#yeosang fanficiton

[atinytokki]

Orbit

Summary

Notorious space pirate Kim Hongjoong has turned himself over to the authorities in return for clemency for his crew. His execution is set to be an intergalactic spectacle telecast live across the galaxies. ATEEZ are left adrift, but they aren't giving up. This will be their greatest heist yet: stealing their captain back. 

Originally written for the 8 Makes 1 Family Fest and cross-posted to ao3 and wattpad. First chapter here!

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Crisis of Love || Ateez

FANDOM: Ateez PAIRING: Yeosang/San, Hongjoong/Seonghwa/Wooyoung, Yunho/Mingi WORD COUNT: 5102 RATING: M POTENTIAL TRIGGERS: Descriptions of torture, mentions of blood and violence, implied self harm SUMMARY: After three years of watching two of his best friends dance around their obvious affections for each other, Wooyoung is going to need the help of all of the Horizon Boys and some close friends to get the words spoken between Yeosang and San. However, plans go on hold when one of their own goes missing. TAGLIST: @ashxx0707

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Years of watching two of his closest friends dance around their emotions for each other had worn Wooyoung down. Unable to spend another year watching the pair, he sat on the veranda of his family's home, staring out at the large garden, plotting how to give the push that Yeosang and San needed.

"Wooyoung, don't think too hard. You'll give yourself a headache." 

The voice is gentle, but it snaps the young man out of his thoughts, startling. Blonde hair sways just the slightest as he turns and lays eyes on a pink haired boy walking towards him. "Yeonjun!" He half squeals, hopping up and rushing to go hug his friend. "When did your family get in? We didn't know you were coming."

"I didn't either." Yeonjun answered, laughing as he hugged the other male. "We left last night, arrived this morning. Something important, no doubt." He moved to start towards the table. "So do tell, what is it that has you so keen on giving yourself a migraine, hm?"

"Planning." Wooyoung said defiantly, moving to sit across from Yeonjun and picking up his cup to sip from the cup. 

"That can't be good. Do Yeosang and Hongjoong know?" 

"Excuse you, asshat, I don't need permission every time I put schemes together." Wooyoung counters sassily, watching as Yeonjun pours a glass of lemonade from the pitcher and settles into a chair across from him.

"Not every time, but whether you do or not depends on the circumstances." Yeonjun arches a brow at Wooyoung as he sips at his glass, earning a huff as Wooyoung leans back in his chair and crosses his arms.

"I need to get Yeosang and San to get their feelings out." Wooyoung groaned. “It’s not like everyone else doesn’t already see it.” 

"You mean they're actually that oblivious?" Yeonjun asked, clearly surprised. 

"Only with each other." Wooyoung barks out a laugh at the words, head falling back a little as he does so. "Most everything else they're really keen on."

"No kidding." Yeonjun laughed as well, shaking his head. "So what ideas do you have so far?"

"That's just it, I have exactly nothing." 

"Well, now. That’s a change. Maybe you should talk to Hongjoong or Seonghwa?" 

"Joong and Hwa don’t need to get involved in this, Yeonny. They have enough going on right now with keeping on top of things for our parents."

"Did someone say my name?" A voice asked, and the two turned to lay eyes on Seonghwa, black hair framing his face as he leaned against the doorway. Tall frame accented by dark jeans and a near skin tight white t-shirt. "What are you up to, Jung Wooyoung?" 

“Nothing, Hwa.” Wooyoung replies at the exact same time Yeonjun opens his mouth. 

“Our favorite chaos boy here is trying to get Yeosang and San to admit they-”

“Are ridiculously in love with each other?” Seonghwa finishes with a knowing smirk, moving to take a seat between the younger men, one leg crossing daintily over the other as he reaches to turn over one of the cups and pour himself a cup of the lemonade as well. "Are you tired of watching them be a mix of happy and miserable, too?"

"They are so terrible at reading each other." Yeonjun laughed with a shake of his head, leaning back. "So what are we gonna do?"

"Hongjoong suggested we try a setup of sorts." Seonghwa mused, dropping a sugar cube into the tea.

“Hongjoong is on board with my scheming without supervision?”

“Only in this instance, Wooyoung.” Seonghwa countered with an arched brow.

“And it isn’t like you won’t have any supervision.” Yeonjun countered. “I’m sure everyone is going to be on board with this. It’s only been what, two years?”

“Three, at the very least on San’s part. That’s the first time he slipped.” Wooyoung answered. “So…a setup? How do we manage that?”

“What about at one of the gatherings? We never stay for the full event, anyway.” Yeonjun mused. 

“We stay longer than you, normally.” Wooyoung teased. “You run off with Changbin as soon as you lay eyes on him.” The blush that rushes up his friend’s face makes him smirk. 

“Yeah, because you wouldn’t find the chance to sneak off with someone if they could-”

“Boys, enough, or I will ground you both.” Seonghwa’s tone is authoritative as he lifts his glass again, eyes leveled on the pair. Both of the younger males quiet their banter, looking away like scolded children and he nods, satisfied they’re both back on track. “Our purpose is to bring the two of them together, we can’t do that if you two are just going to bicker like a married couple the entire time.”

“That’s what they do best, of course.” 

Three heads turn at the sudden voice to find Hongjoong coming out to join them on the veranda, looking worse for wear and clearly exhausted.  

“Hongjoong…” Yeonjun and Wooyoung speak at the same time, looking between each other, then to Seonghwa and finally Hongjoong with concern. The future leader makes his way to the table, pulling out the chair between Yeonjun and Seonghwa before all but collapsing into it. 

“You need rest.” Seonghwa urges, one hand moving to rest at the younger’s shoulder. 

“I need time with my people.” Hongjoong counters. “Rest can come later.” Despite his words, though, he leans until his body is resting gently against Seonghwa’s shoulder. “Hello, Yeonjun. I wasn’t aware your family would be here.”

Yeonjun shrugged. “I’m used to never knowing what plans my mother makes until I’m ordered to do something,” he replied. “You look like shit, though.”

Hongjoong manages to smirk as he scoffs out a laugh. “You should see the other guy. He’s much worse off, I promise.” he sassed, forcing himself up from Seonghwa’s shoulder to look at the three men. “What are we discussing, exactly?”

“Yeosang and San.” Seonghwa is the first to answer, keeping an eye on Hongjoong.

“Ah, the oblivious lovebirds.” Hongjoong chuckles, tone almost singsong, as he leaned forward to get the final cup, stopping when he finds Wooyoung has poured a fresh glass and is handing it to him so he doesn’t have to move as much. “Thank you, Wooyoung.”

“Don’t thank me yet. I’d honestly rather you rest a little. You look like you had a hell of a fight, after all. But you’re too stubborn, so I’ll settle with you not moving a whole lot.”

“Good boy.” Hongjoong praises, and if he notices the tint rising up Wooyoung’s neck, he doesn’t mention it. “Our next gathering is in a few weeks, we have some time to figure something out if we want to do it then.” He sips his drink and it lowers it from his lips when a commotion from within the manor makes all four of them turn. “What on earth?” As the words leave his mouth, a pair of servants rush out onto the veranda, anxiously looking around. The female of the pair gives a clear sigh of relief before rushing back inside, shoes clicking on the marble of the den area. The young man who had accompanied her seems to be taking note of the four before turning to follow. Hongjoong stops the male with a simple ‘stop’, the man turning back to face the table.

“Yes, Master Hongjoong?”

“What is going on, Taehui?” Hongjoong asks, dark eyes never leaving the other male. 

“We’re not entirely sure as of yet, sir.” the servant, Taehui replies. “Young Master Wooyoung’s father received news there was a kidnapping, and his first order was for us to check how many of you were here so we could report back.” He’s honest and obviously uncertain of what to do in the situation, his eyes unable to lift from the ground. The previously relaxed atmosphere of the table has changed drastically in a few moments time, and he’s clearly uncomfortable giving bad news to the group.

“Kidnapping? Of one of ours?” Seonghwa frowns, eyes immediately finding Hongjoong’s, and the pair have a moment before the elder stands and walks out towards the garden. “I’ll start making calls.”

“Thank you, Taehui. We’ll be inside shortly. Go report to my dad, okay?” Wooyoung dismissed the male, waiting until they were alone again before speaking. “What do you need me to do, Joong?”

“Call your brother and Mingi. Mingi’s supposed to be arriving soon, but we have to be sure. Seonghwa is already calling for follow ups as well.”

“I’ll find my mother. She should have some intel and I can gather my boys to start a search party if need be.” Yeonjun replies, standing. “All of you stay safe, and keep us updated.”

“Keep your heads level, Yeonny.” Wooyoung replies, giving a worried smile as his friend lays a hand on his shoulder before heading inside. His eyes are focused on the commotion he can hear inside, one hand tightening on the tablecloth. This is par for the course - they’re children of powerful mafia families, after all - but no one has ever been stupid enough to try and kidnap any of them. The worry for his pseudo brothers courses through him and has him frozen as his mind starts to reel with possible scenarios.

“Wooyoung-ah.” 

Dark eyes blink as Wooyoung tears his gaze from the doors to look at his leader, returning to the moment in front of him. “Sorry, Joong, this is just…new territory. No one’s ever tried to kidnap any of us before.” He’s working on dialing Yunho’s number as he speaks, moving to stand.

“Right now, all I care about is that it isn’t one of the eight of us. Once we know that, I’ll worry about what needs to happen.” Hongjoong replied, and while his demeanor is calm, Wooyoung knows the leader’s mannerisms well enough to hear the mixed emotions behind the words. The younger male is loath to leave Hongjoong alone, but forces himself to step aside as the phone rings, silently begging the phone to pick up.

“San and Jongho are fine. They stopped to get some things, but they’re on their way again, no more stops.” Seonghwa says as he walks back, though his eyes are on his phone as he dials again.

“Yeosang?”

“I’ve tried him twice, but no answer.” Seonghwa is already hanging up and preparing to dial again when Hongjoong lifts a hand. 

“I’ll call him. Go check on Wooyoung, he’s trying to call Mingi and Yunho.” Hongjoong commands, scrolling to dial Yeosang’s number. His eyes stay on Seonghwa as the eldest checks in with Wooyoung, free hand clenching hard enough that his mind vaguely registers the pain of his nails digging into his palm. If any of his brothers have been taken, he isn’t going to just stand aside. He’ll bring the wrath of hell itself on whoever was stupid enough.

“Hongjoong? Who’s hurt?”

The deep timbre sends a wave of relief through Hongjoong despite the urgency in the man’s tone when Yeosang answers. The younger had clearly been dozed off, which explains the initial missed calls. He lets out a breath, which only further alerts the man on the other end. He and Seonghwa don’t continuously call like this, and there’s no doubt it’s put the black haired male on high alert.

“Captain?” Yeosang asks again, worry much more prominent in his voice now.

“We don’t know if anyone is hurt yet. There was apparently news of a kidnapping and the staff here are losing their minds.” Hongjoong answers. “San is okay.” he adds when he hears the sharp intake of breath, knowing the next question that’s about to come from Yeosang’s mouth and beating him to the punch. “Seonghwa just talked to him, he’s with Jongho and they’re finishing the trip out here.”

“Okay,” the one word shows the instant relief before Yeosang speaks again. “What about the others?”

“Yunho is accounted for. Wooyoung is here with Hwa and I, he’s trying-” he cuts off when he spots Wooyoung neary throwing his phone before he’s stopped by Seonghwa grabbing his wrist. Wooyoung doesn’t lash out like that, and it’s enough to send ice through Hongjoong’s body. “Yeosang, have you seen or heard from Mingi today?”

“Not seen, but he did message and say he and his dad were leaving this morning. Is he not answering?”

“I don’t know.” Hongjoong is up and moving even as he speaks, nearing where Seonghwa is holding tight to Wooyoung with one arm while he tries to hide the frantic energy of his dialing. “What’s wrong?”

“Mingi’s phone is going straight to voicemail.” Seoghwa replied, lifting his phone to his ear. “Wooyoung tried him seven times.”

“Damnit.” Hongjoong replies, the sound almost a hiss.

“I’m not near any of my gear, Joong. I can’t trace him until I get to the manor with all of you.” Yeosang speeds through the words, a panic setting into him as well despite the calm in his tone. 

“Just stay calm, Yeosang. You worry about getting here in one piece. Hwa and I will worry about calming Wooyoung down and filling in the rest of the guys.”

“I’m like half an hour out, but I can cut time if I make them stop and get on my bike.”

“Do whatever you need to.” Hongjoong replied. “For gods’ sake just be careful.”

“Copy that, Captain.” The line dies as Yeosang ends the call, and Hongjoong has to take a slow breath to calm the anger in his body. Wooyoung’s entire body trembles just enough to make it noticeable, the younger male gripping at Seonghwa’s arm like a scared child, though what emotions he’s going through is unclear.

“First thing’s first.” Hongjoong began, back straightening. “We’re gathering in Wooyoung’s study, away from parents and staff. This is Horizon Boy business; we handle it our way.” His tone is level, forcing all other emotions down as he looks at the two men before him. Eyes lift to meet his second in command, and he nods at the man as he speaks. “Seonghwa, catch up with Yeonjun, tell him that he and the boys are on standby so we can cover more ground.”

“Yes sir.” Seonghwa says, gently prying his arm from Wooyoung’s grip. Wooyoung fights for a moment, but gives up when Seonghwa is able to pull him from his mind with a few quiet words. 

“Wooyoung.” Hongjoong says gently, reaching to touch the back of Wooyoung’s hand. “He will be okay.”

“But…why? Why would they come after us?”

“We’re the heirs, remember? Even if we aren’t an emotional weakness, enemies would perceive us as such because we’re set to take our respective parents’ places.” Hongjoong replied, curling his hand into Wooyoung’s. “Wooyoung, I need your head to stay in the moment, okay?”

“In the moment?” Wooyoung mirrors, confusion twisting his features.

“You and Yeosang are our techs, and you two are the best at it. You can go over what gear you need and get it ready so that when he gets here, the two of you can jump on the trace together.” Hongjoong replied. “We can’t let our emotions get the better of us right now. Not until we find Mingi and know he’s safe. I need you to turn everything else off for now. Can you do that?”

Wooyoung wants to lie and say he can’t, that he needs to step away. However, he knows better, he knows that Hongjoong knows better. Turning off their feelings has been ingrained in them by their parents, a way to do what needs to be done in the moment. Mafia life has little time for emotions in critical situations. The main difference is that Wooyoung is one of the few of them who have never had to utilize it in the field of their lives, and it shows in his struggle to find that calm that Hongjoong currently displays. Closing his eyes, he grips his leader’s hand tighter for a moment, taking a shaky breath and holding it while he counts to five in his head before letting it out slowly. When he opened his eyes, he made sure to lock them on Hongjoong and nod. “I’ve got it, I promise.”

