Oh dear, where are the other lifetimes? Have we lost it?
But do not fret, we will be alright.
You still have your materials with you, yes? If so,
please continue your journey.
His stature alone reeked of irrevocable power; the type of power that no mere mortal can possibly attain. He grew up surrounded by grace; the type of elegance and finesse that was practiced since birth, poise that could match what the mortals would see in Britain’s Royal Family. It did not help that he was dressed in the finest of threads, only sewn by the tailors he has favored that came from all over the world. He was not someone who you could just talk down to – you will regret doing so.
His hands were around his back, onyx hues observing what was happening around the area. He was a bit on-edge. After all, he did not like it whenever his father, the President of South Korea, would hold gatherings that consisted of powerful men and women all over the country – though no one would come close to them, of course.
You see, he was not a mere mortal, so was his family. He was a God – the Sun God, to be precise. He was one of the twelve Olympians that his father, Zeus, assigned. Though in the mortal world, his father was known as President Moon, and he took the name ‘Yves Montgomery’, a name that was so familiar that he could not help but wonder where it came from.
The Sun God was often confused with the Gods Apollo and Helios, who was the personification of the Sun. As much as he wanted to debunk stories and myths about his so-called past, it would only instigate questions from not only scholars, but the general public as well. They will be intrigued, even scientist. He already had a hunch that they will scavenge with what’s left of Greece – which was a mistake, because they weren’t even from Greece.
South Korea served as the Olympus of the modern world, and no one but he and the other gods that roamed the Earth knew that. The twelve Olympians were scattered everywhere, leading their own country towards the path of peace, leading their own countrymen to the betterment of the world.
The Gods had lived up in the heavens until a millennia ago, the mortals had grown greedy, chaotic – they were borderline evil and had challenged the Gods themselves. The Gods grew furious over what happened back then, how the humans have decided that they were no longer the ‘slaves’ of the Gods, but the Gods had made them not to be slaves, but lesser beings to flourish and nurture the world they have made.
Instead of overcoming the hardships the Gods have given them in order to learn, they opted to be unkind towards one another. Humans have developed to become ungrateful, all the ill traits that the Gods had only seen within monsters, have been passed onto them. They have decided to step down from Olympus, marking one here on the fine Earth, and proceeded to spread wrath towards the humans.
Was it a lesson learned?
After several tragedies that the Gods have given humans, they have grown quieter, much more respectful towards those who have made them. Especially to him, to Apollo, to Helios, to the Sun God, to Yves who gave the mortals light, who brought them clarity towards the world. They come to him whenever they need his light, the rays of his sun in order to bless their crops. They come to him whenever they need guidance, abundance of blessings when it came to their pitiful lives. He did not hesitate to give them whatever they needed in life – but it wasn’t for free.
They are Gods, and since when did Gods learn to give their blessings in hand for free?
Sacrifices come and blessings will go towards them. It was a give and take relationship, something that the mortals have learned throughout the years they have coexisted within the Gods.
Though it was not the same in today’s time.
The Gods have learned that human intelligence has progressed. They weren’t much surprised, but they were afraid that they would realize that the Gods did not come from Greece nor Rome. They knew of Olympus, yet have crossed it out as a myth – they believed that the Gods did exist, but they no longer did during this era.
It was a mistake, but the Gods were not going to correct them anymore in order to protect their safety. South Korea was Olympus and the Gods did exist, they walk within the mortals and have adapted modern visages in order not to attract any more attention to them.
So here they are now.
“Father,” Yves mumbles to his father, the mighty Olympian, Zeus. “May I excuse you from them for a while?” he queries, his father facing him, an eyebrow raised in concern. Zeus had excused himself from other politicians – mortals, the other Gods sent representatives – and went to his son. “What is it, my child? I have been tending to political relations.”
Yves could not help but roll his eyes. Everyone knows that his father hated politics, well, everyone in Olympus that is. Yet, many perceive him as a great ruler, one that knew how to lead his people, and that resulted into the masses admiring him. “I have to go,” was Yves’ simple answer. His father, unwavering in his stance, simply nodded.
“I see,” was his father’s curt response. “Will you be seeing my daughter-in-law and my grandchild?”
