The Titanic Incident » xiuhan

Chapter 2

Luhan's P.O.V

Getting up from the rusty-ish café's chair, I left few coins next to the cup as a tip to the nice servicer and started walking towards the harbour. It wasn't that far, maybe 400 metres, so I didn't see any need to get a taxi. Somewhy, running my fingers through my hair, I hoped that that cute, short-haired guy would be on this cruise as well. The possibility to that was remarkable small. He didn't look like someone who was famous or appreciated. He didn't look too rich either, but had his best clothes on, and I don't think the poor would wear their best in daily life.

I hummed to myself as I walked over the busy road and kept my eyes down hovering over the rocky sidewalk, letting thoughts spin in my head.

As well as I was above average because of my wealth, he wouldn't be allowed to talk to me, I threw another wild guess. Not just a guess, actually. I knew he wouldn't be able to talk to me without getting resentful looks shooting at him. Kicking a rock, I sighed. But what if he wouldn't want to talk to me? If he will be there, I won't let his financial situation be on the way. The whole "poor people are bad for you blah blah" thing sucked. Money couldn't make a person good, as well as not having money couldn't make a person bad.

I didn't usually get my thoughts caught on someone like this, but I couldn't help it. There was something in his eyes. I needed, I craved to see them again and hold his face close, observe every detail of his dreamingly beautiful face.

Was I gay? I had no idea. But I couldn't see myself being in a serious relationship with a girl. There was a simple rule for homosexuality in my family: Be gay, be homeless. That's it. I hadn't thought about it much earlier but now I would have to. I couldn't be living alone all my life. There had been girls who wanted to marry me even if they didn't know me. Just because of my looks. I didn't find it flattering. I didn't like it. I wanted to tell them to leave anytime they'd spot me and hurriedly follow me around the city, not caring the slightest bit how they made me feel. Was it just another thing why I didn't find girls attractive? Or was I too picky?

I knew I'd have time to throw those questions at myself on the ship. And probably would have to, too.

Arriving to the harbour, I bit my lower lip. That was it. The biggest existing ship. It was beautiful. I couldn't wait to get in my cabinet to relax and live the time of my life.

Pulling the papery ticket out of my pocket, I eyed it once again. First class, just as expected. I didn't mind.

Folding the ticket carefully and placing it back to my pocket I made my way towards the ramp, but fell almost to the ground as someone bumped into my back roughly. "What th-" Not wanting to make a huge scene, I just chose to ignore the fact they had bumped into me and wanted to ask them what was the reason of rushing like that.

My words disappeared into the wind as I turned around to see who was the one rushing like that.

It was him.

Him looking very frightened, I felt the urge to hug him and tell him it's nothing to worry about. Lifting his gaze up, he stared me in awe for good few seconds, lips parted and eyebrows furrowed, almost like he was scanning my features. His shorter profile made him look even cuter, and he quickly backed off after spacing out. "I-I'm so sorry, mr! Please forgive me, I wasn't looking where I was going-" His quick, respecting words were stopped when I cleared my throat, telling him to be quiet. His eyes seemed to daze into mine again, making my face grow hot. My throat got really dry in matter seconds. What was this?

"Don't worry, it's not something to worry about." I glanced at him, and his body relaxed a bit. "You didn't get hurt, right?" He opened his mouth a bit more, clearly thinking what to answer, but ended up shrugging shyly. "N-no, I'm... fine." Nodding, I smiled faintly at him, trying to hide my endless blushing, but probably ended up looking like an idiot who was trying to flirt. "Have a nice.. day" he mouthed carefully and rushed away, leaving me standing there blushed and astonished. I sighed. I was so lost in those eyes.

Minseok's P.O.V

Few running steps later I saw that that stranger didn't see me anymore or didn't follow me either. I had always been careful with strangers and besides he looked rich.. I didn't need any hate towards me, especially this very day. I was quite sure I was going to see him later on the Titanic, as he looked like he had packed almost all of his belongings to that huge suitcase of his. And not even the rich wore every day so expensive clothing. I wished I had a suit like he did, well, maybe I would someday. Not now though.

Taking my time I wandered around the streets and just walked around and enjoyed myself. I wasn't in a hurry and I didn't often visit the center city, so there was no any kind of a need to rush. Except when I saw my ex. I noped and fastened my footsteps, trying to get away from her. It had been two years and she still didn't let go of me, and would literally follow me around and strike me with too many questions at once. Not that I'd reply, I never did actually.

Glancing behind myself occasionally I reached the harbour, and the very next moment I run into someone. Someone tall. But instead of hearing an old man nagging at me angrily how the young didn't have any knowledge how to look where they're going, I heard a young guy's voice. "What th-" His voice was cut off by my stuttering words.

"I-I'm so sorry, mr! Please forgive me, I wasn't looking where I was going-" I started explaining with fast words, barely having the courage to look up in shame. But when I did, I saw him. It was him. The pretty boy. And I, Kim Minseok, just literally ran into the pretty boy who had been staring at me earlier. He showed his powerful character by silencing me with just clearing his throat. I stared him, taking a breath, getting ready for being mocked. That's what they all do, right?

But, instead of getting mocked, I was surprised to see him looking at me with more curiousness than anger. And instead of trying to look smart, I literally stared forever into his eyes, feeling like I almost saw his soul. Well, maybe not forever, but it for sure felt like it. I wondered if I actually had hurt him as his cheeks were bright red coloured, almost matching his red tie. "Don't worry.." he spoke. The rest of the words were just blurred together being a mess inside of my head.

"You didn't get hurt, right?" my mouth gaped, I wanted to insist him that he couldn't be caring about me after I had slammed to his back - oh, so, rudely. I couldn't read the emotion he had on his face, but he definitely wasn't one of those "big" bosses, just wanting to push people around.

I shrugged, wanting to be quiet but not rude. "N-no, I'm.. Fine." I mentally cursed for stuttering so much. His blushed and petite face had now a faint smile, making everything except him feel irrelevant. As he seemed to accept my apology, I assumed I could leave and fast. "Have a.. Nice day." His facial expression changed immediately, to what I could swear was wanting to say something, but no words came out. Grabbing the chance I took my last glance at his slim features and almost ran away. That was a close one.

But even after this, I wanted to see him again.