“Are you sure?” 

It takes a moment before Wooyoung can answer, but he manages to hold eye contact, searching Hongjoong’s eyes as he gathers the strength he needs from his leader. “Yes. Just give me twenty minutes to get the system set up.”

“Do you need me with you?”

Wooyoung starts to shake his head for a moment, but finds himself unable to do so. “I’ve never had to do this before, Joong.”

“I know. And I’m right here. We’ll all be here.” Hongjoong assured, squeezing Wooyung’s hand gently. “Let me help you get the stuff, huh? That way you have one of us with you to help keep you level headed.”

“What about Jongho and Yunho?”

“That’s why we’re doing it all together. None of you have ever needed to do this, and I need you to know you aren’t alone.”

“We’re never alone, Hongjoong. We know that. We have you, and you’re a better leader than your father could ever hope to be.” Wooyoung forces himself to take another breath and releases it, letting go of Hongjoong’s hand. “Let’s go. I have to get the computers moved around in the study.” He steps away and makes his way inside, ignoring the confusion and chaos of staff around them. 

“Hongjoong! Wooyoung!” 

The raised voice stops the pair, and Wooyoung turns to find Yunho, the taller male obviously distraught. “Yunho, you’re okay.” he breathes as his brother rushes over to them. 

“Yeah, I was only out to get snacks for us later. Mom called me and I immediately headed home.” Yunho speaks hurriedly. “Do we have anything on Mingi yet? Seonghwa said you guys couldn’t get him to answer either?”

“You tried calling him already?” Hongjoong asked, and seeing Yunho nod put more stock into their growing concern. Mingi would never ignore his boyfriend calling him, especially not when Yunho wasn’t the only one dialing him. “Alright, you’re going to help Wooyoung and I get his study set up so he and Yeosang can run a trace.”

“Where are San and Jongho?”

“Still en route, but safe.” Wooyoung answered with a nod.

“And what about Yeosang?”

“He likely made the driver stop so he could get his bike unhitched, but he’s on the way. He shouldn’t be too far behind you.” Hongjoong said. “Come on, let’s get going. The sooner we get set up, the quicker we can make a plan of action.”

“We aren’t going to ask our parents for anything?” Yunho clarified.

“This is Horizon Boy business.” Wooyoung chimes as he mirrors their leader's words. It seems to be enough to help Yunho calm a little.

“And we handle it our own way.” Yunho finishes, giving a nod. “Alright, let’s go. I need to get Mingi home safe.”

“We all do.” Hongjoong replied, motioning for the two to start up the stairs. He stays behind them, keeping an eye on the two. This is not how he wanted to introduce them into the more dangerous side of their world. He and Seonghwa have carefully brought each of the others in one at a time, so there’s a support system as they learn the ropes. And as each member got comfortable, the next to be brought in would have a bigger blanket of adjustment. Wooyoung and Jongho were supposed to be the last ones, but this event ruined that plan. His head is bouncing over ideas as he blindly walks, knowing the manor as well as he does means he can be allowed some time in his mind. He stops when he finds himself in the large study, moving to the floor to ceiling window that doubles as a door to a large balcony. “Once we get the system up, we need to follow any movements from the last text Mingi sent.” he thought aloud, taking a moment to take in the sky before turning to the large table and gathering the papers strewn about. He stacked them neatly, tapping them on the dark stained oak wood to align them and set them aside. 

“At the very least the last one that was sent to one of us.” Wooyoung replied, moving two laptops onto the table and opening them at two different chairs. “Yunho, I need the holoscreen on while I hook these up to my system.” He falls quiet as he begins focusing, nerves disappearing as he settles into his element. Yunho joined him by the laptops, double tapping the table in between the two that opened to reveal a screen. He laid his thumb over the little screen, and then nodded at his little brother. 

“Alright, it just needs your scan.”

Wooyoung nodded even though he wasn't looking at the other men in the room. When the first screen kicked to life, he stepped to bend over and scan his index finger before turning his attention to the second laptop. “I can follow towers that the phone pinged off of. Yeosang should be able to check for any cloning or strange activity in the background that went unnoticed.”

“That's a thing?” Yunho asked, arching a brow as he pulled chairs out from the table. 

“Trust me, there's a lot a good hacker can do and the user not realize it.” Wooyoung answered calmly. 

“It's why Woo and I regularly update the security for our files in the manors. We should have thought about extending it to our personal phones before now, though.” A deep voice said as footsteps carried in a well built male with dark hair pinned back by a butterfly barrette. Eyes dart over the room, taking in the others before taking the riding jacket off and draping it over the back of a chair. “Where are we at?”

“We’ve never been targets, Yeo, it didn’t dawn on us to apply it to our phones.” Wooyoung countered, taking one of the chairs and nudging the other back. “I’ve got the system warming up, we should be able to hit the ground running.”

“Has anyone been able to get in touch with Mingi yet?”

“No,” Yunho says, pacing slightly along the wall of books with phone in hand. “As much as we’re calling, he should have answered by now.”

“The fact that he didn’t answer you is concerning enough.” Yeosang says, moving to take the seat next to Wooyoung. The two dove into working quietly, murmuring between themselves as they worked. Hongjoong turned to look at the pair, then moved to walk across the room to Yunho, reaching up to grab the taller man’s shoulder, making Yunho stop to look down at him. 

“We’re going to find him, and he will be safe.” Hongjoong said calmly, seriously, eyes not leaving Yunho’s. 

“It's not Mingi I'm worried about.” Yunho replied. “It's how dangerous we are as a team if he gets hurt.”

“If any of us get hurt.” Hongjoong corrected. “And whoever was stupid enough to cross the eight of us won't like the ending coming their way.”

“We always talk about outside enemies coming after us….but what about family?” Wooyoung asks, eyes still locked on the screen before him. 

“What do you mean, Woo?” Yunho asks, attention going to his brother.

“Everyone working under Hongjoong’s father knows we're the ones next in line for power. He's always made that abundantly clear. Bumjoong gets control of the fronts and saving face, Hongjoong becomes head of the family.” Wooyoung explained. “So everyone is fully aware that means the other seven of us are direct underlings. So, y’know…what happens if someone decides they don't like that arrangement?” 

“You mean an inside job.” Hongjoong’s voice is flat, and the tone is somehow a strange mix of skeptical and unphased. “What are you saying, Wooyoung?”

“Nothing, I just…it's something I thought about.” Wooyoung answers. “We're always ready for outside threats, but shouldn't we consider even our own families an outside threat?” It goes silent aside from the sound of him and Yeosang typing and working on their respective duties to track their friend, and he finds his lower lip tugging between his lips nervously.

“He has a point, Joong.” Yeosang says, finally breaking the silent tension in the room. “With what we're trying to do, even if no one is actually privy to our plans-”

“We'll cross that bridge later.” Hongjoong cuts the other off. “Right now, finding Mingi is our top priority.”

“And if we find out it was, actually, an inside job?” Yeosang asks back, unphased by his captain silencing his thought process so quickly, dark eyes locked on the screen as he goes through the data on Mingi’s device.

“Then we make sure everyone is aware of what happens when you cross the future leaders.” Hongjoong says coldly, and none of the others in the room need to question what he means. If Hongjoong's father makes a statement by brutal punishments, they have to take it further, make it known they have no room for mutinists.

Death is the only answer to crossing the next generation of leaders. 

There's little more than a nod from his underlings, and his attention once more returns to Yunho. “Meet up with Hwa. He's gathering Yeonjun and his boys-”

“We're right here, Captain.” Seonghwa’s voice is a gentle timbre as he walks in, Yeonjun shortly behind as well as the rest of the bodyguards he leads. Behind the bodyguards are the achoi brothers, stepping inside and off to one side as they await orders. “What’s our current course?”

“Yeosang? Wooyoung?” Hongjoong asks, eyes turning to his hackers, tone giving them the floor. 

“There aren’t any background programs or files running on his phone, at least thus far.” Yeosang answers matter of factly, though he doesn’t take his gaze from where he’s still scanning over files. 

“I’m able to track the phone, though.” Wooyoung replied. “Either he has it on silent and hidden on him, it’s in whatever he’s being transported in, or it’s being used to hide where he actually is.”

“What were the last coordinates?” Seonghwa asks, walking over to stand behind the two younger men. 

“It looks like it’s somewhere near the docks.” Wooyoung answered, finally letting his gaze move so he could tilt his head back to look at his lieutenant. “If that is where whoever took him has him, there’s all kinds of places that they could hide him until they get whatever it is they want.”

“The docks?” Yunho asks, looking at his younger brother with a tilt of his head, brown eyes worried. “There’s water there, too. Sharks once the boats start coming in from their night fishing.” 

“Yunho, calm down.” Hongjoong said calmly, walking to look out the large balcony window. “Wooyoung, Yeosang. Where was the first ping between the last communication with him and the current ping?” His back stays to the rest of the room, but his posture reads that he’s very aware of everything and everyone. 

The current display of behavior isn’t something Wooyoung has seen from Hongjoong before, and the young man watches his leader in a mix of awe and fear until a tap on his forearm draws his eyes to Yeosang, who nods once before going back to his screen. Wooyoung finds comfort in his first friend’s demeanor and it makes him take a deep breath in order to settle himself and return to his own screen. 

“The last message to any of us was 2:28.” Yeosang provides, fingers clicking on the keys of his computer. 

Wooyoung nods when the information is relayed, using his own program to configure the info he needed. “It looks like…” he pauses as the coordinates pop up, the text highlighting as he stops. “Wait, what?” he asks, confusion and dread mixing in his voice. “No. No, that can’t be right.” he pleaded more to himself, but his energy was enough to alert Hongjoong. 

“What is it, Woo?” Seonghwa asks, head tilting.

“No, it can’t be.” Wooyoung hears nothing as he runs the program again, breath hitching when the location once more comes up the same. “Yunho…” his voice is weak as he speaks his brother’s name, unable to make an answer for Seonghwa come from his throat. It’s enough to drive his brother to his chair, looking over Wooyoung’s head. 

“Wait, isn’t that-”

Wooyoung is frantically working on running the grid numbers again. “Tell me I’m wrong.” his voice is quiet, worried, as he bites his lip harder. “That’s not where I think it is, right?” He moves his head so he can look over his shoulder at his brother. “Tell me the program is wrong.”

“Wooyoung…” Yeosang starts, reaching to lay his hand on Wooyoung’s arm. “We designed these programs, there can’t be anything wrong with them. What’s going on?”

“That can’t…” Yunho shakes his head. “Why would there be any reason to go to the boutique?”

“What are you talking about, Yunho?” Hongjoong asks, only turning his head to look over his shoulder in the direction of the brothers. 

“The coordinates that first register is the same address as our mom's shop.” Yunho says, frowning. “It doesn't make sense.”

“Then let's go ask questions, children.” Seonghwa states, moving forward to stand behind Hongjoong and brace a hand at Hongjoong's shoulder.

“All of us showing up would be bad, Hwa.” Yeosang muses, though he's focused on his screen. 

“We aren't all going.” Seonghwa replies. “Yunho and San can come with me, Yeonjun and his boys can start on any tracking that needs done. The rest of you stay here with Joong and relay anything he needs to the rest of us in the field.” his eyes are on Hongjoong as he speaks, their leader nodding. Yeonjun motions his head towards the door and his team heads out, but he glanced worriedly at Wooyoung as he leaves.

“Go.” Hongjoong finally tells his second, eyes turning to look back at Seonghwa. “Be careful.” The please is unspoken, but evident in his eyes, and Seonghwa nods, squeezing the younger man's shoulder before lowering his head to kiss Hongjoong’s hair. 

“We'll be back.” Stepping away, he motioned a hand, Yunho and San immediately moving towards the door. “Woo, Yeo, Jongho, stay here where it's safest.”

“Yes sir,” the underlings said just slightly out of sync as the trio left. 

“Joong?” Wooyoung asked, his tone soft. It's barely audible, but it pulls Hongjoong’s attention to him. “Tell us what we need to do.”

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ Author's Notes:: Hello, my multis! Kallin here with a new update to the Horizon Boys series. This work was originally only supposed to one chapter, but at 13 pages in my google docs for just this part, I made the choice to split it into at least two parts. This is set roughly seven years before In the Morning, so enjoy.

Please do not repost my work.

[midnightseonghwa]

𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐞𝐚 𝐒𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐬 | 𝐤.𝐲𝐬

𝐖𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐇𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐀𝐮 - 𝟒

✕𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Merman!Yeosang x Drowning!Reader  

✕𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: Mermaid, Halloween Au, fluff 

✕𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 4.5k+

✕𝐏𝐥𝐨𝐭: Arms crossed over your heart, you’re ready to fling yourself off the edge of a cliff but good thing Yeosang is there to save you.  Alternatively: “To hold a love that knows no elements.”  

✕𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Strong langauge, mentions of death, suicide and drowning. Yeosang is shirtless (he’s a merman...). He’s quite fascinated with you, slightly obsessive themes and stalkerish themes.

✕𝐄𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐬: Unedited

✕𝐀/𝐍: Remember that this is fiction. Enjoy! Let me know if you want to be added to the taglist. Leave a comment under this post or message me! Here is the mernman Yeosang...oh boy...how exciting! I hope you like it! I watched his v live where he wore the pumpkin hat and oh my god! He looked so cute with his little ponytail. This took me wayyyyyy too long to write and I know many of you were excited and stuff but like I’m not very satisfied with how this turned out? I will revisit this once I’m done with all au-s. 

✕𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭: @pancakes-for-teddy​

✕𝐀𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐜: Here 

The waves crashed into the rocks under you as you peeked down at the sea with dried tear stains on your cheeks.

"(Y/n)," a voice called out from the back and you closed your eyes, not wanting to hear your brother's voice for a second longer.

"G-go...go away, Seonghwa," you said, your voice tight and scratchy. Hiccups escaped your mouth, each one making the bruises on your chest hurt more.

The ocean wind whipped at your hair, making it stick to your wet cheeks and the snot running down your face.

"(Y/n), you're being stupid again. Step away from there, now," he said and walked closer with his hand stretched out.

"That's all I am for you anyway. Stupid," you spat but your voice got lost in the wind, your sobs overpowering and breaking each syllable.

"Come on, (Y/n)..." Seonghwa huffed in distress and reached out further for you.