“She’s not your in-law yet,” Yves responds, his usual stoic visage now softening at the mention of his lover. His cheeks were now dusted with red – an apparent blush in front of everyone here? Humiliating. His father knew how to taunt him. “Maybe if you had the guts to ask for her hand in marriage then maybe I wouldn’t be teasing you like this.”
Yves brushes the conversation off with a wave of his hand. “Please, father. I just want to go without you telling me things that I know what to do with.”
He now bows in front of his father, a form of respect towards him. “Now if you’ll excuse me,” he tells him. “I would rather spend my time wisely from now on.”
And with that, Yves had bid his goodbyes, walking towards the garage in order to get his vehicle – a Bugatti Chiron Pur Sport that costs a whopping $3.6 million. In his time here in the modern world, Yves had instantaneously grown a fascination for supercars. The speed gave him thrill, and it undeniably reminded him of his chariot, one that he had ridden during the olden days. He would have brought his Koenigsegg, but the Chiron was enough.
With one hand gripping the wheel, the other on his temple, Yves had driven away from the Blue House. Only 500 models of the Bugatti Chiron were produced, and he was a lucky man, being part of the 200 people that owns them. It was evident on the streets of South Korea that only a few, and by few, they meant counted with one hand, only had the Bugatti Chiron, and that counted the Presidential Son, Yves Montgomery.
They could not help but take pictures as he sped by the streets, too fast and too furious for everyone to catch a proper photo, but they knew it was him.
He knew this road far too well. The same road that everyone knew, yet Gods and different beings that coexisted alongside them see things that the normal mortal could not see.
Yves was on his way to his precious lover’s own unique world.
Violetta Valentine was no simple woman. Like him, she had a powerful aura that no woman can ever surpass. In Yves’ eyes, she was the most powerful woman there is – if his mother had heard this, he would have been slapped to the underworld and back, but if anything, his mother would agree too.
She owned her own utopia, her own world where she is everyone’s God, where everyone collectively agreed that the only one they see as God was her. Hell, Yves wasn’t even considered as someone they’d considered praising there. It was Violetta Valentine’s world, and he didn’t have any qualms about that.
Lithe fingers pick up his smartphone, and with just one glance it unlocks, and he swiftly dials his lover’s number, setting it on speaker.
After a few seconds of waiting for her to answer, the call had finally connected. Though instead of hearing his dear Violetta’s voice, Yves was surprised, yet his chest becomes warm, at the pitch he just heard.
“Hello? Daddy?”
A smile immediately blooms on his brims, slowing down as he talked to Mariposa, or Posie as they liked to call her. To him, he was his little butterfly, Daddy’s favorite girl – just don’t let Violetta hear it. “Hey, princess,” he coos. “How are you?” he queries his little girl, wanting nothing but to hold her in his arms.
“I’m ‘kay, daddy!” she replies, making him chuckle in response. “How ‘bout chu? Whewe are you!”
“I’m on my way, baby. Remember when daddy said he had to meet grandpa? Well it’s done now, and I’m so close to seeing you and mommy.”
Loud cheering of his daughter had welcomed his ears, laughing once more. “Did you bring any chocolates, daddy?”
Yves had to pause in his seat, stopping his car midway at the tracks. He was so close, he knew that since the road was empty, and it was only visible to those who had residence in his lover’s utopia.
“Did you tell me to buy chocolates, princess?” Yves clarifies once more, his grip on the steering wheel lightens as he listens to his daughter. “Yeah I did, daddy..” she mumbles dejectedly, probably noticing how he didn’t get any. This makes his heart crack for a bit, and Yves decides to maneuver away from the road towards Valentine Land, and back again in the city.
“No, no, don’t get upset, my little butterfly,” he assures her, one hand on the steering wheel again as he drives towards the nearest candy store. “Daddy will get you all the chocolate you want, okay? Don’t be upset, c’mon,” he tells her once more, but he still hears the dejected voice of his daughter.
“Okay, daddy. But make sure to get some for mommy, ‘kay! So she doesn’t get mad at us,” a firm direction from his daughter. Well, she surely got it from her mother. “Yes, princess,” he laughs lightly.
