Blackbird - ATEEZ Pirate!AU

A Secret Revealed

Sometimes it's hard to say,
Even one thing true.
When all eyes have turned aside,
They used to talk to you,
And people on the streets seem to disapprove,
So, you keep moving away,
And forget what you wanted to say.

Little bird,
Little bird,
Brush your grey wings on my head.
Say what you said,
Say it again.
They tell me I'm crazy,
But you told me,
I'm golden.

Sometimes it's hard to tell the truth from a lie,
Nobody knows what's in the hold of your mind.
We are all buildings and people inside,
Never know who walks through the door,
Is is someone that you've met before?

Little bird,
Little bird,
Brush your grey wings on my head.
Say what you said,
Say it again,
They tell me I'm crazy,
But you told me,
I'm golden.

I know what I know,
A wind in the trees and a road,
That goes winding 'onder,
From here, I see rain, I hear thunder.
Somewhere, there's a sun,
And you don't need a reason.

Sometimes it's hard to find a way to keep on.
Quiet weekends, holidays,
You come undone.
Open your window and look upon,
All the kinds of alive you can be...
Be still,
Be light,
Believe me.

"Little Bird" - The Weepies

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"What have I done?" Seonghwa sighed, setting himself down on the red velvet loveseat in the corner of my room. 

I'd brought him back there after everyone else left the kitchen, not wanting to risk the chance of another calamity occurring. It had already been such an eventful day, and I really didn't think I could handle any more crazy shit.

"Do you remember any of it?" I asked gently, sitting myself down beside him. I wanted to be there for him regardless of whether or not he could recall what he'd done.

"I remember every moment of it. Every sick, twisted moment," he groaned. Leaning forward, he let his head fall into his open palms. A curtain of raven hair cascaded over his hands, black strands curling around his fingers as he pushed his soft hair back against his head. "But I couldn't stop myself from doing it. It was as if I became an intruder in my own body. Like I was pushed into some dark, forgotten corner, and whatever that... thing was came forward out of nowhere."

"Has anything like this ever happened to you before?" I reached out, resting my hand on his lower back. I let my hand slide back and forth in a small attempt to comfort him.

"No, never." Seonghwa inhaled heavily, letting himself sit back upright. Turning himself halfway on the loveseat, he angled his body so that he was facing me. I mirrored his position so that we could speak face to face. "And I never, ever want it to happen again, Jin-ah."

"Do you know what triggered it? What was happening before it came?" I asked, pulling my legs up onto the couch to neatly fold underneath me. I still wasn't used to being called Jin, but I found that it made me feel warm regardless of how unusual it was.

"I..." Seonghwa hesitated, looking away from me for a moment. "I was arguing with Jongho."

"About me, I presume?" It wasn't hard to figure out. The way The Raven refused to look at me for a minute alone was enough of an indicator.

"...Yes," he sighed softly. "About you, of course."

"I already forgave him, Hwa." I cooed, leaning toward him to try and catch his wandering eyes. When I finally did, I could clearly read the look of shame painted across his features.

"I know, Gale." Seonghwa's face scrunched up as though he were in pain, before his expression fell back into neutrality. "I was just... I was still so angry that Jongho had the audacity to draw his sword on you, and when I found out what he'd said to you... the way he spoke to you as though you were some common filth..."