"You don't have to do this. Please, just think it through."

His words fell on deaf ears, every thought leaving your head empty and spiralling.

"I've thought about it enough, Seonghwa. It's time for me to take action."

With that, you crossed your arms over your thumping heart and threw yourself off the cliff, every regret leaving your body.

You were finally free.

Silence surrounded your shivering form as you floated through the blue abyss. It felt as if someone had stuffed cotton in your ears. The water felt smooth and silky and left every part of your skin caressed with the hands of the ocean.

The salt stung your eyes as you managed to open them. The world above you looking blue through the lens with the refracted rays of white sunlight hitting your form. Trying to desperately blink away any sort of illusion, you felt a burning feeling rise in your chest.

The fire was so great, spreading through your entire body before you started struggling, pushing yourself up with your hands but no matter how close you thought you were to the surface, you never seemed to reach it.

That's when you realised...you were going to die.

You had wanted it, standing above sea level, ignoring your brother. But now, all you really wanted was...air.

Were you really free?

Your hands thrashed around the water, trying to grab onto anything that might provide you with aid but the quiet hum of the ocean waves above you reminded you that there was nothing.

You were alone, just as you had been your entire life.

The pain in your chest started subsiding to a dull throb and you felt your eyes grow heavy, the liquid weighing down on them. Forcing them to stay open, you thrashed around with the last of your might but to no avail, you started fading.

Eyes fluttering close, you felt your throat close up, the last bit of oxygen leaving your body. With an impending sense of doom, you closed your eyes, hoping that the ocean would spit you out instead of swallowing you whole.

You coughed. Once, twice and a third time until you shot awake, salty water flooding out of your system, each hack paining your lungs and causing your body to shake. Your hair was stuck to your face, every strand, dead and dry as reached up to wring the water out of it.

The ground under your limbs was hard and cold. Icicles shooting up your legs, rendering them numb and disabled.

"You...you're awake," you heard someone call and take a breath of relief. Whipping your head around, you squinted and examined your surrounding trying to figure out if you were already dead or not.

"Purgatory sure is shit," you muttered and took a deep breath of the salty air before stopping and looking around again.

"Is purgatory under the ocean?" You asked, completely bewildered, feeling even more lost when a certain figure attracted the attention of your eyes.

"Who...?" You trailed off and rubbed at your eyes, the reminiscent salt making your eyes sting, scratching it raw.

The figure was looking at you with narrowed eyes. His skin and hair as pale as snow, the upper portion of his body completely...naked. His porcelain skin was almost glinting in contrast to the onyx rocks as he sat with his arms crossed across his chest.

"Who are you?" The question tumbled from your lips before your brain had even registered your situation.

"Kang Yeosang," he said and you heard a bit of splashing in the water below.

Curiously, you let your eyes drift down and almost screamed at the sight of a tail instead of legs. Pushing yourself against the hard rock wall, you swallowed the gasp that was threatening to bubble up your throat and clapped a hand over your mouth. Eyes roaming, you studied his tail. The rich blue scales glistened as the little light reflected off it and his fins curved in, delicately, a translucent blue. The scales looked as if they were sequins made of the finest sapphires and were sewed in by the most skilled hands.

A bit extravagant for a Halloween costume.

"You have a tail," you stuttered out and crawled forward to the edge of the rock platform you had been placed on. The water beneath you was a dark murky blue, the depths of it unfathomable as the creatures lurked underneath.

"You're stating the obvious," the male snorted and pushed himself off the rock, swimming towards you with an offhanded curiosity that glittered in his eyes.

Approaching your figure close to the jagged edge of the rocks, he held his hand out and you found yourself slowly leaning towards him, eyes wide as you got lost in his, the dark brown surrounding you with a sense of normalcy.

His touch was soft, unlike his narrowed eyes and snarky look. Dainty fingers traced your jaw as they tapped along your cheeks and played with your hair strands.

You observed all his sharp but delicate features as they matched the energy of the sea, every wave like his unflickering eyes. Before you knew it, you were leaning closer to the water, closer to where he was before he jerked you back by the shoulder, the tip of your nose almost touching the water.

"For a species that's supposed to be smart, you sure are stupid," Yeosang said and checked you over once before swimming further into the water. Resuming your position against the rock wall again, you brought your knees up to your chest, wiggling your toes to get rid of the freezing numbness was that was taking over.

"You humans have such odd features," Yeosang commented as he swam around a bit before resting his arms and head on the rock platform. His platinum blond hair stuck to his forehead as some of the strands came down into his eyes.

"And what do you know about humans?" You asked and narrowed your eyes a bit, getting oddly defensive at his careless comment.

"Nothing actually. I've always heard about them from my brothers. You're the first one I'm seeing up close."

Gulping, you crossed your legs and leaned against the rocks, the pointed edges digging into your back, making every small move uncomfortable.

"When can I go home?" You asked to no one in particular but Yeosang just snorted and flicked some water at you.

"The one I caught drowning, now wants to go home?"

There was a certain sarcasm in his voice that just didn't sit right with you. He had stabbed you right where the festering wound was and you bit your lip, swallowing every bit of abuse and inhaled the salty ocean air instead.

"Can you at least tell me where I am?"

Yeosang looked around, the moon had now risen on top of you and was visible from a tiny hole in the rocky walls.

"An island a couple kilometres from where you jumped," he said as if it was the most casual thing in the world.

You looked around once more, seeing nothing but saltwater dripping from onyx coloured rocks and more pointed edges.

"How do I get out of here?" You said Yeosang gave a bit of a sad look.

"Why would you want to leave? Just live here! You didn't want to live anyways so you can think of this as your fresh start." Yeosang rushed before his face turned a bright red and he ducked his head into the water.

The words that flew out of his mouth were fast and didn't quite register in your head until you went through every letter he had uttered.

"Huh...?" Were the only words that left your mouth until you heard a huff from Yeosang who had now begun to swim away. It was strange to you that a half fish-man would have any sort of fascination with you even if it was purely just scientific.

But then again, you are the first human he's ever seen up close.

You watched with a confused face as Yeosang's blue tail flipped on the surface before disappearing into the blue abyss again.

Yeosang swam through the reef as he came face to face with his older brother, Hongjoong.

"Where have you been?" He asked, the red scales on his tail resembling a fiery colour.

"Somewhere," Yeosang replied and tried to move past his brother when a hand caught him.

"Wooyoung said he saw you lurking by the surface again, says that you've brought a human into the ocean."

Hongjoong's voice was cold and hostile. In entire merfolk history, never has a human ever been intertwined with their kind and for good reason. Humans were simply just too extreme for their own good. See something pretty, they'll hunt it until it's extinct. See something foreign and they'll alienate it.

"And what if I have?" Yeosang bit back with a snarl in his voice getting defensive about the human he had been observing for a while now.

"What's so special about this human," Hongjoong said and Yeosang found himself thinking back to the first day he saw you.

You had been sitting on one of the rock clusters near the beach, crying. Bleeding from the strange fingers that you had attached to your lower body as you furiously wiped at the blood with seawater, only for it to sting some more.

Absolutely fascinated by your odd state, Yeosang found himself lurking by the surface often, just to catch a glimpse of you.

He heard those other humans call you by your names, (Y/n) and what a pretty name he thought it was. Prettier than any of the pearls he would collect from the sea.

And oh, how his heart almost stopped when he saw you floating alone in the empty ocean. He had seen you enough to understand that you couldn't breathe in water. You didn't have the gills he did at the side of his neck. You needed that foul-smelling air to survive.

"I saved that human," he replied watched as Hongjoong's eyes widened before narrowing distastefully.

"Where are you keeping the human?" He asked in a clipped tone and Yeosang's shoulder dropped before he told his elder brother of the small island he was keeping you on.

"Return this human to the surface, Yeosang. And make sure we never hear of this again."

With that, Hongjoong swam away, his red tail flicking aggressively as he pushed himself through the water disappearing from Yeosang's view.

Yeosang watched as his elder brother swam away with sad eyes. He had only begun to exchange a few words with you and his brother was already telling him to return you to the surface. But he knew the truth. Yeosang knew how much you hated the surface, there was nothing for you there! At least under the sea, you'd have him and maybe even his brothers after they come around.

Sinking to the ocean floor, Yeosang let out a few tears fall out of his eyes and watched as they turned to sea glass, hitting the sandy floor before getting washed away with the slow current.

He's going to have to return you to the surface.

You coughed. Once, twice and a third time until you shot awake, salty water flooding out of your system, each hack paining your lungs and causing your body to shake. Your hair was stuck to your face, every strand, dead and dry as reached up to wring the water out of it.

The ground beneath you was soft and warm and you were reminded of the warm sun that would often soak your bones as you played with Seonghwa in the backyard of your childhood home. It was different that time, the chilling cold of loneliness never cracked at your bones and you were satisfied with your, completely wholesome.

"You...you're awake," you heard a voice say as you sat up, clutching the back of your head in pain. You were half expecting the half fish-man to greet you again but instead, you saw Seonghwa's piercing gaze looking down at you with furrowed eyebrows.

"(Y/n), don't you ever do that again," he said as he collected you in his arms and held you close.

You bit back the feeling of sadness that bubbled up in the back of your throat. You never wanted to see Seonghwa again, your elder brother who had made the recent past of your life a living hell but yet, he tried to talk you down and then was also the one to find you.

You had every reason to be grateful to an extent.

"Seonghwa, just..." you trailed off and pushed your brother off you slightly, dusting the sand that clung to every crevice of your body.

A lump of green caught your eye as you moved to lift yourself up from the sand. Clutching the small parcel like thing, you unwrapped what seemed to be seaweed to find small pieces of translucent sea glass that thrummed under the sweltering sun of the beach. Each one had a blue-ish colour and the familiar blue hue of the half fish-man's tail crept into your head. Shaking your head, you wrapped the seaweed again and tucked the small parcel into drenched clothes.  

"Let's go home, (Y/n)," Seonghwa said as he pulled you forcefully towards town.

Looking back over your shoulder one last time, you blinked as you saw a mop of platinum blond hair bop in the ocean. Just as you snatched your hand out of Seonghwa's to go closer, the ocean stilled again, leaving you with nothing but the curling waves.

"You're thinking about that human," San, one of Yeosang's brothers stated with a sigh as he settled next to Yeosang on the rock.

"No..." Yeosang trailed off and watched the fragments of sea glass drift away into the ocean current that glittered under the sunlight.

"Yes, you are," San pushed and Yeosang just sighed, ripping one of the seaweeds out of its roots and tearing it apart in frustration.

"I'm just so fascinated by (Y/n). There's something about that human that calls to me, San," he said and pouted at the fish that floated through the coral reef.

"Then go to them," San concluded with a determined tone and Yeosang just looked at his brother with narrowed eyes.

"Hongjoong would never allow that," he said and flicked the end of his tail,  losing all hope and sulking.

San sighed in frustration and grabbed Yeosang by the arm, dragging him through the ocean by his arm, inching closer to the surface.

Breaking through the water surface, San and Yeosang settled near a cluster of rocks, the wind whistling and mixing with the ocean sunlight.

Human littered the shore, some walking their dogs and others just sitting on the sand. Yeosang's eyes searched for yours but in a crowd filled with strange limbs, he never saw yours.

"(Y/n)'s not here" he sighed and dived back into the ocean, San following.

As Seonghwa dragged you through town, you found yourself cowering under the gaze of all the individuals you thought you had left behind. The stares and the whispers, isolating you from the world just as they had before.

Seonghwa didn't stop until he had reached your room and pushed you inside of it.

"You're going to stay here until I deem it safe for you to go out again. What do you think mother and father would've thought if they saw you now, huh?" He demanded and you hung your head in shame.

The sound of Seonghwa exiting the room and locking the door echoed through the drab grey walls as you sat on the single bed with white bedsheets wallowing away in your self-pity and loneliness as you had in the past.

Days passed and you found yourself teetering on the edge of insanity, with nothing but the grey walls staring back at you.

Trying your luck for the fourth time today, you banged your hand against the door as the sound of footsteps shuffled closer.

"Seonghwa...please...just please let me out. I'm going to crazy in here," you cried and banged on the door one last time before your brother's face appeared in front of you.

"(Y/n)," he sighed and pushed a plate of food into your hands before closing the door again.

Only this time, you jammed your foot in between, preventing your elder brother from closing the door.

"What-" he started but wasn't able to finish as you thrust the plate of food into his hand, shoving him aside and running towards the front door and throwing yourself to the wind.

Seonghwa watched with frustration in his eyes as you ran, barefoot through the town.

This time, he'd have to let you go, his little sister.

Yeosang yelped with peaking curiosity and a racing heart as he saw a human sitting on the same cluster of rocks he had first seen you on. Said human was bleeding from their toes, scrubbing at them with saltwater furiously.

The merman found himself thinking about you again as he inched closer, hoping it was you.

Ripples formed in the water under you, causing you to look up and squint into the distance. A familiar blue tail diving into the distance caught your attention as you hurried to your feet, diving into the ocean again, trying your best to follow the tail.

The gashes on your feet stung with the salt being rubbed in the wounds but you wanted to catch the blue tail. Your lungs burned, the lack of oxygen reaching your head, making you dizzy.

Before you knew it, a hand reached to grab your ankle, pulling you close and into their chest. You opened your eyes, eyeball stinging as you saw Yeosang in front of you, his platinum blond hair sticking up in the water.

You opened your mouth in shock, a rush of bubbles leaving your mouth as Yeosang drew you close and pressed his lips to yours.

There was a sense of urgency in the kiss, desperation that you had never felt as he moulded his lips against yours, air entering your system, flooding it to life.

You pushed yourself away from him, feet kicking as you tried to reach the surface, clawing at our throat to rid the closing feeling.

Yeosang rubbed at your arms in an indication to calm down.

"(Y/n), just calm down and take deep breaths," he said and but you shook your head and continued to struggle, pulling away from him with thrashing arms.

He was trying to kill you.

"Just please, let me go. I'll find a way to go back to the island you had held me on, I don't want to die like this," you said and breathed in only for Yeosang to chuckle and stroke your cheek.

He found you so impossibly endearing that his brother's words felt like some sort of blur in his mind.

"You can breathe fine," he said and let you go, only for you to freeze up and take another breath just to make sure you weren't dreaming.

Your throat opened up and found yourself taking deeper inhales just to put Yeosang's theory to test.

"Holy shit," you whispered as you stared at the blue-tailed boy in front of you.