“I’ll see you and mommy soon.”
———
“What did I tell you about bringing her so much chocolate?”
“Baby, please, she was literally begging. I can’t say no to her.”
“And? Look at her! She’s literally eating like there’s no tomorrow.”
Yves couldn’t help but sigh as he watched his daughter, technically Vio’s daughter, but Posie’s his own now as well. They weren’t married yet, but both of them agreed that she was his, too.
He leaned back on the couch, sinking in slowly as he unbuttoned two of the buttons of his dress shirt. “Baby,” he looks at her, a bit tired from driving back and forth. His eyes were nothing but lazy, hair tousled from running his fingers one too many times. “Let her, okay? Just this once.”
And Vio couldn’t do anything after looking at him. It seems like she was entranced by his lover’s presence and it wasn’t like Yves wasn’t an eyecatcher – he was. “Fine,” she mumbles, walking a few steps before landing beside him. Yves immediately wraps his arm around her, pulling her close. He leans for a bit, inhaling the scent of her hair and he sighs in content. “Missed you, honey,” he whispers quietly, kissing her temple.
“Missed you too,” Vio responds, looking up at her lover, whose eyes were gleaming with love and adoration for her, something that she always adored seeing. “But I’m still mad,” she adds, finger on Yves’ chest. The man couldn’t help but laugh softly, cuddling his lover near him. He missed her so much today. Vio was supposed his date for today’s gathering, but she was busy tending to her own place of paradise too.
“How was your day, baby?” he asks her, resting his head on her head.
“I think it was okay? I banned someone here,” she tells him, playing with his fingers.
Yves couldn’t help but smile at the little gesture, intertwining their fingers together before pulling them up towards his lips, placing a light kiss. “Go on,” he mumbles, still looking at their hands. “Oh, um,” Vio stutters in response, a bit surprised at how Yves was a bit affectionate today.
In her case, Yves was always affectionate, but sometimes, in moments like this, he takes her by surprise with how gentle and soft he was handling her. “I banned them because they were disrespecting me and broke a lot of rules – can you believe that?”
Yves could only shake his head in response, urging for Vio to continue. “I’ve had several reports about him but no one told me until recently. So I had to behead–”
“Not in front of Posie,” he reminds her before letting her continue.
Vio could only roll her eyes at her lover’s overprotectiveness. “Anyway, I had to do that to an official here – or whatever he’s called. He wasn’t doing his job right! So I had to do something, of course.”
“And what happened to the rule breaker, my love?” Yves queries once more, eyes flitting towards their daughter, who was enjoying eating her chocolates as she watched Disney on the television. “Banished him here but we had to… you know, the T word.”
It was torture, and Yves could only nod in understanding.
“That’s understandable, baby,” he sighs out, a bit exasperated. Yves understood why his lover had did that, it was hard ruling your own country and treason is by far the most grave action towards one’s own land. “He deserved that. A good for nothing – we all know how hard it is to get a place here,” he tells her, pulling her towards his lap, Vio’s back on his chest as he wrapped his arms around her waist.
He pressed a soft kiss on her shoulder, resting his chin on it. “But don’t stress yourself, baby. You did a great job,” he assures her, pressing another kiss to her cheek.
Vio couldn’t help but easily redden at the affection Yves was giving her. It wasn’t all the time that he was highly affectionate. Like she said earlier, Yves’ affections were normal and she had grown accustomed to it, but right now, it felt like it was cranked another level higher for some reason. Slender digits wrap around his hands, letting him hold her so tight.
Being in his arms felt like home – but Vio already knew that ever since. She knew that with how he treated her, he wasn’t any person; she already felt that he wasn’t a human, and she grew wary when she knew Yves was a God – not just any God, but Apollo, or Helios – the Sun God. She thought he was a no-good person, always messing around with other people.
But history did not do him any justice – he was not all of what she had known and what had read. The God was simply different, and she loved it.
He always showered her with affections. His love, adoration and constant care for her was something she welcomed with open arms. Always a smile on her face whenever he’s around, and his presence alone made her so comfortable – he radiated home, and home is always where she wants to be.
