Mors Per Mare (ATEEZ FF)

5

It was too warm. That was the first thing you thought once you came around. It was far too warm. As your other senses added input, you realized you must be in a bed. A bed in a room that had something to do with plants from the rather herbal aroma that filled your nose. Finally, your ears started to work again.

"Do you think she'll be okay?" A familiar deep voice asked.

"For the last time, Mingi. Get the hell out of my infirmary!" Another voice that you knew snapped.

"But-"

"Are you sick?" Yeosang asked, cutting him off.

"No-"

"Are you injured in any way, shape, or form?" He asked, an obvious annoyance in his tone.

"Well, no-" Mingi tried again.

"Then get out!" Yeosang snapped.

"But Y/N-"

"Needs medical attention. Which I can't give her, until you get out of my way." Yeosang finished for the other pirate. "I promise I'll come get you when she feels up to having guests."

"Fine." Mingi huffed after a moment. There were a few steps and the sound of a door shutting.

Opening your eyes finally, you looked around.
You were in a room that was neither big nor small. On the far wall, there were tons of herbs hanging from nails. Under this wall was another bed, much like the one you were in now. In the middle of the room was a table and two stools. On it sat a mortar and pestle with one of the herbs from the wall and a pitcher of water.

Yeosang sat on one of the stools with his back to you, a book open in front of him. You went to sit up but at the fierce pain in your head, you laid back down with a groan.

"Welcome back to the land of the living, Miss Y/N." Yeosang said, glancing over his shoulder at you.

"How long was I out?" You asked him, as he got up from the table to walk over to you.

"A day and a half." He answered, "Hungry?" He asked, nodding in the direction of a plate on the table that you hadn't noticed earlier.

As soon as food was mentioned, your stomach made its presence known with a loud rumble. Yeosang simply smiled and went back to looking at the book on the table. With a grimace you force yourself to sit up, absentmindedly pushing away the blanket that covered you. Then, with a shriek you pull it back up. "Yeosang!" You shouted, but it hurt your head so you began again in a lower tone. "Yeosang, why am I in my underwear?" You asked, biting back the scream of horror at these strangers seeing you so close to naked.

"Is that what you call it? I've never heard of clothing that goes under your underdress. Even Wooyoung's never seen anything like it, and Wooyoung has helped his fair share of women shed their clothes." He told you. You groaned, an image of Yeosang calling in all the members of the crew to look at this new type of clothing. You shrank into a ball under the covers, wondering if you could shrink enough to escape the embarrassment. Chanting "My body is a temple" over and over to yourself, in an attempt to regain your dignity.

"No need to be so dramatic, Y/N. It's not like you're the first woman I've seen naked." He said, trying to help. Although, it really only made you feel worse.

You were silent for several minutes, and you could tell Yeosang was starting to feel guilty when he spoke again.

"I had to look at the bruises on your back somehow. It was purely for healing purposes." The stool made a noise and you knew he was coming over to you.