(Pirate AU)
-"We might see each other again on these seven seas."
-"And what if we don't?"
-"Then you'll have to find me."
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Faint brushing of lips against soft skin and small moans floating over the horizon of the ocean wave...
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Seonghwa has been painting.
That's probably one of the only things he's sure he can do well these days.
Painting, drawing and sketching.
Again and again until at one point he reaches the end of his blue paint tube, his pencils are only an inch long and every page of his sketchbooks are either ripped off or filled with drawings of the face of a man.
The man he destroyed.
The painting in front of him was meant to be blue waves with a purple and pink sunset. His hands unwillingly turning the waves into a mess of hair and the sky into soft skin, small dots of white making a galaxy of freckles.
Anyone simply looking at his paintings would never be able to see a face, but Seonghwa sees it everywhere and in everything. Haunting him like his own shadow.
He takes hold of the sides of the canvas and puts it to the side against the wall with the other paintings. Every painting facing the wall, Seonghwa not trusting himself enough to not destroy them if he gets a look at them.
Yunho once caught him destroying his own art, breaking canvases and ripping sketches from the fear of Hongjoong jumping out of them to yell and scream at him about how he just used him and stepped on his heart like it was nothing.
Hongjoong must have felt manipulated...
Used even...
Like a piece on his board.
}~~~~~~~~~~~~~flashback~~~~~~~~~~~~~~{
Hongjoong's arms draped around his waist and a blanket wrapped around their bodies, Seonghwa looked at his sleeping form. Hongjoong's usually furrowed eyebrows now sitting on his face in a relaxing manner, his eyes closed, his lips slightly parted and his soft breathing breaking the silence.
Seonghwa's fingers trace his features, his thumb brushing against his soft lips.
Only a week left...
He gets up from the bed, carefully sliding out of Hongjoong's warm embrace and puts a random pair of pants he finds on the floor, most certainly Hongjoong's.
He lights a candle and walks out of the room, grabbing a small jacket on the way and takes a deep breath as soon as the cold air hits him, the wind blowing his hair out of his face.
The ocean is calm tonight, the moon shining brightly over his head and small waves hitting the sides of the boat. A bigger blow from the wind blowing out the candle, leaving Seonghwa with the moon and stars. He closes his eyes, savouring the calming sounds of the wind and waves, one of the best symphonies of nature.