And Yves feels the same. Why won’t he? He was a lucky man for having Violetta by his side. Not everyone, may it be a God or a mortal, they aren’t as lucky as him. He is blessed, more than, for having this lovely woman.
The books could portray him as a womanizer, but he was never that.
Never ever.
His heart belonged to one woman, and that is Violetta Valentine.
“You know,” he mumbles, watching their daughter. “I simply don’t believe in other lifetimes because I’m happy with the one I have with you right now,” he tells her, making Violetta grew curious at him. “But if ever something happens and we lose sight of another.”
“I promise you, I will roam the ends of the earth, to heaven and hell, to find you.”
Sylvain couldn’t help but sigh as he watched the dance practice occur in front of him. Rosier wasn’t doing well in today’s practice and it was bad. He couldn’t help but slightly wince when the woman let out another frustrated sigh for the nth time.
The members of TWICE looked bothered as well. They knew that all eyes were on Nayeon, and they couldn’t help but get worried for her as she kept messing up her steps as well as her lines today.
Their next comeback, MORE&MORE, was coming near, and the ladies were doing nothing but practicing and recording – they kept perfecting their craft, and that’s what made Sylvain stay with them for a long time. He had been investing in the group ever since they started, after his imbecilic aunt had decided to mismanage them, he couldn’t help but step in.
Now, a few years later, he had raised not only JYP from the dust, but also the group TWICE.
TWICE was an international sensation, known all over the globe. He had watched them struggle with themselves and with other people – though the latter was inevitable, Sylvain had made the mistake of hiring a loudmouthed stylist once, and Rosier wouldn’t let him hear the end of it. The stylist had decided to yap her business styling the girls, picking on Rosier the most, and the IT Girl had decided to end the woman’s job for her when she called Sylvain.
The fact that she easily called Sylvain shook not only her managers, but also her members. They didn’t know that their center had a close relationship with the ever stoic and serious Sylvain Jung. What they didn’t know is that he’s a chaebol heir, and that he specifically invested in Rosier in exchange for her time. That one slip-up was something Sylvain wouldn’t let Rosier hear the end of.
By now, he knows that the members have taken note of their, rather odd, close relationship.
Both Sylvain and Rosier were quiet about it, not mentioning it to other people. It was unnecessary, and Sylvain didn’t really like it when people try and snoop into his business. When he found out that a paparazzi had caught the both of them eating at a restaurant, it was only a quick call.
Photos were deleted and the paparazzi was bribed, and maybe threatened, to keep his mouth shut.
At first, Rosier didn’t really like this whole arrangement. She felt used, and she felt like she constantly owed the man. It was a long process before they went to where they are now – close friends to some, but in between the two of them, they were… lovers.
It simply happened.
Sylvain couldn’t help it anymore. He was known for having a cold heart, but somehow, when it came to Rosier, he can’t help but lower his defenses. It was like she pried her way inside without the both of them knowing it. The two got into a relationship around TWICE’s Fancy era, and that was where it was evident that Rosier shone the most out of everyone in the group. Many people couldn’t help but point out the fact that Rosier was blooming differently, and TWICE felt like they were getting better treatment than ever. The girls have thanked Sylvain most of the time and not his aunt, but all he could reply was, “it was the fruition of your hard work, not mine.”
And it was true. Rosier had come to realize it too.
But right now, all Sylvain could do was sigh.
He signaled one of the choreographers to halt the music with a raise of his hand. He was casual today, wearing a knitted, beige sweater, trousers that matched his top and shoes that were nothing but comfortable. He looked so cozy, yet behind the clothes was a jaw-dropping price tag. The fact that he wasn’t even wearing one of his favorite watches too – just his Rolex Oyster Perpetual, and it already cost much.
Everyone was silent, waiting for him to make a word.
The atmosphere felt a bit heavy, though it was common practice by now. When Sylvain Jung orders you to stop, you stop. No talking, no asking. Let him speak first; don’t ever put words in his mouth too. Some of the staff knew this the hard way, but now they have gotten used to them.
“Rosier,” his voice boomed across the practice room.
