Forbbiden. | Jeong Yunho

CH 9: Dance

The next morning, Y/N joined Hongjoong on the deck. The sea was calm, and the sky was a brilliant blue as the sun began to rise.

"Where are we going today?" she asked, curiosity sparkling in her eyes.

"The Northern Village is very close," Hongjoong replied, a hint of excitement in his voice.

"We're not stopping anywhere before then?" Y/N pressed.

"No need. The Northern Village has everything we need," Hongjoong said with a smile.

"Where's Il-sun?" Y/N asked, looking around.

"Let him sleep in. He had a long night, if you know what I mean," Hongjoong said with a mischievous smirk.

"That's disgusting!" Y/N exclaimed, playfully slapping Hongjoong's shoulder.

"Oh, come on!" Hongjoong laughed as Y/N walked away, shaking her head.

As Y/N made her way to the rest of the crew, she noticed that Yeosang seemed particularly cheerful.

"What's going on?" she asked, sitting down next to Mingi.

"Yeosang is meeting his lover again after a long time," Wooyoung explained, a teasing smile on his face.

"How long has it been?" Y/N inquired, intrigued.

"I haven't seen her in six months," Yeosang replied, a hint of a pout on his lips.

"That's a long time. How has she managed on her own?" Y/N asked, genuinely curious.

"Her brother has been taking care of her," Yeosang said, his tone softening with fondness.

"What's her name? Tell me, tell me!" Y/N leaned in, eager to know more.

"Joanne," Yeosang sighed dreamily.

Y/N's eyes widened with delight. "A foreigner? That's delightful!"

"She is delightful," Yeosang said, his face lighting up at the thought of her.

"Alright, enough. He's going to start telling stories," Jongho interrupted, rolling his eyes.

"You just despise love stories, don't you?" Y/N teased, ruffling Jongho's hair.

"Love is useless," Jongho muttered, crossing his arms.

Before Y/N could respond, Hongjoong's voice called out from above. "We've arrived!"

The group quickly prepared to disembark. Hongjoong went below deck to wake Il-sun.

He sat on the edge of the bed, gently kissing Il-sun's cheek. "Good morning, beautiful."

"Mm..." Il-sun hummed, slowly waking up.

"We're home, my dove," Hongjoong said softly, brushing Il-sun's hair back from his face.

Il-sun smiled sleepily and pulled Hongjoong into a sloppy kiss.

Hongjoong laughed through the kiss. "Haven't you had enough yesterday?"

"I can never get enough of you," Il-sun smirked, getting out of bed to dress.

They were the last to leave the ship, assuming the others had headed to Yeosang's house.

"Joanne!" Yeosang exclaimed as he saw his beloved in the garden. He ran to her, pulling her into a tight hug and kissing her forehead.

"Oh, Yeosang, calm down!" Joanne giggled, her hands resting on his arms.

"How I've missed you," Yeosang murmured, his fingers gently threading through her golden locks as he gazed into her emerald eyes.

"What have they done to you? You used to be such a shy man," Joanne teased, holding his hand.