"How did you...what did you?" Your lack of words made Yeosang smile as he swam towards you slowly, pulling you by the arm and leading you deeper into the water,

The water shimmered under the sunlight that reached the surface as the bottom morphed into an inky blue. Fish of different colours swam by you as they tickled your skin, giggles escaping you at the sensation.

Yeosang stayed quiet as he watched you marvel at everything his world could offer.

If only he was a human or you were a mermaid, maybe he would have an actual chance at winning your heart. This thought made Yeosang frown as his heart dropped to his stomach. His sensitive scales bristled against the water due to his sudden mood change and you felt the water around you get colder.

"Are you okay, fish-man?" You asked and drew your eyebrows in with concern.

Yeosang shook his head and scoffed lightly, trying his best to change his mood and divert your attention to another topic.

"My name isn't fish-man. It's Yeosang, I've already mentioned it to you before."

There was a tone of annoyance in his voice and you couldn't help but give him a playful smile which he happily returned.

Swimming further, Yeosang led you back to the small island where you had first woken up.

Hosting yourself up onto the rocks, you looked around at the drab atmosphere and inhaled, feeling good to have some oxygen in you.

"Isn't there any vegetation here?" You asked and Yeosang just tilted his head in confusion.

"This is the only part that's connected to the water. You can try and find a way out but I won't be able to help you," he said and brought the tip of his fins out of the tail, flicking some water at you.

"Oh, alright," you said, slightly disheartened at the reminder that Yeosang wasn't human like you.

Yeosang must have seen the drop of your expression as he quickly swam up to you and hoisted himself up so that he was at the same level as you.

"You'll never be alone, though," he said and pushed some of your wet hair out of your face.

"You're still a stranger to me," you whispered back and he smiled.

"You're not one to me and I'll try my best to not be one to you either. Although now that I've saved your life twice, I would say we're past the stranger phase."

You gave a dry laugh and squeezed some of the water out of your clothes causing the seaweed wrapped sea glass fragments to fall out.

You reached up to tuck it back into your clothes when Yeosang's hand grabbed it first.

"You...you found this?" He asked and you nodded, slightly scared he was going to accuse you fo stealing something precious.

"What is it?" You asked, voice pitchy as you tried to hide your growing panic.

"My tears," he said and you found all panic fade as sadness replaced it instead.

Silence lingered in the air as you stared at the translucent blue glass pieces.

"I'm sorry," you whispered and he just shook his head.

"It's alright, I left them with you for a reason. I just didn't think you would find them, let alone keep them," he finished and pushed himself back into the water.

"They're very tragically beautiful," you said and laid them out in front of you. They had faded in colour a little but they still no doubt resembled Yeosang's blue tail.

"My brothers just don't understand my fondness for you," he sighed and pushed himself below the water before raising his eyes to meet you again.

You pushed your legs forward, just enough to dip your toes into the water.

Yeosang swam around in circles before stopping in front of you.

"Hey, (Y/n)," he said and cocked his head like a little puppy asking for a treat.

You hummed in response, completely ignoring the fact that he knew your name even though you never told him.

"Who's that human that always makes you sad? He was there when I saw you jump from the cliff."

The question made you stiffen and stare at your toes as they dipped in and out of the water.

"His name's Seonghwa...he's my elder brother," you said and Yeosang just nodded, oddly watching your legs.

"I don't like him," he concluded like a small child and you laughed, tilting your head back and Yeosang swore it was the prettiest sound that had ever graced his ears.

"I don't either," you said and rested your chin on your folded elbows that were rested on top of your knees.

"I can sacrifice him to the sirens, if you want," Yeosang suggested and you laughed again.

"That's so romantic," you said and smiled at the way Yeosang's face lit up.

"Anything for you," he said and your heart soared at the declaration. This half fish-man wore his heart on his sleeve and it seemed as if it was for you.

"Thank you, that'd be nice."

Silence once again engulfed the atmosphere as you watched Yeosang play with the water. It was comforting to hear the water drip from the jagged edges of the rock.

"Hey, (Y/n)," he asked once again and you raised your head.

"Yeah?"

"What are those strange things attached to your lower body?" He asked with a certain childlike innocence that made you want to coo and stroke his hair.

"You mean..." you sniggered and pulled your legs closer.

"My legs?" Your lips curled up into a smile as you broke out into the heartiest laughter that ever racked your body.

"Oh, they're called legs. What about those small fingers?" He said and touched one of your toes, swimming back slightly when you wiggled them in his face.

"They're called toes," you said and watched in inhumane curiosity as Yeosang inspected them, only to bring his face close and sniff them.

"What are you- no! You're not supposed to put them in your mouth! Yeosang, stop!"

The waves crashed onto the shore as you peeked down at the sea with a smile on your face.

The sun was bright above your head as the cool wind blew through your hair, making you close your eyes and reminisce in the feeling.

"(Y/n)," you heard a voice call and you giggled at the smooth tone of the voice that was calling your name.

"Are you ready?" Yeosang called and you smiled, crossing your arms over your chest and jumping into the water below, squealing due to the pure delight.

Landing in the water with a gush of bubbles, Yeosang wrapped you in his arms, pulling you close for a kiss as he gifted you with the ability to breathe underwater.

"Let's go," he said and you nodded, letting yourself be pulled by Yeosang as you watched his blue scales twinkle in the ocean and his tail flicker seamlessly along with the current.

You were finally free.

[whattodowithkpop]

ATEEZ Masterlist

                               Scenarios

* When You Want A Puppy [Lio]

fluff

                      Hongjoong

* Hiding [Lio]

fluff

                        Jongho

* Budding Relationship [Ju & Lio]

fluff | flowershop au

* Puppy Kisses [Lio]

fluff

* Tiny Whispers [Lio]

fluff | dad!ateez

* Wearing My Shirt [Ju]

spice | husband!ateez

                  Mingi

* Numb [Lio]

fluff

* Wait, Don’t Pull Away, Not Yet [Lio]

fluff

* What is Personal Space? [Lio]

fluff

                            San

* Bank Heist Part I [Ju]

spice | thief au

* Bank Heist Part II [Ju]

spice | thief au

* Don’t Pull Away [Ju] 

slight spice

* No, Not the Panties [Lio]

humor | spicy

                      Seonghwa

* Cold [Lio]

fluff

* I Look Forward To Holding You Close In Bed Soon [Lio]

humor

* Like A Ticking Clock [Ju]

fluff | slight angst | soulmate au

* My Love And The Sea [Ju]

angst | mentions of death | siren au

                   Wooyoung

* Do You Want Me To Kiss It Better? [Lio]

spice | fluff

* Say It [Lio]

fluff | slight spice | song fic

                   Yeosang

* Kisses Like Medicine [Ju]

fluff

* You don’t need to leave so soon [Lio]

fluff

                      Yunho

* Bad Days [Ju]

fluff | slight angst

* No, Like... It’s Just... I I Cant’ Believe You’re Actually Wearing My Clothes [Lio]

fluff

* Not The Panties [Ju]

humor | fluff | slight spice

* Thunder and Lightning [Lio]

fluff

* Shirtless Cuddles [Ju]

fluff

* When The Sweater Paws Come Off [Lio]

fluff | spice

MAIN MASTERLIST

[zenyye]

I just read through about every ateez fanfic I know of so if anyone has recs help a shistar out 😔

[atinytokki]

𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐨 𝐀𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

Chapter 11: Call to Action

The sun was a few hours off from sinking, and reflected brightly off the water when Eden glanced outside to starboard.

Maddox hadn’t spoken to him aside from the bare minimum needed for orders in the past few days.

Eden knew he was processing everything as well as he could— reuniting the crew, Hongjoong being alive, supernatural occurrences— but still he sought him out when he felt the air had grown too tense and gave his quartermaster an outlet to take things out on.

“The wind is with us today,” he remarked casually, sneaking up on Maddox where he stood at the railing and watched the ship’s wake flow continuously alongside them.

“A good sign,” Maddox agreed, eyes still fixed below. When one too many moments of silence passed by, he finally turned to look at his captain. “Did you come to give orders?”

Eden shook his head and let Maddox slowly realise he had come just to talk.

“Strange, isn’t it?” The quartermaster finally said, restless. “Look at us. In our prime and sidelined from the fight for our existence.”

“It feels familiar,” Eden acknowledged. “I don’t like it.”

After all, he had been useless on the Mystic’s island for months, and self-isolated in the east for even longer. It was time for that to change.

“This isn’t like it was back then,” Maddox sighed, searching his face before explaining. “The pirate islands are more than unified, they’re fervently preparing for battle. Sure, they rallied around you before. But this…”

“Hongjoong renewed that hope?” Eden finished for him, no hesitation colouring his voice. He knew what his former apprentice was capable of.

Maddox nodded and a fond smile was on his face. “They’ll be singing anthems for him. His whole crew, really. They’re survivors, all of them.”

Eden had only met them for a short time what felt like ages ago now, but they had the same drive that connected them even then. It made sense that they had found each other.

Sometimes, when he thought of Hongjoong he thought of the orphan on the beach, a hollowed out husk who had thought there was nothing left for him in life.

It was hard to imagine a person he’d seen grow firsthand becoming a symbol practically overnight.

“I’m sorry I didn’t let the world know he was alive sooner,” Eden confessed, slowly and heavily as the implications washed over him. “We need to find him.”

“No,” Maddox cut him off, and it stunned him for a moment, but he let the quartermaster go on. “His crew needs to find him. They will settle for nothing less. I’ve felt their pain and, at the same time, it surpasses me. They have a connection so deep I can hardly understand it, Eden. One closer and stronger than ours.”

The captain wanted to protest, but he knew Maddox was right. “We split up because we didn’t feel like a crew anymore,” he tried to explain for his quartermaster. “With Hongjoong gone, I thought I had failed. And even when I heard news of a Pirate King… I realised that you were right all along. By taking him under my wing, I both saved him and ruined him.”

Everyone had known the Dread Pirate had been in a dark place ever since the fire ship ambush, but Maddox had missed his final abandonment of the Stardust crew when he was imprisoned on that island by the Navy.

“I knew you were alive, thanks to Youngsaeng’s letters,” Maddox recounted, cold eyes accusing him. “But I was left behind, Eden. I don’t like being left behind.”

The truth was trickling out bit by bit, like sand grains poured out of a bottle.

“I want it to be like it used to,” he continued, gaze on the western horizon where the sun was nearing the water. “When we had Hongjoong with us.”

Eden had felt the same way when he encountered the ATEEZ. Hongjoong wasn’t a boy anymore, but it had been strange to be under his authority instead of the reverse. He’d been through so much, more than he had the last time Eden saw him, and every moment of loneliness, every scar sustained between those meetings had a profound impact on who he was now.

Eden knew he needed to speak with him again, whether Hongjoong wanted him or not.

“He has his own crew now,” he reminded Maddox. “I don’t like being left behind either, but we can still be there for him. Just maybe from the sidelines this time.”

He would make it up to him. He would make it up to his whole crew on the ATEEZ, as well as his own. His absence had brought them about, it was only right that he respond to their bravery the way that dozens of captains had decided to on Geobugi; by being present.

As if in answer, the shrill call of a hawk approaching from the southeast reached their ears.

“A messenger bird!” Youngsaeng called, collecting the hawk when it swooped toward him in the rigging and landed gently on his arm.

It carried a message from the ATEEZ, and Eden hurried to read it.

Quickly skimming the page, he interpreted the coded instructions and turned to report them to his crew.

“They’ve run into trouble,” he said simply. The nature of that trouble was unclear, but they had made a promise and it was time to keep it.

“Change our course, we’re going to Ama.”

___

“So how do we get to Ama, exactly?”

Yunho kept protective arms over the charts as he sat in the longboat, bobbing gently up and down with the waves as they worked along side the hull of the ATEEZ.

He motioned to the map in response to Jongho’s question and replied, “I’m hoping this will tell me, given all the trouble we went through to get it.”

“Pass me three gripfast nails,” Seonghwa interrupted, holding out a hand expectantly and keeping the other one in place where he’d positioned a plank to take the place of a damaged one.

Mingi’s sailing in the currents had done a number on their hull.

“Which ones are those?” Jongho asked, flustered, as he pawed through the piles of  supplies they’d brought in the boat with them.

“No, use ringshanks! They’ll hold better!” San called down from the main deck, where he was walking around the ship with Mingi, trying to readjust his leg to the motion.

“Why don’t you come down here and do it yourself, then?” Seonghwa whined, loud enough to be heard on the deck but not really expecting a response.

“I happen to be occupied at the moment!” San shot back before his head disappeared and he resumed his stroll with Mingi.

“I don’t know what a ringshank is either,” Jongho deadpanned, moving out of the way when Seonghwa simply reached over and grabbed the nail San had suggested.

“Does anyone have the slightest idea how to set a course for such a tiny island without missing it?” Yunho sighed as he looked up at his two longboat companions, both of them blank-faced.

It seemed everyone was trying to do everyone else’s job, and all their hands were full.

Not for the first time, Yunho wished they had their missing members. He would have to apply himself in order to get the ATEEZ to its destination, and hopefully find them soon enough.

“No, but Mingi might,” Jongho pointed out. “Didn’t he do some navigation work with Hongjoong before Yeosang came on?”

“Mingi needs to heal, let him rest,” Seonghwa scolded quietly from where he drilled boards into place methodically, focused on his work even as he listened to the conversation around him. “I can take a look if I must. Yeosang showed me his charts a few times.”

Desperate for help of any kind, and always at ease when Seonghwa was guiding him, whether it was his area of expertise or not, Yunho gladly scooted over on the bench and braced for the boat to rock as his hyung stood from the bow and moved to where he held maps.

“Patch this up, will you?” Seonghwa requested, handing Jongho the hammer and nails as he passed him.

“Right,” Jongho smacked his lips before turning to the hull and trying to figure out how best to  continue fastening the planks on effectively.

“I believe this is where we are,” Yunho updated the boatswain quickly, pointing to the surrounding atoll and then to the plot on the map. “In terms of time, that’s two days off or thereabouts from Ama. But any  deviation even a point to one direction could send us wildly off course, even with the stars to follow.”

He pulled the star map out next, letting Seonghwa take a good look and shifting it to the side when he nodded.

“It’s a bit more difficult to correctly aim for such a small place on the map when all we’ve had to do thus far is head due south.”

“How did you manage to get from the mystic’s island to Namhae?” Seonghwa asked, setting the charts side by side.

“We argued about it,” Yunho summarised with a snort. “And then we prayed and hung on while the storm blowed us towards the island. It’s like Hongjoong always says—”

Seonghwa swallowed and looked away.

