You've come to the blinding realization that Jeong Yunho is enjoying himself far too much at this very moment. You are standing here preparing to get dragged to high heaven without relent by Hongjoong, and the healer has made himself comfortable in Hongjoong's chair behind his desk, feet propped up on the corner with a pen dangling from his lips like it's a piece of candy. It doesn't help that whenever he stops staring you down, he shifts to look at the man in front of him with sex-laden eyes and you feel positively out of place in this room right now. You are also fairly certain that he's smirking every time Hongjoong releases a deep sigh, but you can't focus on that too much when Hongjoong is dragging this whole process out the way he is. If he would just get on with this inevitable lecture so you don't lose any further shreds of dignity, that would be much preferred.
As though sensing the gaze on the back of his head, Hongjoong turns in his place to glare back at Yunho.
"Can you stop eye-fucking me for two seconds?"
"Not my fault you're hot when seething with rage." Yunho's quip is thrown hastily back, bringing a huff from Hongjoong's lips as he shakes his head.
"Knock it off before I kick you out."
"Cute," Yunho singsongs back, and he lets a smile stretch around the body of the pen between his teeth. "I'd like to see you try."
"Now is not the time, Yunho."
"I hardly mind an audience!"
"You won't be allowed to go on the recovery mission for Mingi," the captain starts at last, pointedly ignoring Yunho's last comment as he redirects his focus to where you stand. Yunho pokes his tongue out alongside the pen, glancing between you and Hongjoong, but you only give him your attention for that brief moment. "I highly doubt I need to even begin to explain why this is my decision, but it would be best for you to hear it directly from me. Your actions last night, to put it mildly, were both irrational and childish. You reacted poorly to an already tense situation and not only put yourself at risk, but the safety of the crew at risk as well. What would have happened if you had killed Jisung last night? We would not have had the location of San and thus had no way of knowing where he is being held. You were reckless on all accounts, refusing to listen to both your captain and your lieutenant, who called out to you multiple times while you were talking with Jisung but you seemed unable to hear him in the slightest."
All you can do is press your lips together and chew at the inside of your cheek. Hongjoong is not wrong, of course, and you would be the first to admit that your outburst last night was more than just a lapse in judgment. As for Seonghwa trying to get you to stop, you truly have no recollection of that, so if he did attempt that you were unable to hear it. There's no telling how long Hongjoong was lingering at the edge of the room either or if he called you off at all, but those are just unnecessary details at this point.
"Trying to do things on your own out of a purely emotional reaction does nothing for the crew as a whole. Thus, there is no way in hell I would ever let you go on this mission. Allowing you to go would teach you nothing; it would simply tell you that you can get away with shit like that. And I'm telling you now that you cannot and will not under my command." Hongjoong brings his arms up to cross over his chest. He shifts his weight from one foot to the other, still leaned up against the front of his desk as before, and though his tone reads anger, you can't find any in his posture. Yunho's still teasing that pen between his teeth. "Yeosang and Jongho will accompany Jisung to recover Mingi according to the agreement you struck up with Jisung. Whereas you, Y/N, will remain on the bridge being monitored since you cannot seem to act like an adult on your own."
The not-so-subtle dig should burn your pride, but this is humiliating enough to have you already in the lowest depths of your dignity.
"Along with that, we have come up with a failsafe for if Jisung acts up. If he decides to get rowdy and misbehave himself, then you will be strapped to a chair and punished for each of his missteps. That's... not a conclusion we came to lightly and it's not one we wish to enact as you are a member of the crew, but we are not sure how else to keep Han in line."
"Tch, do your worst," you scoff. You nearly mirror his stance and cross your arms over your chest, but you think twice when you see the quirk of his brow at your tone. You have pushed your luck enough in the past twenty-four hours, so perhaps you need to hold back just a tad until Hongjoong is less... on edge with you. "I was ready to kill myself last night to stop him. What more can you do to me now?"
Now, it's Hongjoong's turn to scoff, and the huff of air that follows is so sharp it sounds like a whistle. He pushes off the desk in the same movement, arms falling down to his sides, and with each following word, he takes a step closer to where you stand.
"You think you can afford to be reckless and risk your life over someone as insignificant and pathetic as Han Jisung?"
