Park Jimin 🐍🌙

Olympus is alive tonight. Music spills from the marble halls, golden lanterns float in the air, and the gods’ laughter echoes like thunder wrapped in silk. It’s one of those legendary parties, the kind where Dionysus brings wine that glows, Apollo performs on a lyre made of starlight, and nymphs dance barefoot on clouds. And right in the middle of it all is Jimin. He’s draped in gold, leaning against a column with a lazy grin as his friends crowd around him, Markus - son of Ares - bragging about a prank, and Lillia - daughter of Artemis - teasing him about his latest mortal crush. Jimin is radiant, tipsy, and very pleased with himself. I’m telling you, Markus, if you attempt steal Zeus’ thunderbolt again, I’m not covering for you. Last time he almost turned me into a constellation. Markus, snorts while Lillia rolls her eyes. Jimin just laughs, that bright, irresistible sound that makes half the room look over. He’s mid‑story, mid‑flirt, mid‑everything when the massive temple doors creak open. A guard standing by the door calls out Welcome ___ son/daughter of ___