The girl couldn’t help but look angry at him, but with one look, she was immediately shut up. She knew better, after all. She knew Sylvain better out of everyone in this room. And with one call of her name, she slinked away from the group, walking towards him. Sylvain rolled his eyes at how Rosier was acting before facing everybody else.
“Take a break for an hour.”
And everyone, then, breathed lightly.
Sylvain and Rosier went out of the practice room, the latter muttering words that were most likely against him, but he didn’t really mind when this happened. It was Rosier’s way of coping from a bad day, and he just let her do it.
They walked towards his office, opening the door for his lover. Rosier went in quietly, though her visage says otherwise. She was still upset, and Sylvain was giving her space to breathe. He went inside and locked his office – it was very much private. Tinted and soundproof. There was no way in hell anyone could sneak into his business – literally.
Rosier crossed her arms as she sat down on the leather sofa inside Sylvain’s office, perfectly-shaped brows meeting together – a little tell-tale sign that she was truly upset. Sylvain had sat beside her, pulling her onto his lap, making her face him.
If the situation wasn’t so serious, he would’ve cooed at how his lover looked so adorable. Sylvain tried to uncross her arms, having a bit of trouble doing so, before wrapping it around his shoulders. His princess couldn’t face him, which was funny, because she looked at him so deviously earlier.
“Look at me,” he gently tells her, an arm holding her by the waist, the other was on her jawline, trying to make her look at him. “Princess, don’t be so difficult,” he sighs, leaning back on the sofa as he places his attention on her. Rosier couldn’t help but sigh in return, eventually leaning and hiding her face on his chest.
Sylvain had placed a hand on her back, trying to soothe her body pains from the constant practice that she and the girls have been dealing with lately. “You okay?” he mumbles against her hair, and Rosier could only shake her head. “Tired,” she replies just as quiet. Sylvain hadn’t replied, but simply adjusted their position so both of them were now laying down the sofa.
His nimble fingers brush her hair, trying to put Rosier sleep by making it cozy for her as well. He makes space for her, and with how Rosier was coming close to him, he knew that his pretty princess needed some time to sleep. “Sorry, practice was really rough these days,” he apologizes. It was his fault anyway, always trying to step up the choreography.
TWICE wouldn’t have achieved a lot if it weren’t for his guidance as well, but Sylvain had always told them that no matter how difficult things may be, as long as it is their passion, everything will be alright, and that every struggle or challenge that gets thrown in their way, they will remain victorious as long as they are willing and determined.
But they are human too, they get tired, and he noticed that. He was a kind boss to them, the kindest to Rosier. The Sylvain that Rosier had met the first time compared to the Sylvain she knew now – they were polar opposites. Though his dominant attitude was still there, Sylvain had the softest heart, Rosier had taken note of that when she was reflecting about her boss one day.
He wasn’t just a boss anymore, he was her lover as well.
Both of them didn’t really know how it happened, but when you’ve been in each other’s side for years now and had seen different facets of each other, you couldn’t help but notice the little things.
The little things they don’t show to other people.
“You don’t have to say sorry,” she mumbled in response, an arm wrapping around Sylvain’s chest. “It’s just tiring, but I’m okay.”
Sylvain could only hum in return.
Both of them were in silence for a while, just holding each other in his cold office, but their warmth made up for it. “Baby?” he could hear Rosier’s small voice call out to him. “Yes?” was his simple reply towards her.
“Can we stay like this for a while?”
Sylvain couldn’t help but feel butterflies in his stomach, fluttering nonstop as Rosier muttered those words to him. He only held her close, kissing her hair and mumbling a small ‘of course.’
He knew that in this moment, he didn’t want to be anywhere else.
Have you ever wondered why this certain lifetime has no story to it?
What if the story is still in progress, would you believe that?
Do you believe in that?
You have seen glimpses of every lifetime these two have had.
How does it feel, to be a witness of love that lasts?
It's not all the time that one person, rather, one soul finds
another in a different lifetime. In an alternate universe, do
you believe that you'll find this person? Yes, the one that you
have in mind. Do you think that in another life, you will find them?
Will you be like these two lovers? It didn't matter if they looked the
same or if they looked different in their visage. Look inside.
Look inside.
That is where you will know that it is them.
That's your person, the one you call home.
