The Titanic Incident » xiuhan

Chapter 4

Luhan wasn't the only one outside. The bright day would attract hundreds of people to stay outside even if it was freezy on the ship's deck. Of course that didn't stop Luhan nor Minseok making their way out their cabins to see what the ocean looked like, feeling as free as two birds who had been released into the wild.

While Luhan didn't seem to have a care in the world, Minseok was worried. He wasn't conserned of this ship's stability nor the size of the ocean but how he would survive in unknown environment for him.

Trying to stop his thoughts attacking his mind, he grabbed his dark blue, almost worn out trenchcoat and made his out his cabin where he had had his very first taste of his new future.

Luhan's P.O.V.

Pressing the bowler hat of mine deeper into my head, I made my way outside. Thinking of what had happened in under 24 hours, was breathtaking. Well, not for me in this case. I was used to it.

My thoughts crawled back to that little baozi-faced person, who I seemed to grow attraction towards. I hoped he didn't notice, but at the same time I was almost thirsty for that attention, for the reason that only god knows.

Spotting a couple of familiar looking girls my body froze hopefully unnoticeably under many layers of clothing. Their eyes roamed around the deck looking for faces they'd recognize; probably to ask them to dance, was my wild guess. There'd be dances later in the evening but I didn't really care.. How could I with that.. baozi in my mind?! I sighed amusedly at my own thoughts. Maybe I needed to bond with someone, was that it? Maybe, just, maybe.

Slowly making my way past those couple girls, holding the bowler hat in front of their view of my face, they didn't pay any attention to my awkwardly careful walking. Knowing they would spot me earlier or later, I placed the hat better on my head and made my way towards the railings, eager to see the ocean closer. We hadn't been sailing for a long time yet, but the clear view of people had already disappeared into blurriness. I didn't mind, honestly.

Finding peace in situations such as this, I was fairly lucky to be on this ship.

Hearing the calling of bells I knew the brunch was ready, but I didn't bother to move inside, instead making my way to the railings feeling the cold air woosh past me. A lot of people headed inside, but hearing thunderous heels walking towards me, I knew my hiding-behind-my-hat-to-avoid-contact-with-people trick hadn't worked.

Minseok's P.O.V.

Pulling my trenchcoat on, I decided to take a look around the ship. The brunch that had been very recently served greeted my senses as I walked outside. It had distinctly drawn people inside to enjoy their brunch, while I wasn't interested in that the slightest bit. Still feeling satisfied by the breakfast my mom had made me in the morning made me surpass the idea of eating brunch. Of course, dinner would be the next meal being served, but I knew I'd do.

Ruffling my short brownish hair I entered the deck, now seeing that we had already diverted far from the port. Not wanting to use any time being sad about life's tendency to change drastically from time to time I let myself wander closer to the railings. There wasn't nearly as much people as there had been when I had entered the ship, and I embraced it, enjoyed it. I had never liked big crowds. Now taking a longer look around me, I saw only few figures of people enjoying themselves on the deck, mostly being people who seemed to be in love.

Even that slenderly skinny and tall-ish guy who had creeped on me earlier was with some girl, seeing her smaller figure.

Stuffing my hands to the big pockets of my coat I observed the couple, soon realizing they might not be together after all. Or if they were, they were having a relationship crisis, right in front of my observing gaze.

He seemed to stare at the girl for a while seemingly uncomfortably nodding. The smaller person jumped and happily nodded at him, leaving him sighing as she cheerily chirped her last words and hurried to join the others to the brunch. Looking down to the ocean, he seemed anxious, or could I say, stressed, somehow. I wish I knew why, but I thought it couldn't be helped as I didn't know even his name.

A sudden wave made the whole deck rise drastically and not at all slowly, instead hitting all the people standing on there, making some people fall over and leaving me with balancing issues. Grabbing the closest chair I avoided sliding down to the floor, but there was someone who caught my eyes.

That. Guy.

Shakingly gripping on the lower rail he was half way slid outside of the deck, his lower body hanging over nothing but strong waves of the ocean.

Letting go of the trusted chair I ran at him, not caring about the stares I was getting. The dozen, maybe two dozen steps I took felt like they were in slow motion, me keeping my eyes directly on the hands that held on the railing desperately.

Reaching his gasping figure I kneeled beside the railing and as strongly as I ever could I grasped his surprisingly small wrists and closing my eyes I pulled his shaking body back on the deck, leaving both of us silent and shocked. Breathing heavily and opening my eyes I saw he was safe again and let his slim arms off my grasp backing off, not wanting to hear the sadly famous question, also known as "are you poor? Get off me!" but it never occured.

Time froze as he gasped and lifted himself off the floor supported on his arms, turning his head with frightened eyes to contact with mine, equally confused and tense. He stared at me in for a few seconds without a clear emotion showing on his face, soon turning his head away grabbing the railings and getting up rather slowly. He turned out to be a lot taller then I was, making me awkwardly look upwards to him.

His breath evening out slowly but surely he made more sure eye contact to me, getting his shaken confidence back piece by piece.

Me who had been backing away slowly to avoid any kind of hurting words he could shout at me without further thinking, was stopped by his hand firmly grasping on mine.

"Who are you?"