“Well, said ,” Yunho corrected. “Sometimes the ocean wants us to get somewhere, and sometimes it doesn’t.”

“And when San left the inn at Namhae without any charts, stole a boat, and escaped the Navy?” Seonghwa pointed out. “How did he manage that?”

“He kept the coast in view the whole time,” Jongho supplied as he drove a nail into the plank with relative ease in one powerful stroke. “And he sailed too far south, in fact. Right into Haemin territory.”

“Do I hear someone slandering me down there?” San’s voice called, and again he poked his head over the rail and looked down at them, Mingi mirroring him.

Seonghwa changed the topic quickly as soon as he saw the quartermaster.

“Oh, Mingi! You’re good at arithmetic,” he pointed out, standing with the charts and tucking them under his arm so he could climb up to the deck. “Would you mind helping with some calculations? Otherwise we might end up missing the island entirely.”

Yunho watched him go, relieved, and then simply sat back and folded his arms. The burden of navigation was off his shoulders for now.

The call of a seabird disturbed his peace when he let his eyes drift shut as the boat rocked gently.

It landed on the water some distance away and Yunho watched it dive below the waves and come back up swiftly, something in its beak.

“There’s a school of fish over there,” he remarked dully to a distracted Jongho, still pounding away at the hull of the ATEEZ.

Yunho’s suspicions were confirmed when another pair of birds dived in and caught fish for themselves. The flock was growing and Yunho continued to watch with mild interest as the ecosystem of this particular lagoon was on display.

“Bad news,” said Jongho succinctly after sticking his head underwater to check the lower damage. “There’s a cut below the waterline. It may be leaking into the crew compartment, I don’t know.”

“I think they would’ve come complaining if it was,” Yunho snorted. “Hongjoong’s failsafe layer must’ve worked.”

Just like Seonghwa, Jongho pursed his lips and avoided Yunho’s gaze at the mention of their captain.

Yunho had no chance to insist to them both that it was fine to mention Hongjoong’s name, that acting like he never existed was only serving to hurt them all more. Jongho charged ahead and started explaining, “We can fother a sail over it, which may or may not work and will certainly take up time. Or I can swim down and patch it up myself, which, considering the fact that I can breathe underwater, wouldn’t waste resources and wouldn’t be too difficult.”

Yunho sighed through his nose at Jongho’s textbook method of deflecting his emotions with rational observation, the way he always did, but considered the idea nonetheless.

The flock of birds attacking unseen fish had increased in size and the entire cluster was floating their direction.

“Seonghwa won’t approve,” came the obvious objection. “It’s turned into a full-blown feeding frenzy over there. There might be sharks.”

“What he doesn’t know won’t hurt him,” Jongho smirked, and the smile was such a brief flash of the mischievous boy Yunho remembered from before that he couldn’t bring himself to protest further.

Yunho just wanted to see him happy again.

If they weren’t being attacked with sea creatures and enemies, they were tearing themselves apart on the inside.

“Alright, be careful,” Yunho gave his permission officially, knowing Jongho didn’t need it and might have gone ahead regardless.

Without another word, Jongho pocketed a fistful of nails and dived below the waves, board in hand.

Now Yunho was alone to watch anxiously from the boat and wait for the job to be done. The flock of gulls was steadily advancing on their longboat’s position, and he could now see the dark mass under the waves, undoubtedly a school of fish being picked off one by one.

“Jongho, hurry,” he muttered, knowing the master-at-arms wouldn’t respond anyway.

Yunho was leaning over the edge of the boat to see, tipping it accidentally and then jerking back to avoid falling in, and his straw hat fell off and disappeared below the waves. Unfortunately, unlike Jongho, Yunho did not have the supernatural ability to breathe underwater.

A moment later, the hat shot up from the water and was tossed toward the longboat. Yunho caught it and turned to see Jongho surface and climb into the boat again, rocking it a bit too much for comfort.

“Are you alright?” Yunho asked quickly, checking for any sign of injury, whether a breathing issue, collision with the boat, or animal attack.

“Fine,” Jongho waved off his helping hand. “You’re starting to sound like Seonghwa.”

“You know he’ll blame himself if anything happens to us,” reminded Yunho gently as he packed the supplies away. “Clearly he hasn’t stopped shouldering responsibility for everything since Hongjoong—”

“I see what you mean,” Jongho confirmed with a subtle nod, hearing Seonghwa approach and look down at them from the deck.

“We have our heading,” the boatswain informed them. “Are the repairs finished?”

“Yes,” Yunho called back. “But I don’t think we want to stick around and explore the lagoon.”

When Seonghwa tilted his head, not knowing what he referred to, Yunho pointed out at the flock until Seonghwa took note of the feeding frenzy.

“I’d rather not be lowered a few pegs on the food chain,” he quipped to keep the boatswain from panicking.

“Right,” said Seonghwa curtly before turning to the crewmen presumably on the deck behind him. “Haul them in.”

As they secured the ropes to the longboat and allowed themselves to be pulled up and swung over the rail, Yunho and Jongho gave each other a meaningful look.

Anxiety and dogged pursuit were taking over, and it wouldn’t be long before things reached a breaking point.

“Were there rocks visible near the lagoon entrance?” Seonghwa asked as he helped them out of the boat.

“Not that I saw,” Jongho answered, not divulging the fact that he’d gotten a look from underwater as well as above.

“Let’s leave tomorrow at high water then,” Seonghwa suggested, eyes on the horizon. “Just in case.”

___

It was deathly quiet.

Neither the calling of birdsong nor the crashing of waves reached Hongjoong’s ears as he lay in the sand, hot sun scorching his closed eyes.

He kept them screwed shut as fragments returned to him, pieces of the events that had led to his waking here, somewhere eerily silent.

And still, this was too familiar.

It had been three times now. Three times that he washed ashore, having lost everything.

Once on his side with a bleeding head, the morning after his parents had drowned in the typhoon. A second time on his face, the afternoon after the Stardust had been sunk with the navy’s fire ships.

From the sound of things, Hongjoong had washed up again on yet another deserted beach, but not deserted by choice.

His memory began to return as a few fingers twitched to feel the ground beneath him. This time he was on his back.

It had been the wave.

Such a sudden force of nature had required his full attention and teamwork from the soldiers.

As his thoughts turned to Wooyoung and Yeosang, Hongjoong’s eyes wrenched open.

The sky was still that blinding blue, though a pair of hazy clouds stretched across it. No trees filled in the edges of his peripheral vision.

He wasn’t on the deck of the Black Crow, which meant he had been washed away from it and somehow survived.

If Yeosang and Wooyoung were trapped below—

No.

No, they couldn’t be…

History would not repeat itself a third time.

Throat dry and strained, he tried calling out their names.

It took a few tries, but rolling over onto his knees, Hongjoong pushed himself into a kneeling position and glanced around to catch sight of them.

There was nothing, no one. Complete and utter destruction, as far inland as the jungle that stretched through the middle of the island.

Hongjoong’s jaw dropped as he took stock of it; structures toppled, boats washed inland, trees bent sideways, and the silence—

The silence was deafening.

As long as he looked for it, he found no sign of human life other than his own heartbeat pounding in his ears.

Underneath him was grainy dirt, not sand, and it was with growing dread that Hongjoong realised he hadn’t even washed up on the beach.

There was no beach.

Finally staggering to his feet, Hongjoong turned towards the jungle, hoping the Black Crow was hidden there amongst the trees— the only trees still standing within a mile radius.

Anything else was either flattened, or under the surge of ocean water that no doubt would begin to recede in the coming hours.

Pushing through the pain of straining an already exhausted body, Hongjoong searched under every boat wreckage he found, so many of them smashed to bits that any of them could be part of the Crow without his realising it.

More than a few lifeless faces stared back at him when he uncovered their dead bodies, quickly moving on while pushing away the thought that Yeosang or Wooyoung could be next.

The ocean dare not take anyone else from him.

With growing frustration, Hongjoong ripped a cabin door off its hinges and peeked inside, finally discovering the bodies of their Haemin captors. It seemed they’d had the same idea to put to sea in another boat, only setting out much too late and being caught in the second surge.

He tossed the door to the side and moved on.

Past the first few trees, a coughing sound caught his attention.

He wasn’t alone.

“Hello?” He called back, willing his legs to carry him up the hill before they gave out. “Who’s there?”

Though they didn’t seem to hear him, the person coughed again and, rounding a corner, Hongjoong finally found the source of the voice.

“Wooyoung!”

There he was laying in the dirt on his side, racked by a cough that looked painful, jostling his healing ribs.

The gunner gasped in surprise at Hongjoong running up and hugging him, partially from the suddenness of the affection and partially from relief.

After a moment, he lifted his arms to return the hug before asking in a gravelly croak, “Where’s Yeosang?”

Hongjoong shot back and searched Wooyoung’s face before admitting, “I haven’t found him yet. You were together, right?”

Wooyoung nodded and painfully sat up. “We tried to escape the flooded decks, but water rushed in through the hatch and we… we must’ve floated out at some point…”

Resisting the urge to bite his lip anxiously, Hongjoong swept his eyes over the surrounding area. “We need to find him. Can you walk?”

“I think so,” Wooyoung answered, clearing his throat and accepting his captain’s hand before being helped to his feet. “He was ahead of me, so the water must have pulled him out first. He should be back on the beach.”

“The beach is underwater,” Hongjoong reported gravely, starting back in the direction of the sea nonetheless. “Maybe he… maybe I missed him when I was looking in the debris.”

Wooyoung saw his uncertainty and his eyes welled up, lower lip beginning to wobble at the prospect that he’d lost Yeosang after all.

“No, Wooyoung, look at me,” Hongjoong drew his attention, placing firm hands on his shoulders before he could crumple to the ground. “We’ll find him. Whatever it takes.”

Throughout the following hour there were more than a few scares as others called out for help, the number of conscious survivors slowly growing but only by a few.

The black water of the surge began to recede, and took with it both bodies and wreckage. Hongjoong and Wooyoung needed to pick up the pace.

Wooyoung refused to split up, searching the debris himself but always within view of Hongjoong, afraid that anything could separate them again.

A strangled gasp from his direction sent Hongjoong returning to his side to see what he’d found. There was a smear of blood across a destroyed plank, connected to a trail that led down the beach.

“It’s fresh,” Hongjoong confirmed. Already of the same mind without needing to discuss their plan of action, the two set off to follow it, fighting down the dread of what they might find at the other end.

The owner of the blood had been moving down the shoreline this direction, but the trail began to run cold as spots on the sand grew infrequent.

Just as he was about to assure Wooyoung that this was a positive development, that it meant the person had gotten the bleeding under control, Hongjoong rounded the corner and nearly tripped over Yeosang.

“Yeosang!”

He and Wooyoung exclaimed in unison, reaching down to lift their navigator off the  ground where he appeared to have fallen and checking him for injury.

A large gash ran down his forehead, his own hand pressed there to stop the flow of blood, and there was a dazed look in his eye.

“You’re alive!” Yeosang choked out, standing to greet them, albeit unsteadily.

“We’re all alive!” Wooyoung gasped in excitement, the sheer joy on his face standing out in contrast with their bleak surroundings.

“We’re alive!” Hongjoong repeated aloud, suddenly giddy at the near miraculous outcome of such an experience. “I’ve no idea how, but—”

“We’re all alive, and we’re together…” Yeosang pointed out, taking each of their hands in his and holding on tight.

The tears in his eyes welled up and spilled over, catching on like they were contagious, so the three of them stood there laughing hysterically all while crying harder than they’d allowed themselves to in months.

“The ocean lost this one!” Hongjoong snickered, detaching himself to run to the waterline and give the shallows a weak kick. “Take that!”

Following after him, Yeosang and Wooyoung each gave the sea a punishing slap, quickly turning their frivolity into a game of splashing each other.

Until Yeosang stumbled and needed to be led back to solid ground, all three engaged in a bout of lighthearted tomfoolery, not caring that the moment was approaching when they’d have to grapple with the future and simply being drunk on their own survival for a moment.

“I didn’t see the second wave coming,” Hongjoong admitted in a daze as soon as silence had fallen.

“No one did, captain,” Wooyoung tried to console him, unable to keep from laughing at the absurdity of it all. “It was behind the first wave.”

Yeosang chuckled and opened his mouth to add something, but found himself blinking blood out of his eyes again and stopped.

“Your head…” Wooyoung remembered, sitting beside the navigator to get a better look at it. “We ought to do something about it.”

“Perhaps there are supplies somewhere, or something laying around that we can use to bandage you…” Hongjoong trailed off, looking around the immediate area and finding little of use.

“It doesn’t hurt too badly,” the navigator tried to reassure them, but both Hongjoong and Wooyoung had been imprisoned with him in Namhae. They knew this was a reopening of the old head wound he had sustained in the torture there, and that much more dangerous as a result.

There was a sharp intake of breath from Hongjoong, and when Wooyoung glanced over he saw blood coating his hand. Not Yeosang’s blood.

“What—?”

Cutting himself off, Wooyoung watched Hongjoong open his jacket and reach a hand inside only to find more blood.

His wound from the execution had reopened.

With only the slightest expression of annoyance, the captain dropped to the sand next to Yeosang and heaved a sigh.

Wooyoung looked more nervous now, and pressed his fingers together anxiously.

They weren’t broken anymore, but thinking of the days in that cold prison cell brought back the phantom feeling. Pain and loneliness.

He was running a mantra through his head; they won’t leave me, we’re going to be alright.

Hongjoong put a hand on his shoulder.

“Let’s just… rest for a moment.”

___

“Seonghwa!”

One voice broke through the fog of panic that had descended on his brain. Hongjoong’s voice.

“Here.”

A hand reached out towards him, and finally Seonghwa turned from the ledge of crumbling floor tile he was clinging to and tried to reach back.

“You’re too far away,” he muttered, trying to keep the shaking of his voice to a minimum. Any moment now, he’d lose his grip, and Hongjoong was too far away.

Dark, cold eyes landed on him. Somewhere in the back of his mind, Seonghwa knew he’d only dredged up a memory, but he waited patiently nonetheless, fingers brushing Hongjoong’s as he climbed lower and strained to reach him.

Distantly, he registered the scene playing out; others below yelling at them to stop, Hongjoong instructing Seonghwa to jump.

Grunting with effort, he released the wall and pushed off, flying for a moment as freely as he had that first day he set foot on the ATEEZ, before Hongjoong’s hand found his and he was snatched from the jaws of death just in time.

