Horizon (traitor) //ateez ff

money

"What if a kid just dropped them off from running through their houses?" Changbin suggested at Seonghwa who is still wondering at the longing apple he brought last night.

"I am not certain, but I tried chasing the faint light and managed to get closer to them." He scans the apple by his hands and never stopped wondering.

Changbin let out a sigh. "You've been talking about that overnight, and didn't get to fall asleep. Other than that," he brings his sight at the again bandaged leg of Seonghwa.

He fell again while catching up at the swift owners of faint light when he himself know that a healing injury will still be affected and much worse, worsen its state. His injury wasn't fully recovered from the battle they had with Captain Yunseok and his fellow black minions. "That should be rested instead of walked."

"I'm alright, there is no need to worry, thank you for the concern anyway Changbin..." Seonghwa thanked the bulky friend of his with a gentle smile lingering on his soft face.

"Call out my name, or any member of the crew if you need assistance!" Changbin bid as he part his way to go through Hongjoong to help him ready the money they got from Hongjoong's uncle, Kim Namjoon, to buy a ship to sail. 

They visited the local market of Gwangju village.

The market of Gwangju is, not surprisingly chaotic and noisy, just like Wooyoung, bursting a laugh, no, more like sprinkling rain of saliva at her front, Jooyoung couldn't help but laugh at her own thoughts, why is she like this to Wooyoung?

"Stop wailing around, old hag." Wooyoung hissed at the injured Seonghwa at his back. Seonghwa on the other hand, scoffed. Wooyoung needs to bear with it, he volunteered in getting Seonghwa a piggyback after all.

"An old hag? I am indeed older than you, but I am not a dramatic lass like you! " The older spat out, right at Wooyoung's redden ear. Jooyoung, even Yeosang also, will forever agree with Wooyoung being a drama queen.

The captain of their crew, Kim Hongjoong, has his fingers rubbing the creased forehead of his own. So this is my crew. 

A tap startled the boy with golden locks, as he snaps his head towards the person who almost gave him a heart attack, a pair of arms wraps around his tiny body. "Mr. Gold," it was San. "don't crumple your forehead."

With the words of the younger, Hongjoong felt a bit warm inside. Please don't think maliciously. Warm at heart. The newbie captain reached for the brown locks of San,  but stopped as soon as San— "You look freaking old." 

So this is what it feels to be Jooyoung.

Hongjoong brought the whole crew at picking a ship to sail. And there their eyes met a banner, uh, ugly writing on it— or maybe the doer of it is in a rush. Sheep.

"We are going to buy a ship, not a sheep, right?"  He emphasizes the word 'sheep' with a bit of scrunch of the nose and the crease of the forehead. Changbin asked the small leader of his. Oh wait, he is smaller-

But once they walked further, tons of ships were in line. Those huge ships that obviously towers every each of them already have colorful designs plastered on them. But even with the wrong word plastered at the hanging banner above, they cannot deny that the seemingly bad handwriting and wrong spelling contrasts the magnificent ships in line swinging a bit with the small wave dancing at its feet.

"Howdy!"

A man with a bright personality and charming beauty call them out. His brown curly hair goes bouncing a bit, just like the spectacles laying on the bridge of his nose, showing an adorable sight.

"Any of my ships caught your interest?"

The shipwright, or the builder of ships, checks the beautiful paint and carving he made with the help of some, of course -- which is clearly obvious with the colorful and dirty dress he has on. The crew kind of questioned the unfairness of the boy being charming even with wearing dirty clothes.

"Can you recommend us anything, we are having difficulties choosing one." 

Hongjoong indirectly complimented the work of the man, it seems he is just around their age or even younger with how fair his skin is, silky curly hair, sharp face yet in almost round as he beams the crew a smile with his doe eyes turning into sparkling crescents. But Hongjoong isn't also wrong about choosing what ship they could use, it is obvious in his cremates crumpled faces.

"May I ask," the shipwright started. "Are you pirates?" 

he asked, in a low tone. Hongjoong simply nods. 

"And you are the captain?" he, Hongjoong, bobs his head once again. The newbie captain didn't know what to feel, if either calm or alarmed, he doesn't trust those adorable actions of the charming shipwright.

"Then give me words about you." Hongjoong flinched a bit. His thumb jerked at himself with his face showing obvious confusion. Hongjoong never liked talking about his tiny self, especially in front of many people. "Orange and black." the shipwright spoke, with confidence.

"You are friendly and a leader that leads without using an iron fist, the color of orange. Bold and confident, the color of black. " The shipwright points at the eighth ship from the right.

Huh.

The colossal ship is painted in strong orange and charcoal black. Simple, yet beautiful. Hongjoong, and the rest of the crew, have their eyes twinkling as they met the sight of a gigantic ship.

Seonghwa seemingly understood the captain in awe, he likes it, well, everyone does. He politely asks Wooyoung to come close at the charming shipwright— which completely contrasts the babble of the younger. The two left the crew, who are still enchanted by the massive ship. Seonghwa raises the bag of bounty in his hand. "please take this."

whoosh

Wooyoung grunts a bit, did he just see a black figure in just a split second? Even Seonghwa has that question lingering in his mind. The two

"Take what?" the shipwright asked. Making the oldest and the youngest of the crew turn their heads at the questioning man.

"what—"

"Jiseon, catch!"

The money was stolen.