Outside The World

Chapter 9

💛POV

The sound of chewing and cutlery against china was the only sound in the cafeteria. Along with a few occasional sips of orange juice and petroleum.

"Um...Yuxin?"

She slowly sliced that small bit of sausage and forked it before looking up at me. Obviously savouring her food.

I cleared my throat slightly and saw 3 pairs of eyes on me as if they were expecting me to burst into speech.

But I only had a few words to say, and that was—"I'm sorry."

They kept staring.

I gulped, my Adam's apple bobbing.

"Uhhh...yes, Yuxin. I'm sorry for being a brat, a pervert, and just an annoying git in general. I apologize for not understanding your feelings when we first woke up with amnesia. We still have it to this day, and I believe that all of us on this ship have a history together. Would you forgive me and we could work together to figure out our past and how to get out of this mess?"

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💙POV

I was not expecting this.

He was being such a big baby for the past time like he was sticking around me so that he would feel safe or something. I never thought that he had other emotions than "ridiculously happy" or "tantrumic angry". (I probably made up the last word.) His apology was heartfelt, and with those dark almond eyes, he looked positively like Bashi's bigger and whiter brother.

And I had no resistance to cute dogs.

I slowly nodded, taking in his features. Those eyes were filled with something I couldn't describe. They seemed dimmed, tampered with, but still there nothingness.

I was drawn to those orbs, drowning in his gaze.

If you want to know if someone is lying, look into his eyes. They never lie.

His face, originally sad, lit up bit by bit as he processed the fact that I had just accepted his apology. As if a sunflower would rise its petals towards the sun, immersing in its glory.

He is really, really attractive.

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💚POV

I suppose the alarm did disrupt the beautiful moment.

It shouted malfunctions in the boiler room, screaming for us to go to fix it or...well, the consequences are easy to guess enough.

It ripped through the quiet atmosphere, sticking out like a sore thumb. Every single being, alive or not, stopped in their tracks for that millisecond. Staring into the other's eyes.

The next thing I knew, I was pulled along the red-soaked corridor, its stainless walls reflecting the flashing lights and the terror in our eyes. My neon eyes shined brightly, clashing with the blood-like colour.

Faster. Faster. Faster.

We ran into the drenched boiler room, and I was again shocked by the sight. The silver cylinder was spewing water all over the place, gushing the pipes and the floor with water. Never had I saw such an outburst of liquid. This boiler was supposed to be a state-of-the-art creation!

"Yuxin, grab that screwdriver right there. No—not the drill, why would we need the drill? Gimme a piece of scrap metal, preferably the piece that the boiler lost—Yuxin, what the hell are you doing there?"

Kun screamed over the roaring noise, trying to stop the highly pressured water from spewing out still.

The girl said was slipping and sliding on the wet floor, trying to get a foothold on the tilting ground.

Tilting?

"Guys! The ship is losing water left and right and the weight is getting more and more unbalanced by the minute!" "Then help me here! Siri, you got anything?"

I searched the ground and found the exact piece of metal the was detached from the boiler. It was burned and singed thoroughly, but we could fix that in a jiffy.

If we could get a hold on it and have that time.

"Wait—wait! I got the metal!"

A fully drenched girl was hanging on the leaning walls, barely grabbing on by a few fingers. She waved her other arm, the metal piece clasped in her hand.

"Yes! Yuxin, toss it here!"

She tried to do, but it was evident that she was scared that the metal would slip and we couldn't fix the boiler. Ever.

She tried again, her arms outstretched to their extent. I did the same, however as I was given many extraordinary abilities, extending my arm was not one.

The ship was at a fatal angle, almost all of us hanging by our fingertips. Given a few more minutes, we would be racing our way to the other side of the ship at a horizontal 90 degrees.

"Just—do—it—YUXIN!"

The metal left her hand, falling just right into my palm.

She also lost her grip at the exact moment, screaming as she succumbed to gravity (ironic) and the force of roaring water.

"YUXIN!!!!"

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