Hongjoong cried out as he caught him, the sudden pressure on his arm reopening the gunshot wound in his shoulder.

“What— you were shot,” Seonghwa heard himself say aloud while he tried to stop from swinging back and forth.

He was slipping on Hongjoong’s blood again, falling through his fingers no matter how hard the other tried to pull him up.

“Don’t let go,” Seonghwa cried, a different plea than he had made in the moment. Any rational thought was now banished at the sight of sticky, trailing blood, primal fear invading his senses as he felt himself slip again.

The blood won out in the end, and Hongjoong lost his grip, but this time they didn’t swim through murky water and crawl their way out to the sunlight.

Falling through the abyss while the scream was snatched from his lungs, Seonghwa snapped awake and stumbled out of bed.

His hammock swung gently in the dark from the momentum and the boatswain tightened his grip on it to calm his breathing.

The floorboards were cold and a glance outside the stained glass windows at the night sky explained why. It was snowing.

A sharp gasp from the bed on the other side of the cabin distracted him, and Seonghwa found his feet moving of his own accord, going to see who had made the noise.

There was Hongjoong, muttering in his sleep as he thrashed around in a nightmare of his own.

Knowing by now that there was nothing he could do until his captain awoke, Seonghwa silently padded to the galley and began preparing the tea.

Ever since Jongho had joined with his tempestuous dreams and disturbing prophecies, the infirmary had sleeping draught in stock to coax him back from the edge of nightmares, although now the stores were dwindling as they ambled north to rid him of his curse.

Admonishing himself for spending everything on hearty foods and warm furs for the arctic instead of buying more ingredients in Geobugi, Seonghwa returned to the cabin with a steaming cup of tea, sleeping draught mixed into the chamomile.

Sitting on the edge of the bed and watching Hongjoong finally jolt awake, a realisation began growing in the back of Seonghwa’s mind that he was, in fact, still dreaming.

He refused to admit it to himself, and placed the teacup in Hongjoong’s hands as he sat up and froze in surprise.

“What… what’s this?”

“I made myself some tea,” Seonghwa lied offhandedly. “Didn’t feel like finishing it. You can have the rest.”

Too frightened to express any concern verbally, he sat there until the cup was drained, taking it from Hongjoong’s hands before he dropped it and guiding the captain’s head to rest on his shoulder when it was clear the draught had begun taking effect.

“That’s not just tea,” Hongjoong mumbled while he fought the pull of sleep. “It’s the medicine, Jongho’s medicine, isn’t it? We’re almost out of it and he’ll forget you next, you shouldn’t have…”

Seonghwa shushed him and pulled the blanket up again. Hongjoong wouldn’t remember it in the morning, and even if he did, he couldn’t stay angry for long.

A chill swept through the curtains and despite Seonghwa’s efforts to warm them both up, the body beside him was growing increasingly cold.

He could feel himself waking up, and again he refused.

The room was becoming hazy, the dream bleeding away into waking life but Seonghwa held on, tears filling his eyes in distress.

“How many times will I have to lose you?” He whispered hoarsely, knuckles white as he clung on to the fabric of the blanket, to the feeling of his dream. There was a pounding noise somewhere outside that slowly registered as knocking.

Hongjoong tilted his head, shifting it from Seonghwa’s shoulder in confusion. He was only a figment of his imagination who didn’t know he was disappearing even now.

“You could never lose me.”

The tears spilled over and Seonghwa was suddenly afraid he would die again right then and there, that perhaps it was the tea that poisoned him, Seonghwa who had killed him—

“Don’t… don’t close your eyes,” he begged, voice raw with pain that had been buried for months. “You have to live, I can’t take care of them on my own!”

Hongjoong shook his head and chuckled at him, as if amused that Seonghwa would ever think he needed to take care of the crew by himself.

This ghost from the past had no idea what he’d done to them in the present, not even when the knocking grew and Jongho’s voice sounded from the door.

“Hyung?”

“No!” Seonghwa protested angry now. “No, I can’t do this! Please!”

“Hyung!”

He opened his eyes and Jongho was shaking him.

“There you are,” the younger boy sighed when he finally met his gaze. “Are you alright? You were screaming.”

It was night still, and Seonghwa was drenched in sweat and tears, slowly sitting up to console Jongho that things were fine.

“Just a nightmare.”

Still hardly able to breathe, he shifted the focus off of himself with a question, “What are you doing up at this hour?”

No one else was in the captain’s cabin, with Mingi confined to the infirmary at night on the doctor’s orders.

“It was my watch,” Jongho answered simply, slowly as if he were speaking to a child. “Yours is next, that’s why I’m here.”

Usually Seonghwa would scold him for his sass, but tonight he said nothing and walked away, throwing on a robe and stepping outside the cabin.

That was the signal to Jongho that something was wrong.

“It was a bad dream, wasn’t it?”

He followed the boatswain belowdecks to the galley where he began making tea out of habit, treading carefully with his words.

“Not particularly,” Seonghwa answered, but his heart wasn’t in the response, regardless of the fact that it was technically true.

He’d had worse nightmares since that day.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

Pausing where he hung the kettle over the fire, Seonghwa considered it but decided against. All the guilt and anguish accumulated since the execution were neatly packed away to deal with on his own, and the fact that they burst through the seams in his sleep didn’t mean he was losing his grip on his emotions.

“Is everything alright?” Jongho asked again, quieter this time, when Seonghwa neglected to answer the first question. He seated himself at the table and folded his hands patiently, ready to listen.

“Things are fine,” Seonghwa brushed it off, pouring hot water into his cup as soon as it was ready and listing all the reasons when it became apparent Jongho wouldn’t accept his answer. “Repairs are underway, everyone’s injuries are healing, the messenger bird has been sent to the Stardust, and soon we’ll be meeting them at Ama.”

Outwardly, things were actually improving for once and no trouble had found them in their secluded lagoon.

Inwardly, it was a different story.

Seonghwa felt lonely. There was a chasm in his heart and it ached terribly.

“You don’t have to hold everything together you know,” Jongho pointed out with a gentle hum, already more aware of the real issue than he should be.

“I couldn’t if I wanted to,” Seonghwa scoffed, still trying to divert the younger’s attention. “The ship breaks apart at the drop of a hat. It’s like she’s… unhappy.”

“You know that’s not what I mean,” Jongho cut him off, firmness in his gaze even while his tone remained soft. “What’s been going on with you?”

Finally dropping into a chair and downing half of his tea in one swig, Seonghwa accepted the inevitable. There was no getting out of this conversation. Jongho was too observant.

“It’s the dreams, Jongho,” he sighed heavily. “They’re not like the ones you used to have, they-they don’t come true. Sometimes, I wish they did. Just so I could speak with him again.”

Shaking his head with frustration at himself, Seonghwa hid the tears springing to his eyes behind another gulp of his drink.

“That’s not a burden you need on top of so many others, hyung,” Jongho argued, persistent in his attempts to make eye contact with the increasingly agitated Seonghwa.

Hot blooded anger coursed through his veins, bitterness at Hongjoong for abandoning him like Mother had years ago. Like it seemed everyone always did, even when he promised himself not to get attached.

This was why he never settled down. This was why he held everyone at arm’s distance now.

“Can anything be heavier than the burden I already bear?” He ground out hoarsely, finally looking up and into Jongho’s deep brown eyes, terrifying him deeply. “I was there that day Jongho. I was there and I let him die, alone.”

Jongho couldn’t keep his eyes from watering at this admission, and needed a moment to turn away and breathe deeply before scooting his chair closer to pull Seonghwa into his arms.

Ever since he’d joined the crew, he wasn’t one for initiating physical affection, but slowly his walls had been broken down as he’d received more and more, especially from Seonghwa. There was nothing else for Jongho to do now, except to hold him tightly in return and fight to keep the tears out of his voice.

“You’ve been so strong,” he whispered. “So strong, hyung.”

A sob was caught in Seonghwa’s throat as he clung on, suddenly feeling very small again.

“But I failed.”

“No one believes that,” Jongho insisted. “Please listen to me; this wasn’t your fault. Guilt will consume you like it consumed me when I thought I had killed Wooyoung and Yeosang, and I can’t bear to see it. You don’t deserve this pain.”

At this Seonghwa cried, finally releasing the emotions he’d fought so hard to keep from showing around the others. There was still the smallest worry in his mind that Jongho would think less of him for letting it out, but the younger boy simply rubbed his back and muttered quiet assurances.

“You don’t need to pretend for our sakes, I mean that,” Jongho’s voice broke through gently.

“It’s been so long,” Seonghwa hiccupped, blinking red-rimmed eyes as he looked up at Jongho. “Why can’t I move on?”

“I don’t think any of us have moved on,” came the response, honest and raw even though it appeared in a lost whisper. “We’re doing our best. Please, say you’ll be here, together with us.”

Jongho needed him. All the officers did. They were traumatised, each of them, and Seonghwa wouldn’t leave them alone to the darkness of their minds. There was no chance of overcoming those feelings by themselves.

And so he nodded, and wiped Jongho’s budding tears for him before the favour was returned.

“He visits you in your dreams, doesn’t he?” The younger boy asked, a knowing lilt to his voice.

Seonghwa nodded. A shadow at least, often only the image of him, sometimes haunting and sometimes merely a memory.

“Me too. We have to cherish it, hyung,” Jongho declared, cupping Seonghwa’s face in his hands. “The fact that we can be together somewhere, if not in waking life.”

___

Yeosang wasn’t sure how long he’d dozed off when he opened his bleary eyes to see the grey world around him. He was in someone’s lap, and Hongjoong was stroking his hair and humming something mindlessly.

At least, he thought it was Hongjoong. A few blinks later, he realised he was correct.

The captain’s white hair had dried and the buttons of his navy uniform were undone, but it was most certainly him and when he noticed Yeosang was awake, he stopped singing and smiled down at him.

“Welcome back. Feeling alright?”

“Hm,” Yeosang tested out his voice before responding, a bit hoarse. “Better. You?”

Hongjoong pressed his lips together and looked away, merely humming in response.

Yeosang exhaled through his nose and let his eyes fall shut again. He hadn’t been entirely truthful, as the light was still bothering him, but the lessened pain could be attributed to the fact that the sun was setting, and he’d now slept the day away.

Again, Hongjoong’s voice interrupted his thoughts.

“Are you shivering?”

“Why shouldn’t I?” Yeosang frowned, even as he realised he was, in fact, trembling quite violently. “I’m soaked to the bone.”

Regardless of how long he’d slept there, the dampness of his clothes hadn’t lessened. Perhaps because they were lying in the shade, under one of the last palm trees left on this stretch of beach.

“Wet officers’ uniforms will get us nowhere in enemy territory,” Hongjoong pointed out, unfastening his collar and peeling it away.

“So shall we use palm leaves to make new ones?” Wooyoung snorted, entering Yeosang’s field of vision briefly and squeezing his shoulder.

“No, I don’t think we’ll want coats now anyway,” Hongjoong muttered, knowing the question was in jest but answering anyway as it raised another problem. “It’s entirely too hot.”

A moment of quiet passed by, and Yeosang’s eyes almost closed of their own accord again. The pounding in his head had started to return, and even though Hongjoong’s hand continued to card through his hair rhythmically, there was a stickiness in it that made Yeosang wonder if his head wound was bleeding again.

If he faded into the memory, it was Wooyoung’s hand wiping away the blood and dirt— his good hand, not the broken one— and Hongjoong was absent from his cell, being interrogated someplace where his cries wouldn’t escape the stone room. Guilt settled in the pit of Yeosang’s stomach and he began to understand why his captain had played the piano and filtered out his own screams.

If he let himself relive the dungeon on Namhae, his mind was again wholly consumed with the dread of seeing Admiral Kim next, when the lieutenants tired of beating them, unable to glean any information whether they flogged, drowned, or starved the pair. And in the end he had been freed, and Wooyoung with him, because of one little mark on his skin that once had branded him an outcast and now set him apart as untouchable.

Yeosang forced himself back to the present, where voices were creating a plan. As much of one as they could create in the middle of nowhere with next to nothing.

“We should hide in the jungle,” Hongjoong said regretfully, as if he had considered all other options first and come up empty. “The Crow is here somewhere. I don’t fancy being recaptured.”

A chill passed through Yeosang again, not from the damp uniform this time, and Hongjoong held him tighter until it was gone.

The Crow was here somewhere. Admiral Kim was here. Either alive or dead, and Yeosang much preferred the latter.

The thought of spending his days in the musty depths of that ship again was a harrowing one. Yeosang had no idea how Hongjoong had survived alone down there for months before he and Wooyoung had come, but he’d rather not repeat the experience either way.

Surviving on their own, washed up on a foreign island that had been stricken by the ocean almost upon their arrival, was likely the better alternative.

At the very least, they knew they would have Hongjoong’s experience to help them.

“Can you walk?” The captain asked, and Yeosang nodded in answer, head merely shifting up and down against Hongjoong’s chest, before confirming with his body.

Sensing that he had agreed prematurely, Wooyoung came to help him stand and, supported between the two of them, Yeosang got to his feet and steadied himself.

Murky seawater was draining away, and the ground grew firmer as they moved uphill. Trees were more densely packed and the smell of the earth intensified.

Yeosang’s senses heightened as they fully entered the jungle, the sight of the ocean behind cut off from view for the first time since he’d left his mansion at Bundam.

“Let’s get that coat off you,” Hongjoong offered, passing most of Yeosang’s weight to Wooyoung and helping him out of the jacket before removing his own and throwing the three of them over a tree branch, where they hopefully wouldn’t be seen.

The sound of fabric ripping came from beside him, and Yeosang turned to see Wooyoung tearing the sleeves of his blouse off. He handed one to Yeosang and one to Hongjoong.

“To use as bandages,” he explained like it was obvious when the pair looked at him in confusion.

Yeosang flashed him a grateful smile while Wooyoung secured the cloth around his head, soaking up the blood and conveniently keeping the sweat out of his eyes as he advanced into the trees.

“Alright, you’re next,” the gunner attempted to convince Hongjoong. “Shirt off, let me bandage you.”

“No, it’s alright, really,” the captain tried to argue back. “We should save the sleeve for when Yeosang soaks through the one you just gave him, he’s bleeding much more than I am.”

While the two went back and forth, Yeosang continued into the jungle, remaining in earshot but curious to see if he could balance on his own.

Using the tree boughs to support him, he moved uphill at a steady pace, concentrating his strength as best as he could.

He glanced back at the others and informed them he was ready to go on, but they were too wrapped up in their conversation to notice.

