[HIATUS] gift of the sea • woosan + seongjoong

f o u r

Wooyoung stares at himself in the full length mirror. He never took the time to see what exactly he looked like in anything other than a Hanbok, so this was completely foreign to him. A long sleeved white turtleneck shirt tucked into a pair of long black pants that were tight around the waist adorned his body. Over top of that was some weird black sleeveless jacket thing that was cropped a good few inches above the waistband of his pants. They also were oddly cut in some places, but Yeosang stated this was a necessary part of the clothing because of the black large hood that accompanied it. He'd already laced on his black boots.

For some reason, his nerves jumped at the thought of facing the rest of the crew today. Maybe it was because of his meltdown last night, or the fact that he'd be seeing San after what happened in the tub. Whatever it was, he hesitated to open the door, instead pressing his forehead against the wood with a painful grimace. His hand reached up to run gentle fingers against the silver locket. San had said they were stopping in a port soon, since it was starting to change from morning to noon. Almost time for lunch.

Time for Wooyoung to make his escape.

He doesn't know if they expect him to escape after what had transpired. They'd be dumb not to. Regardless of Yeosang and how nice they all seemed, they were still pirates. Wooyoung couldn't just take their word for keeping him safe. He'd gone his entire life protecting himself. He could spare another occurrence. San said he didn't trust him. Well, neither did Wooyoung. Of course Wooyoung didn't trust them. He had no reason to after all that had happened to him.

He just needed to play it nice until the opportunity came to him.

With that thought in mind, Wooyoung opened the door and stepped out, closing it behind him as he walked down to the main deck. His heart raced slightly as he looked around, noticing Hongjoong talking carefully to Yunho who was manning the wheel.

Jongho and Yeosang were on the floor nearby, playing chess.

Mingi and San were nowhere to be seen.

Calmed at the lack of the quartermaster's presence, Wooyoung instead shuffled over to the younger members. Yeosang glances up at him and smiles. "Nice to see you out of the room."

Wooyoung nods, sitting down to watch the game. He eyed the pieces curiously. Jongho notices his stares and grins. "You wanna play?"

Wooyoung blinks. "Oh. I, uh, I've never played western games before. I've seen a chess board, but I've never actually played the game. I don't even know how."

Jongho hums. "I could teach you someday. It's not too difficult once you get the hang of it."

"We have Yut and Jegi Chagi too." Yeosang adds and Wooyoung beams. "You do!?"

The older nods, giving him a bright smile before turning back to their game. "We can play after we come back from the port."

Wooyoung's smile falters.

Oh. Right.

He won't be here to play.

For some reason, the thought suddenly brings him a guilt he hadn't felt before. The fact that they were completely unaware of what Wooyoung was secretly planning gnawed away at his conscious.

"Alright! We're docking here." Hongjoong hollers, walking down the steps confidently. "Jongho, drop the anchor. Yeosang, get the maps."

Wooyoung looked around like a lost puppy as the other moved in complete harmony, so swift and efficient as they complied to their orders. There's no way he could ever be a part of something like this. It was quite precious, honestly. And Wooyoung was a lot of things, but he knew that precious wasn't one of them.