He's close enough to jab a finger into your sternum now, knocking hard against the bone just beneath your collarbone. His height disadvantage from last night is gone as well; he must have had time to make himself presentable before calling you up to be drawn and quartered (seemingly for Yunho's amusement because he's just having the absolute time of his life over there).
"Do you have every right to act that way with him? Perhaps you do, but you will not, under any circumstances, threaten your own life to prove a point under my command." Hongjoong presses closer, enough to hiss his next words against the shell of your ear and leaving you to stare past his shoulder directly at Yunho. "I need you alive. When you agreed to be part of my crew, you trusted me with your life. And as such, I will not allow you to throw your own life around so foolishly. Understood?" The distance between you increases as he leans back. You expect more words from him but all he does is arch a brow and stare at you with inquiry to his gaze.
"Yes, Hongjoong," you murmur before going back to chewing at your lower lip. Hongjoong catches your chin with his index finger a moment later though, forcing you to look back at him.
"Do not mistake my kindness last night for mercy, Y/N. I am your captain still and you will regard me as such."
"Yes, Captain," you grit out, teeth pressed so tight that your jaw hurts as you speak. Hongjoong laughs — whether it's at your expression or the way you force the words out is unbeknownst to you, but he steps back to give you more space after you respond. Yunho hums from his place at Hongjoong's desk. He slips the pen out to point the tip in your direction, a cruel smile pulling the corners of his lips up.
"It seems you were right after all, Captain," he singsongs. "Here I thought you wouldn't be able to keep her in line." Hongjoong rolls his eyes a bit at that but does nothing more than sending a half-hearted glare back at Yunho over his shoulder.
"What's going on?" You ask as you watch their brief interaction with a narrowed gaze of your own.
"Hm, nothing, nothing. Now, the real reason I don't want you going on the mission to retrieve Mingi is that you will be going on the team to recover San."
"The what?" You echo, brows rising at the mention of San. Hongjoong continues as though you didn't interrupt, not pausing to answer your question.
"I don't want to run the crew too thin as it is, but it's best to send more people with Jisung in the off chance he does decide to misbehave. Once that team returns, you will be dispatched with Wooyoung to recover San." Hongjoong pauses to smile a little. "That works out best for you, does it not?"
Frankly, Hongjoong has no reason to send you on the recovery mission for San. If he were truly punishing you, he wouldn't even let you dream of it. So why?
"Why would you let me go on that mission knowing it's what I want? Wouldn't a true punishment be to not send me on that mission?" You inquire against better judgment. Hongjoong shoves his hands into his pockets and tilts his chin to the ceiling.
"The punishment," he starts in a slow, drawling tone, "is refusing to send you on the mission you tried to plan yourself without my approval. And given how eager you are to both protect San and bring him back unharmed, I know that I can trust you to do that. Initially, I was going to send you alone on this mission but Seonghwa suggested sending Wooyoung along too."
Even with Seonghwa locked up, they still work together on plans and missions. Despite fighting just yesterday as well. You purse your lips as you listen to Hongjoong talk, moreso because of the mention of Wooyoung and Seonghwa's suggestion that he come along. Seonghwa knows of Wooyoung's identity, as well as yours, and those facts combined leave you more baffled than anything else. Why the hell would Seonghwa suggest sending two Sirens off on a dangerous mission like this one?
Hongjoong pulls a hand out of his pocket to tap at his chin.
"Today will be a busy day for all of us, but it should be the last busy day for quite some time. If Jisung complies and everything goes according to plan, that is. Yeosang and Jongho will be leaving to accompany Jisung for Mingi's retrieval in forty-five minutes. They are slated to return late afternoon. Should the mission go off without a hitch, you and Wooyoung will depart shortly after they get back. I will fill you both in on further details later when you are both present. I hesitate to interrupt whatever Yeosang and Wooyoung may be doing at present." Yunho snorts at that comment, covering the sound with the back of his hand. "After today, you all will be able to have some time to rest and recover before we move forward. We won't be leaving the planet immediately though. Seonghwa and I are to depart for a short mission of our own tomorrow."
He doesn't add any more detail to that bit of information. You can read the context clues and the shift in mood well enough though, and think you have a good grasp of what that mission might be. Subconsciously, your gaze flits over to Yunho again, but his expression is flat and unreadable, leaving nothing for you to pick up on. Hongjoong offers a strained smile that doesn't reach his eyes.