Yeosang kept moving anyway.

His head was clearing the further he went, perhaps because the constant noise of rushing water was absent.

Instead, there was the quiet hum of forest, not completely unlike the woods back home near the mansion, but wilder in its unfamiliarity and more mysterious the deeper he ventured.

Something caught his attention when the sound of voices had drifted away.

A pile of uniforms, hung over the branch of a tree.

Had he gone in a circle?

When a wave of dizziness hit him the longer he stared at it, he leaned against the tree to catch his breath and considered how he must have arrived there.

Wooyoung and Hongjoong weren’t standing beside it as they had been when Yeosang walked away, and though he couldn’t be certain he’d only walked for a few minutes, there was no way they could have disappeared that quickly.

Inspecting the uniforms closer revealed something unexpected.

They were lieutenant uniforms, decorated with medals and sashes that the lower ranking soldiers didn’t have. So, unless Yeosang had hit his head harder than he thought, these weren’t their uniforms and this wasn’t the same tree.

He sucked down a panicked breath. The officers had survived and were here somewhere. While that was likely good news for the stowaways, it meant the Admiral could be alive as well, which was decidedly not.

“Where is he?”

“Yeosang! Which way did you go?”

Muffled shouts came from the brush behind him, but Yeosang soldiered on without responding, following the trail of discarded clothing— hats, shoes, and blouses littering a newly beaten path through the jungle— and hoped Wooyoung and Hongjoong would follow.

It was like his head was full of cotton, detached from himself and somehow feeling none of the pain as he wandered in the direction everything pointed to. Even the palms were bent away as if beckoning him.

Just up ahead, a particularly large tree had met its match but not fallen. There, cradled in its boughs, were two ships that bled into one as Yeosang blinked the fog away. He must be hallucinating.

A man-of-war had been washed up and stranded there by the tsunami, and as Yeosang stepped closer hesitantly, still hiding behind a palm frond in case he was seen, he caught a glimpse at the colours she had been flying and the name written on the aft.

It was the Black Crow.

___

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𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐀𝐥𝐥

Chapter 10: Crossroads Pt. 1 

(Warnings: Violence and blood)

The morning sunshine that filtered through the trees was much softer than the light that blazed through the porthole of Yunho’s room back on the ATEEZ.

Still, he found himself wishing he was waking up in his own comfortable hammock instead of this massive net that dug into his sides and made his neck prick with aches and pains.

As Yunho carefully shifted to stretch his leg, a soft groan from next to him reminded him to check Eden’s wound.

“Is he awake?” Jongho’s whisper from across the net startled him but he shook his head in response.

“I don’t think so. His pulse is so weak.”

It made Yunho bite his lip with worry. Blood had soaked the netting underneath Eden and dripped onto the ground far below. He wondered if it would attract more predators.

“There’s... nothing we can do...” Jongho hiccuped, tears freely rolling down his cheeks.

His gaze was locked on Eden’s face, pale as a sheet with a layer of sweat covering it. The older pirate was unmoving and barely breathed.

So much blood had been lost, it was a fool’s hope to think that he might survive, even if help arrived this instant.

“Eden? Eden, please, just stay with us a little longer,” Yunho shook him gently, paling at how lifeless he was. The bandages had soaked through with blood, even as he rushed to clamp his hand down on the wound.

There was no telling how long he had left.

“I’m sorry, so sorry...” 

Eden’s tired mumbles went on until his eyes twitched open, a faraway look deep within them. “I’m sorry for hiding the truth...”

“What’s he talking about?” Jongho wondered aloud, freeing his limbs from their positions and trying to move closer.

Yunho could only shake his head helplessly. “No idea.”

“It’s alright, Eden,” he directed his words at the fading pirate. “W-We forgive you.”

Jongho was shaking Mingi awake and scrubbing at his face. He wasn’t sure why exactly he was crying so hard. He barely knew Eden, it wasn’t as if he was a particularly sentimental type. 

Mingi stirred from his sleep and quickly pieced together what was happening.

“How do we explain this to Hongjoong?” He said quietly after a few moments had gone by and Eden had fallen unconscious again.

Yunho swallowed his fear and met his gaze, eyes shining with worry nonetheless. 

“Oh, not you lot again.”

An annoyed voice from far below broke their melancholy spell. It was the woman they had come here in search of, crossing her arms and glowering up at them. She looked exactly the same as she always did, beautiful and ageless, with a glint of amusement in her eyes. “What are you doing up there?”

Jongho spluttered and craned his neck to catch a glimpse of the witch. “Well, excuse me, but—”

“Thank the heavens,” Yunho cut him off, gripping the net with one hand and clutching Eden with his other. “We really need your help.”

... 

Wooyoung bit back the instinct to complain as he hoisted San’s unconscious form onto his back for the trek to the old seaside carpentry shop.

He and Yeosang had confirmed that the old couple’s house was above it, just as San said it would be, and the least dangerous way to get San there was to knock him out and carry him with them.

So Wooyoung kept his grunts to a minimum and led the way up the dirt path.

He and Yeosang were again elected to be the spokesmen for the little group, and with a deep breath, Yeosang drew up to his full height and knocked to the door.

Whatever this was, it had better work.

“Just a moment! I’ll be right there.”

The voice of a young woman floated down from the second story and Wooyoung’s shoulders relaxed. This must be his sister.

The door squeaked open to reveal a bright-eyed lady probably around their age, who immediately took on an expression of horror at the sight of a sleeping San draped across Wooyoung’s back.

“Oh my, is he alright? Can I help at all? Would you like to bring him inside?”

Her rush of concern had Wooyoung wishing he had a quicker tongue or at least a backup plan and then throwing a questioning glance back at Hongjoong.

Hongjoong tilted his head.

It was almost imperceptible, but to Wooyoung, it was a clear order.

Don’t bring him inside. There’s too much at risk.

Wooyoung cleared his throat and smiled at her before taking a slight step back.

“Actually, I’ll stay out here with him. The, uh, the sea air will... benefit his health.”

It was a poor excuse and Wooyoung had to strain to keep the cringe off his face but the woman nodded seriously and opened the door wider for the others.

Yeosang smoothly took over the talking. “You must be surprised to have a group of strangers turn up like this on your doorstep! We don’t mean to intrude, but San has always talked about going back to see his sister and—“

“Sister?”

Yeosang faltered at the pure cluelessness in her voice. Had they come to the wrong house?

“You’re San’s sister, aren’t you?” Seonghwa asked quietly.

For a moment, recognition washed over her face and then she smiled, leading them upstairs to a living room area and motioning for them to sit while she explained.

“Oh! No, no I’m not. I’m the new owner of this shop, I’ve been planning to turn it into a bookstore actually. But I was warned by the old couple who lived here prior that a certain Choi San might drop by one day. None of you would happen to be him, would you?”

Yeosang’s mouth opened and closed until Seonghwa swooped in again to save him. “Pardon me, but, was there a young woman with this old couple? Did she move off the island too?”

The lady took a seat and a thoughtful frown formed on her face, brows pinched together as she tried to remember.

“No, actually... there was a young lady but...” Here she looked up at them and shook her head. “That lady died. Her death was the reason they sold this place.”

Yeosang felt a chill wash over him.

San’s sister was dead then.

He exchanged a warning glance with Seonghwa and Hongjoong both before politely smiling and getting to his feet.

The young woman started after them, stuttering something about offering them tea, but Yeosang gracefully cut her off.

“My apologies, we really don’t want to bother you,” he turned on his most charming smile and bowed as the others exited behind him. “The person we were looking for seems to be gone.”

“I’m sorry,” the woman said, sincerity shining in her eyes as she bowed back and showed them to the door. “Feel free to come back if you need anything at all.”

The moment the door was shut, Yeosang couldn’t hold back his sigh.

Wooyoung had been waiting, and quickly stood, pulling up a semi-conscious San who had been laying on the grass next to him. “Finished already?” 

Seonghwa cleared his throat and answered him even as his eyes lingered on San.

“We have some bad news.”

...

The temple looked exactly as Mingi remembered it.

Reddish-orange wood beams masterfully assembled into a high pagoda, a bright beacon that stood out in contrast to the surrounding foliage, and the majestic waterfall that stole their glances to the cliffside. It was as breathtaking as it was when they had been there last, a group of six.

Nothing about this place had changed, but Mingi felt as if he were different.

“How have you been?” He asked awkwardly, clearing his throat when the woman didn’t seem to hear him.

“Well, as good as can be expected. One of my cats was killed last night.”

Jongho blinked as he realised what the mystic was hinting at.

“So the jaguars are yours?”

She turned around and smiled at him. “They protect the island, yes.”

“You have magical powers,” Mingi scoffed, mostly to himself. “What do you need guardian beasts for?”

The woman’s smile fell and she ascended the steps gracefully, ushering them in. “My eyes are often elsewhere,” she said simply.

She gestured to a sofa in the main room and went about gathering things from the adjacent pantries while Yunho laid Eden down as gently as he could, trying not to jostle his leg. He listened for the shallow breaths he had come to recognise and exhaled with relief when they came on schedule.

“I’ve been following the proceedings of the royal family from my watchtower,” the woman mentioned. “I didn’t know of your arrival here, so I apologise for the hasty actions of my cats. Although, to be fair, it’s been a long time since anyone has taken the eastern path.” Here, she stuck her head back out to smirk at Mingi.

“Why are you here, boys?” She finally asked, returning to them with all her medical herbs and supplies.

Mingi and Yunho glanced at each other, thinking the same thing. Where do we even start?

“You remember San?”

The mystic hummed in agreement, even as she whispered some chant and rubbed an unfamiliar substance into Eden’s wound. He didn’t stir from his slumber.

“Well,” Jongho took over the explaining. “He’s possessed and we need your help banishing the demon.” He went to hand her his little book of incantations but it was waved away while she continued to sprinkle a mysterious powder over the wound.

“He showed no interest in dark magic when I saw him last, as a new officer on your ship,” she responded, still somewhat distracted with Eden. “What happened?”

Jongho sighed and turned the small book over in his hands. “He got mixed up with Babylon’s spellbook and summoned the demon accidentally.”

“I’m surprised you don’t already know about this,” Yunho mumbled. “What with your crystal ball and your prophecies and your watchtower and everything...”

“Demons are exceptional at disguise,” she tossed back over her shoulder as she stirred various wild plants and substances into a jar. “I knew Babylon was stirring up trouble, I didn’t know about this particular development.”

“There’s a chant in here,” Jongho explained, bringing forth the book again. “None of us can read it so we thought to ask you...”

“Why didn’t you simply bring him here?” She interjected.

Mingi sighed. That would have been the preferred alternative, but this was their best chance, he had to keep reminding himself.

“The demon was threatening to kill him,” he said softly. “San bought us some time by setting out for Namhae. They’ll arrive in about a week and a half.”

The mystic halted her stirring and sighed, mumbling something to herself. “I’ll search for him later,” she decided, transferring the contents of the jar into a mug and motioning for Yunho to prop Eden up. “Make sure he drinks all of this. He’s been on death’s doorstep for a few hours now. It’s a miracle death hasn’t come to collect him yet.”

Yunho nodded and watched her bandage the leg wound with clean cloth. “There are rooms for you to rest in through there,” the woman pointed out past a balcony to an upper wing of the temple. “Rest while I gather my resources. What you ask of me is no simple magic trick.”

All three of them nodded and graciously thanked her before following her directions, Yunho keeping an eye on Eden should he regain enough consciousness to drink his medicine.

There was a balcony with a view to the waterfall, and its misty spray was sweetly scented in a way that reminded them of their island in the east. An unclaimed utopia they could lose themselves in.

Jongho sunk into one of the plush beds that waited for them, his long, uncomfortable night in the net catching up with him. Still, something was on his mind.

“Why does it feel like we’re sacrificing San for Eden?”

Mingi looked up from where he was emptying his bag. He had found it hard to ignore the same thought, but sighed and resumed unpacking. “We’re still days ahead of the ATEEZ, don’t worry.”

“And besides,” Yunho smiled over at him. “We can trust the mystic. She’ll do what she can for both of them.”

The trio quickly learned that time worked differently on the island. A few hours’ nap lasted until sunset, and Mingi was startled to have slept the entire day away in what felt like no time at all, but the woman reassured them when she entered with plates of food that it was normal to have to adjust to the fleeting notion of time. 

Still, it made him anxious to know what had been discovered about San while he was out like a light.

“It was easy to find San due to the concentration of mystical energy around him,” she reported, settling in a chair and watching Eden intently. He still hadn’t woken. “But I can’t cast a spell on him if he’s not in one place.”

Yunho froze in the middle of chewing his bite of fish. “You... what?”

“He’s currently in motion,” she tried to explain, sighing at the difficulty of it. “Sending a spell to someone while he sails... it could go terribly wrong. It has in the past.”

“So this was pointless then?” Jongho moaned, the bread fisted in his hand looking decidedly less appetising.

“No, there is still something I can do,” the woman smiled at him and tilted her head towards her watchtower. “I’ll call up the incantations now, remotely, and when the time is right they will come into effect.”

Yunho scoffed at this. “When the time is right?”

“Yunho, is it? Clearly you know nothing of the rules of sorcery. Rarely are solutions so simple,” she shook her head with amusement. “I need the cooperation of whatever part of San is left. This spell locks onto human emotion, and if San regains enough control over his emotions to activate it, the demon will be banished from him.”

Silence stretched over them. Somewhere deep down, they all knew it would come back to San.

He had summoned the demon, and it was his responsibility to drive it out.

But Yunho would not let this trip be in vain. “San’s emotional enough, that’s for sure,” Yunho smirked, trying to raise their spirits with a pinch of optimism. “He’ll present the right opportunity soon.”

But this meant they had to wait. And waiting was not something they were good at.

It was a week and a half of flipping through books that didn’t make much sense to them, watching Eden sleep and waiting for him to wake (the mystic said he had to be convinced), exploring the immediate area of the island but pointedly avoiding the “cats”, and sleeping off as much time as possible.

Time was swinging over their heads as anxiety pounded into them.

Every day, the mystic checked San’s position, and every day the answer was the same; at sea. No development. It was a blessing and a curse.

Until one morning, when the mystic shook them awake and summoned them to her watchtower. The crystal ball pulsed on the table in front of her.

“I’ve found him. He was sleeping soundly for awhile but has last awoken. Now his soul is... it’s in agony.”

Mingi spluttered at the choice of words. “What? Agony?”

“He is experiencing extreme sadness, the strength of which is temporarily overpowering the evil entity in his body,” the woman returned like it was obvious.

