Eight makes one crew

Backstory

"When was the first time that you killed a man?" San blurted out. Wooyoung had not expected the question at all, and he was quiet for a moment.

"Young-ah?" San prompted, bothered by the silence.

"Indirectly or directly?" Wooyoung wondered.

"Is there a difference?" San questioned. Wooyoung nodded, there was definitely a difference. 

"The first time, indirectly, I was nine. My mom gave me soup to bring to one of the crew on the Black Swan. I didn't know that it was poisoned" Wooyoung explained, bringing his knees up to his chest then. He looked a lot younger than usual. 

"And the first time, directly?" San was almost afraid to know the answer. 

"When I was fourteen. They were touching me...I hated it and it hurt so I grabbed a kitchen knife, I didn't even know why it was there, but it was in reach so I grabbed it" Wooyoung answered, closing his eyes. He didn't want to remember that time, the only good thing that had come out of it was Yunho and Jongho joining him and Hongjoong. 

"What did they do to you?" San wondered, once again not sure if he wanted to know. Wooyoung hesitated but he trusted San so he pulled his sleeve up then decided to take his entire shirt off and turned away from San. Burn scars and the scars that could only be brought on by a knife or long sword were crisscrossed over Wooyoung's entire back, even stretching up to his shoulders. 

"The worst one though, is this" Wooyoung turned his head a little, pointing to something on his neck. San looked closer. 

"They...branded you?" San guessed, even though it was obvious. Wooyoung nodded, putting his shirt back on. 

"Yunho and Jongho have the same thing. I think Yunho has it on his arm and Jongho has it on his back. It was a mark of ownership. The three of us, and our families, were no better than slaves. Actually, we were slaves. It just took a while for us to realize it" Wooyoung explained. San didn't know what to say so he didn't say anything and instead just pulled Wooyoung into his arms, holding the smaller boy. Wooyoung was tense for a moment before relaxing and resting both arms on San's chest, his hands clinging to the fabric of San's shirt. He closed his eyes and breathed in the smell of the ocean, San's musky scent of salt and raw meat. Wooyoung had once found it disgusting, when he first joined Hongjoong, but now he thought it was the sweetest smell over. Who doesn't like the smell of raw meat?

"You are not a slave. Your more than that, to me, your so much more" San whispered. 

"And your more than a runaway prince" Wooyoung responded. San kissed his head and they stayed like that for a long time, not moving until the rest of the crew began to come up and then it was time to part, if only to keep rumors from spreading. Of course no one would care if Wooyoung and San were a thing. Seongwha and Hongjoong were already and Yunho and Mingi were as good as. And Jongho and Yeosang were....well, they were Jongho and Yeosang. No one questioned what they were to each other because no one could figure it out, not even themselves.