time to retrieve me daughter.”

“You’re always welcome to visit before then,” Jinyoung smirked coyly. “My home always has room for family.” 

“You are no family of mine,” Demeter whispered, leaning forward to place a kiss on your forehead. “Stay strong.”

“Right, gotta go,” you grumbled, shifting your weight. “See you, mom.” 

“It’s been lovely as always, Demeter,” Jinyoung nodded, shifting the items in his hands so he had a free hand to place behind your back. He gently guided you down the beach and toward the next half of your year. 

“You’ve been quiet the entire way here,” Jinyoung sighed, finally breaking the silence between the two of you as you arrived back to his mansion. 

“I was taught that if I didn’t have anything nice to say, I shouldn’t say anything at all,” you muttered, shouldering open the front door. 

“I’m guessing you learned that lesson from Zeus?” Jinyoung chuckled. “Because surely it wasn’t something passed down from your mother-”

“Stop! Okay?” you gasped, raising your hands into the air. “Can’t you just stop already?” 

Jinyoung’s eyes grew wide as he watched you spin toward him, your arms flailing in exasperation. “Darling, I-”

“No!” you croaked. “Do you know how hard it is to be placed in between you two? Half of the year I’m busy trying to ignore your passive aggressive comments about my mother and during the other half I have to defend you to her! I’m still not even sure how I feel about you sometimes, Jinyoung!” 

Jinyoung’s mouth hung open as he internalized your words. He shut it and opened it again as he attempted to gather his thoughts. “Is - is that right?” 

“You don’t make this the easiest situation sometimes,” you groaned, turning away from him. An expression of hurt covered his face and you knew if you gazed at him for too long, your resolve would crumble. “Do you recall...when you first brought me to the underworld? Before the contract you agreed upon with my father? Do you remember how kind you were? You treated me with compassion and respect. I was your Queen ruling beside you. You considered my thoughts...always...but ever since you had tricked me that day...that day you knew I would be forced to remain in the underworld if I ate that pomegranate...you haven’t exactly been on my list of favorite people.” 

“The last time you visited-” Jinyoung began. 

“You mean the last time I was contractually obligated to visit,” you hissed. 

Jinyoung took a deep breath and shut his eyes for a moment. “We had grown. We had come to terms...” 

“We had agreed that both of us were too selfish to miserably continue,” you sighed. “But maybe I’m too head strong to forgive. Just when I think my husband is someone I can manage to love...he reminds me of the situation we’re in.”

Jinyoung nodded, his jaw tensed as he began to grind his teeth back and forth. “If you were given the choice,” he whispered. “Would you be here now?” 

“If I were to be honest,” you nodded. “I don’t think I would.” 

Jinyoung had gone numb. He was used to feeling cold and emotionless, but never this deeply affected. His heart, if it were to beat, had frozen. All of the emotions he had harbored for you stung like a venom he had injected within himself. As you spoke, he attempted to come to terms with the fact that there was no antidote for this type of love, and he would rather be hurt by you a million times over than ever have you return to the mortal world. 

But wouldn’t that be what was best for you? Returning to a land in which he no longer belonged? 

He supposed that wasn’t his decision to make. 

“Y/N,” he croaked, his voice raspy. You prepared yourself for a harsh comment, a statement of anger from him, declaring for you to leave his home and never return, but instead, what he said made your hair stand on end. 

“I need you.” 

You paced the large expanse of your room, the stone beneath your feet echoing with every footstep. 

You were terribly confused and near grief stricken. 

He loved you. He loved you terribly and with great need. He didn’t know how to function without the idea of you constantly lingering somewhere in the recesses of his mind. He had an obsession that he wasn’t yet ready to part with. 

And that frightened you. 

You had never been loved with such fervor when someone had such difficulty conveying it. You had never expected someone with as much power and intelligence as Jinyoung to fall love sick when you hadn’t done anything to entice him. 

He had loved you from the beginning, so he had an advantage. You could only learn to love him. 

But the situation made it so incredibly difficult. 

You bit your lip as you paused, staring at the lock on the door. You knew Jinyoung. He could unlock your meager attempt at solitude with a flick of his hand. 