"Even though you had many missteps last night, your conversation with Seonghwa was, for the most part, not one of them. You did well and kept your promise to leave the decision in his hands in that regard. Your errors were only in what followed that conversation. It's not easy for someone in your position to show such empathy, yet you managed to do so anyway. Given what Seonghwa and I talked about after you were dismissed, you... you managed to make him feel a bit more human and helped him recognize that his feelings are not obsolete. So, I thank you for that much. I won't lecture you any further for now, but I do still have many qualms with how you handled Jisung's taunting and how that behavior affected Seonghwa in turn. I'm in a decent enough mood to not lecture you about that right now. You have earned a sliver of my trust. Work hard to get my respect next."
You arch a brow, fighting to hold back the scoff that threatens to spill forth.
"What makes you think I want your respect to begin with?"
Hongjoong matches your expression with a fire of his own, and some light returns to his grin.
"Arrogance."
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The cool metal floor of the bridge burns your knees even through the thick material of your pants. You're trying your best not to let it affect you, but the combination of the freezing cold along with Hongjoong's unending glare on your back is nothing pleasant. You can't see his glare head-on, which could either be viewed as a good thing or a bad one depending on your perspective. Right now, however, you find it to be unsettling: the way you kneel in front of the observation window that still overlooks a mostly empty hangar bay with Hongjoong seated in his captain's chair behind you. It would be entirely less frightening if not for the way Hongjoong is twirling a knife in one hand and humming under his breath, just faint enough for you to overhear although you don't recognize the tune. With one leg crossed over the other and his chin propped up on his free hand, his position only exudes power. That's very much a power you can feel all too well in this moment, knowing exactly what the intents and purposes of that knife are.
The captain is communicating with Yeosang through the comms system, and in turn, he's keeping tabs on Jisung's behavior throughout their mission. You're banking on Jisung not acting out of line so you can preferably preserve yourself from further bodily harm, but the threat looms past your shoulder nonetheless. Jongho went along with the pair, another hopeful guarantee of Mingi's safety, yet you were not even allowed to watch them leave thanks to your behavior last night.
The silence hanging between the two of you is deafening, and your thoughts won't settle for more than a few seconds, so you're the one to break the silence once it starts to drag.
"Could I ask you something about tomorrow?"
"Go ahead."
"If Seonghwa were to regret his decision, what would you do?"
It might be a bit of a loaded question, one that he could very well refuse to answer, and his sharp inhale of breath makes you believe he might just do that. Then, a few breaths later, he speaks.
"There isn't much I could do," he admits. "Though I would do anything and everything in my power to ease the burden on his shoulders in that case. And you? What would you do if you reach San too late? If he's already had the serum injected?"
"Do you truly believe he has?" You inquire back, and despite your attempts to sound firm and resolute, you come across more afraid than anything else.
"I know San's resilience well enough to believe he would never do that, but that wasn't the question. No matter how slim the chances of failure are, you must be prepared for any possible outcome."
"Failure?" You retort, bristling a bit where you are seated. You cast a look over at Hongjoong through the reflection, moreso just to glare at him, but you don't think he can see you looking. "Recovering San would never be a failure. The only failure on this mission would be not being able to retrieve him." Despite those claims, you can't shake the thoughts of San forgetting you in your dreams the previous night. You thought the worst pain imaginable would be finding him dead, but him forgetting you before you get the change to — no, it's not good to dwell on those concerns now.
"Does that mean then that recovering him even at the cost of his memories is still a success to you?"
"The only failure would be not rescuing him," you reiterate, pushing your tone a bit so it echoes through the bridge. Hongjoong huffs out a laugh. "During my time in the military, I was taught to accept any possibility on a mission. Even if it's not what I want, I have to accept that a San who is alive and well but cannot remember me is better than one who is broken, gone, or worse."
You dare to glance over your shoulder to catch a glimpse of Hongjoong's face. He's smiling a little, just enough to cast the shadow of a grin over his lips.
"You never would have passed for an Elitist, you know?"
"Is that supposed to be a criticism?"
"You are choosing the most logical option, yet your reasoning for doing so is purely emotional. Yeosang would have offered no explanation."
