The Titanic Incident » xiuhan

Chapter 5

Minseok's P.O.V.

The sudden tight grip holding my wrist forced my great escaping plan, also known as backing slowly away, to stop.

"Who are you?"

A breath escaped my lips as my feet stopped and body tensed up. Something in his eyes told me to run, while there was a minority of burning need for answers.

"A- I'm .. uh.." having trouble speaking I frowned and bit my lower lip, time almost freezing around his his hand still strongly grasping on my old coat. Tilting his head almost too kindly he continued questioning me with a silent stare.

"Lu Han." he said suddenly nodding and smirking slightly, the air turning a little unsure. I was beyond surprised by that, as his imago had seemed very sure and confident.

Air wasn't the only thing I was surprised of because I knew him. Well, didn't exactly "know" him but there was a very familiar feeling what came alongside of hearing his name, told by that almost heavenly unusual voice of his.

"Han?" I gasped.

I remembered how I had delivered mail to the richer neighbourhood when I had been younger. I had seen a child on rare occasions outside, mostly sitting outside instead of playing. For the strangest reason had grown some attraction towards him, wanting to go ask him what he was doing not playing with his expensive, huge variety of toys he had sitting right in front of him in that yard.

But of course, I couldn't, being something as low and filthy as poor.

But this time there wasn't any wall between us. There wasn't a line of expensive unloved toys only decorating the yard nor a heavy bag full of mail splitting us apart. Right here, in this moment, here was only heavy tension and thin air.

"Kim..

.. Minseok."

His face had a nearly unsure smile plastered on as he let the dark blue fabric slide out of his hand. "See you around, Minseok." echoed in my ears when he walked away, barely lifting up his arm messaging his byes to me.

Left standing there dumbfolded, I watched as his figure disappeared inside.

What was his motive telling his name to me? As if he would ever be able to talk to me, more like why would that son from the unloved yard do that?

One and a million questions floating in my head, screaming their turn in my confused head, I stuffed my already reddish and cold hands back to the huge pockets of the coat of mine. Swearing I still felt that tight, desperate grasp on my wrist, even if minutes had passed of that time stopping moment, I tried to forget it as I stared at the ocean with wandering eyes, curiousness and surprising events by my side.

My wandering thoughts were stopped when something dark coloured almost flew out of the deck, and I hurriedly grabbed it. Having it in my hands, I immediately could tell what it was and sighed. Oh no.

Luhan's P.O.V.

Still, knowing the borders, or as I liked to think of them, "borders", of forbidded interaction between the rich and the poor, the "great" and the "filthy", the "smart" and the "stupid", I had just grabbed his wrist, in a rather tight manner. Not bothering to glance around me in case anyone was looking, I had whispered a question lightly lowering myself to be on his level.

"Who are you?"

In fact, I knew who he was. I knew his figure by the very first look I had stolen of him; every breath, every movement, every little detail.

He was the one who I'd seen nearly daily delivering a small stack of letters, newspapers, some lucky days even advertisements with funky letters and temptation to buy this and that. He was the one whom I had dreamt of playing with, with the enormous amount of unlikely loved toys.

Watching him stop by the mail box, digging out the mail, placing it carefully into the box and leaving was my daily routine, as was observing him, and I felt the burning gaze he had placed on my still staying body; probably questioning why I not once played with my toys, when he had none.

But right this moment, many years later, here was nothing between is except thin air and tension.

"A- I'm .. uh.." his stuttering was the very first time I had ever heard him talk. The calming, almost, soothing tone of voice made my tightened facial expression disappear. Biting his lower lip in frustration of not being able to talk without stuttering and soon frowning, I gave him a moment still sternly holding onto his coat-covered arm.

Knowing his eyes were hoovering over me in confusion I looked at him back, tilting my head signaling I was still questioning his name.

I gave in to his dark eyes and pleading form.

"Lu Han." I nodded and let a small smirk appear on my face, hoping he wouldn't notice it was turning unsure. Meeting someone who I had admired for years, having a job, freedom, and now so close sighted, beyond beautiful fairly coloured skin and dark eyes, had my always staying ego disappear out of the reach.

"Han?"

He asked immediately, surprising me with his voice. He remembered me.

Or, so I thought, hoping so. Hearing how his breathing was tense, he then continued.

"Kim..

.. Minseok."

Kim? Minseok?

Not wanting to continue, I let his wrist go from my grasp and smiled unsurely.

"See you around, Minseok." his name flowed easily and gorgeously out of my mouth as I walked past him, slightly waving at him and painfully turning my gaze away from him and stopping smiling. Memories were so painfully familiar I had to get out of his observing gaze and soon.

Walking inside not caring of the other people I leaned the wall and took a few long breaths, as if I had been deprived of oxygen for hours. Running my cold hand through the messy hair of mine I noticed something. My hat.

I stopped breathing out of horror and peeked outside, only to see the blue coated person picking it up when it almost flew out of the deck and looking around fast before carrying it with him somewhere, probably towards the staff to give the hat back to its owner. With his quick steps he walked out of my gaze.

Swearing under my breath, I felt a tap on my shoulder.

"Han, will you be my dance partned for the night's dance?"

I inhaled. Why.