The Titanic Incident » xiuhan

Chapter 3

Guards walked on the edges of the harbour, whistling and waving the mass of people to step away from the ship - it'd soon be the time to leave. The seemingly richer-looking people walked closer to the ladders, while the others waved, hugged and kissed the leaving ones. Girlfriends, boyfriends, children, wives, husbands, parents, lonely ones. Someones were aiming for a new start, someones were just wanting to see the world. To see what was in the other side of the ocean.

In the middle of these people, there was two males, ready to start a new life, ready to aim for their best in their new home. Luhan and Minseok, not exactly knowing where they were headed.

But they thought it was alright. They were young, full of life, full of strength and wanting to explore; something that the olders lacked.

The thirst for new adventures.

Waving goodbyes for the strangers, who were crying, laughing, smiling and most importantly, letting their close ones to go, Minseok and Luhan thought that was the official, new start. Now they would be on their own. Luhan, who had traveled earlier, had no problem of leaving, but Minseok, poor and loyal to his single mom, had never left the country. Maybe he could do this. Just maybe.

Minseok's P.O.V

'I can do this', I psyched myself as the ship's huge honk blasted in the thin air. Sure, this was my first time far away from home, but I could do it. I can survive! An unexpected slash of adrenalin ran in my spine, leaving me screaming and waving my arms in the air, shouting my last goodbyes to my home and the people. Even if my cries of feelings were drowned under the others' goodbyes, it didn't stop me.

"Bye Southampton! Bye home! I'll come back wealthy and well!"

I promise. My eyes hovered over the mass who had scarves, hats and hands wildly flailed up in the air. Colourful and almost desperate sight made me speachless.

Suddenly hearing an almost girly voice I looked beside me, only to find the pretty boy standing maybe 20 metres from me, swishing his black, brand new bowler hat in the air.

"Goodbye!" his beautiful, god-like tone of voice echoed along over the two thousand other passengers. Forcing my brown eyes off his slender figure I gulped and tried to keep my attention away from him; He was clearly the upper class, unlike me. Unlike me and my poor life. Unlike me and my experiences. Continuing the waving I felt the ship vibrate lightly due to leaving the harbour, slowly but surely.

Cheering increased its noise level and we waved like it was the last time we'd ever see Southampton and these faces and buildings again. Maybe it would be the very last time here. Maybe these would be the very last breaths of this air we would ever experience.

Sighing, I watched how the shapes of people got smaller and smaller as we left the harbour. Smiling for myself I wiped off a stray tear from my cheek and inhaled the air, feeling a hint of sadness.

Let's do this, Minseok.

Luhan's P.O.V

The ship's leaving wasn't much special: just another ship, yet this one was bigger than the ones I had traveled on earlier. The passengers were a lot more passioned than the smaller ships - or boats I had ever been on had had.

Even if I had my pride, it didn't stop me from yelling my goodbyes in the crowded harbour, even if no one wanted to hear me. I recognized a lot of faces at first but they blurred as the ship took off slowly. I heard a lot of shouting next to me but there was this one voice; if you know those people who can sing insanely high, you know what I'm talking about. This voice was something like that, and a quick glance to the left revealed it was the guy. I should probably come up with a nickname for him from now on if I was going to look at him like this, it sounded clumsy to say just "the guy".

I'll call him.. Mmh.. I tried to steal looks of him. What would fit him? ..Baozi? Yeah, baozi. Silly, but I got the image of baozis when I look at him. I wonder why.

After the ship had taken off to a bit further from the harbous, cheering lessened from crazy to none, and I was more than happy about that as I strolled to my cabin. Opening the door to my luxurious cabin my senses were immediately filled with sense of expensive fragnance and gorgeous, red and light wood furniture almost screamed expensive. After staring at the cabin and silently accepting the fact this would be my home for a while, I sighed and grabbed the keys, stepping out of the cabin and locking the door behind me. Placing the keys into the pocket underneath my jacket that was on top of my actual suit, I made my way back to the very front of the ship. The weather being rather freezy for me, I placed the round hat deeper on my head and shifted my hands deeper into my pockets of the dark grey trenchcoat of mine. Seeing how the harbour farthened slowly but surely, I allowed myself to stare in the distance for a good while. Memorizing everything I had experienced in that very city. Memorizing every emotion I had experienced in this very morning.

It was true, I was maybe a little annoyed that my parents, specifically dad as I suspended, had sent me away from home to travel overseas to find a girlfriend. Or even better for him, a wife.

But I hadn't ever experienced an exact romance. I didn't know why, but the girls around my city just used to follow me around. They'd scream my name, want to hold my hands or luggage, make faces at the guys they passed by when following me. And not once I had felt anything towards them. Well, by anything, I of course meant romantically. I wouldn't help feeling even the slightest bit of annoyance towards them. At first they were of course, maybe a little bit of funny. Nice. It was entertaining to have a girl or two strolling around the streets with me. But slower there was more of them. From two to four to six. I couldn't go to a café alone!

I huffed. Wishfully no one would follow me around in New York.

Breathing in the fresh air I let my gaze wander on the great amount of fellow passengers; I could almost immediately tell who were the richer ones.

Sometimes it was a shame to be one of them. People would always assume I was a horrible human being at the first glance.

It was true that most of the rich were horrible. The reproachful looks you could get from them was something me, one of them, got in daily basis.

Maybe I could find someone not rich to be friends with here. Maybe maybe.

Let's do this, Luhan.