But he didn’t. 

He knew you needed time. 

Just like he needed you. 

You continued your pacing, your thoughts sprouting in almost every direction. You wanted to love him. You really did. You wanted to enjoy the time you were forced into a completely different realm because you had him to spend your time with. 

But could your want be enough? 

You shuffled back toward the door and clutched the sterling handle you had grown familiar with locking. You pushed it open and tilted your head to view any happenings in the hall. You were met by the quiet R&B music you were used to hearing radiate down the hallways of Jinyoung’s mansion and couldn’t help but smile. You followed the sound as you had many times before and found yourself standing in the doorway of his study. 

Jinyoung took a shaky breath in as he leaned over his desk. His papers sat in neat piles around him, a reminder of how clean and uncomplicated he liked to keep his life. 

Honestly, you were probably the first thing in some time that had made it become complicated. 

Your eyes played across his curved frame. His clothing was a bit different than usual, looser than you had ever remembered. His hair was disheveled and he repeatedly attempted to push it back on his forehead, but to no avail. He cleared his throat as he began to flip through a few pages in a book opened before him and began to scribble in the margins. 

“What are you reading?” you asked, keeping your voice low. You were unsure if you were disturbing him, and didn’t want to be any more of a nuisance than you had become. 

“Nothing of great importance,” he sighed, not bothering to turn and look at you. His body relaxed as you spoke, melting into the furniture before him as he leaned. “How may I help you this evening?” 

“You don’t have to be so formal,” you sighed, taking the few short steps into the room to bring you beside him. “I wanted to...well, I wanted to apologize. Not about what I said...but how I said it.” 

Jinyoung straightened his stance into a standing position, glancing over his shoulder at you. “It’s understandable.” 

“But not what I intended,” you hummed. “Jinyoung, I know I can’t break a contract of the Gods, but-”

“But I can,” he nodded, turning toward you. He took your hand into his and smiled sadly. “Y/N, if you don’t want to be here, I won’t be the one to force you. It will be painful, and I don’t think I will ever hurt more than I will in that moment...but you’re free to leave. I’ll talk to Zeus, I’ll talk with the Fates. But I won’t be the one to imprison you any longer.” 

“What?” you breathed, your eyes growing wide. 

“If you love someone, set them free, right?” he continued, smiling through his pain.  

“And they’ll return if it was meant to be,” you whispered with a small nod. This was what you had needed. This is what you had needed all along to help you make your decision. “Jinyoung, I-”

“Why am I so afraid to lose you when you aren’t even mine?” he chuckled bitterly. “Why am I afraid at all? I’m Hades, for Zeus’s sake.”

You titled your head and narrowed your eyes. “When I’m not even yours?” 

“Not truly,” he whispered. He lifted his hand, placing it gently on your face. “I stole you...and you aren’t mine until you truly want to be.”

He retracted his hand, letting it fall to his side with a sigh. He nodded to himself as he bit his lip, his eyes filling up with a foreign matter he could only identify as tears. “And until then...you are more than welcome to return home.” 

Your heart fell to your toes as you listened to him, taking in his defeated stance and broken heart. You ached as you watched the scene. You knew what had to be done. 

Taking a deep breath you reached forward and placed your hand on Jinyoung’s chest, nodding to yourself in order to gain confidence. 

“I am home.” 

Jinyoung’s face lifted with your words, his eyes shining with a new brightness you had yet to see in your time spent together. 

“Well...at least for now,” you chuckled. You pushed yourself forward, entangling your arms around his back and burying your face into his neck for the first time. He remained frozen for a moment, his own hands hovering over your body before they finally closed the distance and encased you as you had secretly wanted. He nuzzled his face in your hair and let out a genuine laugh. 

“So you’ll stay?” he asked, his smile heard in his words. 

You grinned as well, leaning back to get a full view of his handsome face. “I will. And it won’t be for those stupid, six seeds anymore, Jinyoung...it’ll be for you. Just promise to lay off my mom, okay?” 

He nodded, kissing your forehead lightly. “Okay, okay. I promise.”