“You can overpower a demon with negative emotions, too?” Jongho whispered, fascinated, before quieting again so the woman could continue.

“If both of us try hard enough,” the mystic promised, eyes glazing over as she prepared to begin. “Yes.”

...

San didn’t know what to expect, but it was not this.

Wooyoung’s face appeared, separating the fog in his mind, and his lips were moving. The sound reached San but he blocked out the rest of it because he did not want to know what followed those heartbreaking words.

More heads popped up, Yeosang’s concerned eyes and Seonghwa’s pained expression, but San couldn’t focus over the ringing in his head.

Someone was screaming and it sounded like the voice of the demon, but when he paused he noticed his voice was raw.

It flashed white hot and then burned him, a molten pain that ripped his insides apart. He was separating the demon from himself.

A new voice came to him, whispering in his head, and he was tempted to throw it out too but he hadn’t heard this one before and it was a friendly, encouraging presence.

I’m with you, she said. Keep fighting, you’re almost there.

When he opened his eyes again, Hongjoong was in front of him, pulling him off the main road and into a cluster of trees. His eyes darted around, afraid someone would hear screams and be curious.

“It’s... I’m almost...” San choked on his words, inhaling sharply at another pain in his head. “He’s almost gone.”

He didn’t see their reaction to this declaration, eyes rolling back in his head as the fight in his mind intensified.

The demon was being snuffed out, his resistance weakening and his assets spread thin. 

His trembling voice promised everything San could ever ask for if he only let him live, let him stay. Simultaneously, San could feel him trying to jump out and into someone else even as his presence was ground to dust.

San clung on to whoever’s hand was in his and remained firm. The blackness drained from his veins as he hammered down again and again on the demon. He wasn’t banishing it, he was destroying it.

Aided by a sudden surge of energy, the help of an outside spell being granted to him, he swung his blade down on it one last time, the agony of its dying scream escaping through his own mouth and the pain rendering him unconscious.

Yeosang rubbed his arm until he awoke.

Tears were on his face, and they flowed freely as he grasped each of them in a hug. Save for his own sobs and the gentle ambiance of the seaside, things were quiet. San had never been so grateful for the quiet in all his life.

“I’m so glad you’re back,” Seonghwa whispered into his ear as he held him tightly, blindfold cast into the wind without a care.

San could only nod against him and cry harder. He had missed everyone, more than he could bear.

“Drinks are on me,” Hongjoong said with a bright smile as he pulled away. The road back to the inn was quiet but bursting with joy. San was among them again— mind, body and soul. The serene contentment that had settled over them would not be disturbed. Not for now, at least.

It was one thing at a time when they pulled up their chairs around the table they had claimed in the corner of the pub. San was famished, probably thanks to the demon stealing any of his enjoyment out of the food he had consumed while possessed. 

When he slowed down enough to look around at the faces of the people around him, it gave him pause.

“Everything alright?” Wooyoung prompted carefully. He kept looking at him like he was afraid he might get struck by lightning suddenly. That probably wasn’t going away any time soon.

“Yes, I was just remembering,” San responded after a moment. “Drinking together after your promotion. We were wasted but you told us your story, and I told you mine.” It seemed like ages ago now.

His face fell as he let the loss of his noona wash over him again.

“Haneul... she’s really gone, isn’t she?”

Yeosang met his eyes and hummed in response. “I’m so sorry for your loss. The woman living there says your grandparents moved away. Maybe we can track them down somehow at least...”

San’s eyes misted over and he gazed forlornly into his cup. “I think I’ve known for a while, deep down. She was marked for death ever since I was a child, but... but why couldn’t she have waited for me? I got the money for her medicine now, maybe she would have survived.”

Seonghwa rubbed his back tenderly as soon as tears began to roll down his cheeks again. “It wasn’t your fault,” he soothed him. “You did everything you could, San.”

Everyone at the table agreed.

When San crawled into bed and Yeosang and Wooyoung both crawled in with him, he finally let the floodgates of his emotions open.

A small smile remained on his face as he drifted off. It was a messy outpour of feelings, but he hadn’t felt anything in so long, he would allow himself this night. 

...

It was nearing midnight, but Yunho felt compelled to open his eyes.

It wasn’t because of San. The mystic had assured the trio that he had won his battle and vanquished the demon, so that couldn’t be it.

“It’s Eden,” her voice floated to him from the other side of the room as he rose and groped for a robe to cover himself with. She was so calming somehow that she hadn’t startled him by answering his silent question, but she beckoned him over just as urgently as she’d awoken him. “He’s awake.”

“What took him so long?” Jongho whispered as he rose.

“Eden is still young in body, but his soul is old and wearied. I think part of him wanted to keep sleeping.”

“Why now, then?” Mingi asked, scratching the back of his head. The three approached Eden’s bed quietly but full of anticipation.

The mystic turned to him and smiled. There was a twinkle in her eye, even through the blue veil of midnight.

“Your presence gives him hope.”

With that, she swept away to mix another drink for her patient, and the boys directed their attention on Eden.

His face contorted with pain as his eyes blinked open. Yunho rushed to offer him the drink, and Eden relaxed as he sipped it and strength gradually returned to him.

“We made it?” He finally croaked out.

Jongho chuckled and slapped Mingi on the back, a little harder than he was bracing himself for. “Mingi saved you,” he explained. “And defeated the beast.”

Mingi blushed at the praise and Eden’s eyes on him. “It didn’t do much for you in the end. We were stuck in a net the whole night.”

“I remember,” Eden hummed softly as it came back to him. “How long have I been out?”

“Just over a week,” Yunho sighed. “Although it doesn’t feel like it. Time passes strangely in this place.”

Eden nodded. He had visited before and the hazy blend of days was no surprise to him.

“When we came with Hongjoong-hyung we barely stayed a couple of hours,” Mingi pointed out.

“San? Is he...?”

“Taken care of,” Jongho told him quickly. “The demon was destroyed and he’s himself again. We were only waiting on you.”

A flash of guilt passed over his face and he sunk lower into the cushions. “You did well,” he finally said, a heaviness to his voice. His eyelids drooped lethargically and in a moment he was asleep again.

A universal sigh was released as Eden stilled and returned to his dreams. They had never even broached the subject of whether he would be able to walk again, but there was some comfort in the fact that he was alive and with them.

Fireflies glowed in the air outside the balcony and Yunho peeked behind the shade to watch them float, sailing up and down invisible waves of their own.

While it was this peaceful, Yunho couldn’t help but wonder what was on the horizon.

...

Just like usual, Hongjoong was half asleep on the floor with a hand on his gun concealed by his pillow.

Something twinged in the back of his mind, tickling his senses and sending him bolt upright. Immediately he conducted a headcount.

San, Wooyoung, and Yeosang were all tangled up in a mess of limbs, squeezing onto a single bed having fallen asleep holding each other.

Hongjoong didn’t resist the small smile that appeared on his face as he watched them breathe deeply, lost to the world but safe in slumber.

Then he looked for Seonghwa.

His bed was empty. 

Silently, Hongjoong stood and approached it, just to be sure. The blankets were all disheveled, as if they had just been thrown off for a trip to the outhouse or a midnight snack.

Seonghwa’s bag was still there, leaned against a small table. So he intended to return.

But his gun was missing.

Hongjoong didn’t want to pry, not when it came to Seonghwa’s brother and his complicated heritage. But he had taken his gun and gone alone. Which meant he might need help.

He holstered his own gun and crept downstairs to see a single attendant waiting, half-asleep, at the desk for late night travellers. 

“Did a member of my company leave just now?” He asked, approaching the desk and suppressing his smirk at the way the man started awake and stared at him in surprise.

“Oh, y-yes, a young man your age. He took a room key and said he would be back.”

Hongjoong had figured as much, so he nodded and retreated back upstairs to wake the others.

What was Seonghwa thinking, sneaking off to meet the crown prince when he knew the others would support him and come if he asked?

Hongjoong didn’t get a chance to consider it any further before half a dozen bullets blasted through the window, shattering it with a deafening bang and tearing holes in the curtains.

Hongjoong pressed his back to the door and drew his weapon. A few more steps and he would’ve been riddled with holes himself.

With a whirlwind speed, Wooyoung tumbled out of bed and drew up next to the window, out of sight of their unseen enemies, but close enough to return fire.

Hongjoong mirrored him on the other side of the window, but not before checking that San and Yeosang were alright.

They had dove off the other side of the bed and hurriedly loaded their own guns.

“How many?” San called, poking his head up over the bed. It was impossible to tell who was even firing at them through the mess of cloth and glass that was the window.

Wooyoung grabbed the bottom of the tattered curtains and yanked, pulling down the entire rod and leaning out of the way of the bullets that shot through, embedding themselves in the wall.

He swivelled and returned fire. Both shots missed, but they hadn’t been meant for anyone in particular. He turned back around once he had seen what he had to.

“Fifteen.”

San blanched. “Who sold us out?”

“I paid all the dock hands off,” Yeosang insisted. “It can’t have been any of them.” 

“I don’t think you paid them enough, Yeosang,” San quipped, vaulting over the bed and joining Wooyoung.

The sudden motion was detected and another wave of ammunition was fired through the hole that was the window.

Yeosang leaned out from behind the bed and fired three rounds blind in quick succession. Judging from the screams, at least one hit its mark.

“Well done,” Hongjoong praised, impressed that Yeosang’s marksmanship had improved so much. 

“Seonghwa?” Yeosang asked haltingly as soon as he had surveyed the room fully.

“He just left the building,” Hongjoong reported, taking aim at the right flank of men he could see from his vantage point and firing. “I asked the innkeeper.”

“Seonghwa...” Yeosang repeated, a lilt of realisation in his voice. “It was him, he must have been seen leaving the inn. Why else would they choose now to attack us?”

Hongjoong jumped to deny it, but he had a point. The Admiral would never have waited to pounce. The moment he knew they were in his grasp, he would catch them. They had enough of of a history that he knew not to play with them.

A bullet grazed Wooyoung’s ear while he reloaded and he sunk lower with a gasp. That was too close.

“We can’t take them, Captain,” he asserted. “There are too many and we’re sitting ducks.”

Hongjoong knew he was right, but he returned fire and took out three of them consecutively before addressing it.

“San, do you still carry Babylon’s spellbook pages?”

San fumbled through his pockets until he felt the edges of parchment in his fingers.

Slowly, he nodded. He had promised himself never to use them again, but he had no choice but to grasp them and flinch at the familiarity.

“Is there anything in there that might help us?”

“You’re going to call for help,” Yeosang realised, ducking when a volley of fire sent a particularly large glass shard his direction.

“Yes, I can do it,” San confirmed, leaning over Wooyoung to take out the soldier who grazed him. “Not in the middle of this racket, though.”

“Then run,” Hongjoong ordered. “Get out of town, and get it done. We’ll cover you.”

San bit his lip and glanced at the other two, who nodded him on without hesitation.

This was the only option.

So San holstered his gun while Hongjoong and Wooyoung unleashed fire on the men below and swiftly crossed the window, moving so quickly he was barely a visible flash before he was gone.

“Don’t get shot!” He yelled back, closing the door behind him.

...

The crown prince’s temporary residence was at the highest point on the island, but it was only a short walk from the inn.

Seonghwa didn’t question his luck when the entrance was only guarded by a chatty pair of men who didn’t notice the shadow slipping past them, but he kept his footfalls silent and his senses alert when he reached Junhee’s bedroom.

He had done his fair share of stealthy break-ins as a teenager.

A curtain separated the sleeping prince from the rest of the world.

Seonghwa silently slid the door shut behind him and cleared his throat quietly. He didn’t want Junhee panicking and summoning the guards on him.

This adventure would be ended quickly if that happened.

“I’ve come home, hyung,” he whispered.

The curtain swung open suddenly and Junhee gaped at him. “What is the meaning of this? Guards—“

“No, wait!” Seonghwa leapt forward and covered the prince’s mouth before he could say any more. “Listen to me first.”

Junhee threw him off and backed up into the curtain. “You’re addressing the crown prince,” he sputtered. “Show the proper respect.”

“I’m sorry, Your Highness,” Seonghwa sighed, hands raised placatingly. “But you’ve been looking for me, haven’t you?”

Junhee’s brow furrowed and his hand stopped where it had been reaching for his sword. “I don’t understand.”

“It’s me,” Seonghwa whispered, surprised at how the words choked him. He hadn’t practiced but then again, this wasn’t the kind of conversation you could practice for. “It’s your little brother.”

Junhee’s face darkened. “You think you’re the first to come claiming to have been stolen from the palace? You’re lying.”

“I’m not, I swear,” Seonghwa pleaded with him, falling to his knees to show he meant no harm at all. “Why do you choose this moment not to see what you’ve been looking for, when it’s right in front of you?”

“I followed his trail,” Junhee said bitterly, tears gathering in his eyes. He backed away even more, as if scared of the person who knelt in front of him. “He died at sea, on a merchant’s ship.”

“No, he survived,” Seonghwa cried, reaching out his hand. “He’s right here in front of you.”

Something shone in Junhee’s eyes. Something that said he wanted to believe it.

“Show me,” he said.

Seonghwa swallowed. He had been stolen at five. There was hardly any knowledge only he could have of his brother or the royal family. He had grown up a commoner with his nurse for his mother.

And then he remembered something she had told him.

“You gave me this scar, hyung,” he gasped, pushing up his hair for the fine line on his forehead to be visible. “You crept into my room when I was an infant, dropped me accidentally, and only three people know. The nurse who stole me, and the two of us.”

Junhee sunk to his knees and took Seonghwa’s face in his hands. He only briefly glanced at the scar, lingering instead on his little brother’s eyes.

“It is you,” he whispered. “It really is.”

Junhee knew what it was like to not be believed, but he had clung to the truth. And that truth had returned to him, crying tears of joy as he entered his arms.

The reunion was interrupted by gunfire.

The brothers pulled back in surprise and Seonghwa stood and went to the window. 

“What’s going on?” Junhee muttered, wiping his tears. “Has a fight broken out?”

Seonghwa didn’t even have to look. He knew who it was and his stomach dropped at the flashes of light coming from its direction.

“The inn.”

...

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A/N: Yay!! I’m done with another term at university :) which means more frequent updates (hopefully) for you guys. This volume is wrapping up, but I have another (at least) in the works and plenty of other stories for you to check out if you so desire. Also I hope the two timelines weren’t too confusing for you. They’ve merged into one now, so everything is happening in succession. Don’t forget to reblog and comment if you enjoyed <3

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