An Ode: Shadow - A Seventeen Anthology | Page 47

Jihoon is quiet, standing to Soonyoung’s left without a word though a strange smile settles on his face. He strides with confident, eyes sharp forward but everyone can see a little streak of madness in his expression, as if he’s holding back a deadly strike behind a composed face. That’s the most oblivious hint for not to mess with the son of Loki, because the next thing you know he’ll trick you into your own death. Wonwoo. Everyone knows him: the son of Hades, the Gatekeeper, the wolf between dogs. He’s never been a spotlight person, usually stays in the sidelines but you know you don’t want to get into a trouble with him. He might send you to the abyss if you try to escape from the Gate. But at times like this, it is him that everyone relies on. He leads the entire troop of Underworld, after all. “Happy Halloween everyone,” Soonyoung announces with a happy tone, and off they go marching to the human world. It’s an annual thing, for the Underworld’s occupants to walk on the Earth every October the 31st. The Gods are kind enough to let them reunite with their families though the communica- tion is just one way, or just basking in the familiarity of their previous lives. Or maybe just to scare away human. Under one condition: no chaos. That’s why the sons of Underworld are here, to make sure everything falls in line. “I’m ready to devour loads of sweets tonight,” Jihoon says when they’re walking down to the closest village from the Gate. “You’re not wearing anything funny though, not sure the mothers will coo at you and give you extras,” Soonyoung chimes in, pointing at Jihoon’s plain black shirt and formal suit. “Wear something festive.” Jihoon grumbles, but complies anyway. He waves his hand and now he’s wearing his Horned Helmet, with a leather cape drapes over his broad shoulder. “That’s not very festive but you make a convincing son of Loki,” Soonyoung snorts. “I am son of Loki,” Jihoon bites back. He once said the helmet sometimes makes his head itchy, but maybe he really craves for sweets tonight that he endures it. Soonyoung walks closer to Wonwoo only to intertwine their cold fingers together. The gap between Wonwoo’s bony fingers fits perfectly when Soonyoung slots his own between them. “I’ll share my candies with you,” Soonyoung says with a playful tone, earning a low chuckle from the latter. “Only the candy corn, I know,” he adds before Wonwoo opens his mouth. “Hey, don’t throw insult at the mighty candy corn,” Wonwoo replies, a smile gracing his pale face.