San sighed as he tried to focus on his watch. He knew the pirates had done him and Wooyoung a massive favor by taking them in, so he couldn't really say no when he was told to do something. But that didn't stop him from feeling separation anxiety while being apart from Wooyoung.
The boy still hadn't fully woken up, and they had been at sea for a couple weeks now. He still fought against a fever occasionally, but Seonghwa knew enough about herbs and remedies he managed to combat it easily.
His back was starting to heal too, but San knew he would be scarred for life. The thought of that made him sick. Not because it would make Wooyoung any less attractive to him, but because he hadn't been there to protect him.
San glanced down at the door to the sick bay for the umpteenth time. He had seen Seonghwa go in there and come out with a sad look on his face. He didn't like watching that from where he sat in the crow's nest.
"What are we going to do, Youngie? You have to get better for me." He tilted his head back and looked up into the sky, sending a prayer up to Aurora.
The night itself was uneventful, as it tended to be. While it was an ocean world now, it was still fairly uncommon to come across another ship. At least that's what Hongjoong said. It made sense though, mankind was dying out...
As the sun started to peak over the eastern horizon, San stretched and yawned before climbing down the main mast. He noticed Mingi make his way over to the cabins and Yunho making his way to the deck. Yunho ducked his head and quickly moved away from Mingi and San took note of the terrified look in the taller's eyes.
Mingi looked after Yunho, a slight snarl curling his lip before disappearing into the cabin. San took a moment to step over to where the brown haired boy was checking on the cannons. "Are you ok?"
Yunho looked at him in surprise, losing a little color from his face. "Y-Yeah, I'm fine." He forced a smile and quickly returning to his work. His hands were shaking.
San tucked this information away and hurried into the sick bay. He found Wooyoung still sleeping, his back exposed to the cool morning air. His mouth was open slightly and San sat on the floor next to him, reaching up to wipe away the small drop of drool hanging from the corner of his mouth.
The adorable look on the younger's face made him smile as he ran his hands through the faded purple hair. He did notice, however, that Wooyoung had lost a lot of weight.
They had never been at what a normal person would call a 'healthy wait', but they were never starved unless they disobeyed.
There was a bowl of cold broth sitting on the table next to the bed. Yet another meal missed.
"Youngie," San leaned forward and whispered softly. "Youngie you have to eat. I know it's hard, and I know it hurts. But you need to push through it." He took Wooyoung's limp hand in his and kissed each finger. "Please, for me."
He leaned forward and let his head rest next to Wooyoung's, dozing off to the gentle sound of his breathing. San awoke some time later to a soft pressure on his hand. His eyes flew open and he lifted his head up to see Wooyoung's large, beautiful eyes staring back at him. A soft smile tugged at the corner of his mouth and San felt his heart melt.
"Sannie?" His voice was so soft and his eyelids fluttered a little.
"I'm here, baby. I'm here." San reached up and stroked his cheek. "How are you feeling?"
"Everything hurts..." Wooyoung winced and closed his eyes, his forehead scrunched in pain. "What happened?"
"What do you remember?" San bit his lip and squeezed the other's hand.
Wooyoung's eyes seemed to glaze over. San knew he was remembering the whip... "Hey, it's ok. It's over now." San took one hand and ran it through Wooyoung's hair again, knowing it was one of the things that comforted him the most.
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All of my life, I was searching. It looks like it can reach. Cloudy mirage, Dreamer, The sea of fear and joy. I saw it felt it in my dream that day. I'm sure that we will find someday. Following the blurry afterimage. One stroke each night. Sketch...