"And yet he cried every night Wooyoung was gone."
"Of course he did, Y/N. That's not the point I'm trying to make," Hongjoong states. He lifts a brow at you. "The key issue most people have when pretending to be Elitists is that they try to erase all signs of emotion. Elitists still have emotions and feel them as strongly as the rest of us. They merely ignore those emotions often in favor of more reasonable and logical outcomes. Yeosang could have cried every night for months straight, but if I had offered an illogical plan to recover Wooyoung, he would not have taken it."
"I don't believe that," you counter, grumbling the words under your breath before turning back to the observation window.
"Did I hear my name? Are you guys gossiping about me without me?"
"Ah, there you are."
You glance back immediately at the sound of the newcomer, catching the broad grin on Hongjoong's lips as he too stands to greet Wooyoung.
"What took so long?"
"Yunho did my hair!" The man reaches behind his head and pulls back the top half of his hair as he matches Hongjoong's smile with his own toothy one. The whole underside is a blinding blond, top half left black and hanging loose around his face. "Looks hot, doesn't it?" Hongjoong releases what sounds like a snort then swipes a hand at Wooyoung's. The movement sends a surge of panic through you for a second, not because you think Hongjoong would truly hit Wooyoung, but because of how the younger might react to the hasty swipe. He crushes that fear in an instant, laughing loud and clear as Hongjoong lands his palm on the other's head and ruffles his newly dyed hair until it's a mess atop his head.
"Ask Yeosang when he gets back. Did you make time to visit Seonghwa too?"
Wooyoung's smile wavers some at that.
"I did, yeah." Wooyoung glances down. Even with the odd angle, you can see the conflict in his features and the way his brows strain to keep from slipping further together. Hongjoong must see it too because he's next to speak.
"...And?"
"It's hard seeing him in that position," Wooyoung says under his breath. "I'm not... not used to it and I hate every ounce of it. I don't like seeing Seonghwa weak, and even though I know he's not, it still feels like he is seeing him that way. Brings out old feelings I'd rather not revisit honestly." Hongjoong brings a hand up to run through his fading blue tresses to hide the way his fingers tremble.
"I'm assuming Han wasn't present when you went down there?"
"I went before they left this morning. With, um, with Yeosang, but Han seemed to be asleep the entire time. Didn't move or look at us at least. We — we didn't talk about anything important either." Wooyoung's gaze flits over to where you're standing. You incline your chin a bit but stay mum, knowing the implication behind his words. They didn't discuss anything related to Sirens, that is, which is mildly encouraging for you if that means anything at all. "Yunho was gonna head down there when we finished my hair too."
If that surprises Hongjoong, the captain doesn't let it show. It shocks you some, on the other hand, given that you've witnessed them fight and argue more than they've been civil in your time on the crew. Commenting on that won't do you any good so you stay quiet, eyeing Hongjoong's demeanor out the corner of your eye while he continues to speak to Wooyoung.
"Anyway, that's not important right now. The mission?"
"Right, the mission," Hongjoong mutters even though his mind seems to be elsewhere. He lifts a hand and beckons you closer, and you move to stand alongside Wooyoung near his chair. "Han disclosed the location of the military complex where San is being held. It's further up in the Upper Echelon than the brother was but also more highly guarded." Hongjoong pauses to spare a glance in Wooyoung's direction. "Are you sure you want to come on this mission? I won't force you if you don't feel ready."
At first, all Wooyoung manages is a thick swallow.
"I... I-I want to be ready," he stutters after a moment of deliberation. "I want — I don't want what happened to me to affect the well-being of the crew."
"I can easily go in your place, Woo. I don't mind if you don't feel comf—"
"No," Wooyoung interjects, shaking his head all the while, and Hongjoong actually falls quiet at the interruption. "No, then what? What's your plan? You want to leave Seonghwa stuck in a cell with Yunho, who can't fucking kill anyone, as his sole protector while some psychopath mills about the ship as he pleases?"
"Yeosang and Jongho will be back with Mingi by then. We have a plan for Jisung as well, to keep him somewhere out of Seonghwa's vicinity and within reach. It will have to do temporarily, and besides, Yunho can step up when he needs to."
"He can't hold a gun without throwing up; what makes you think he has the balls to kill someone?"
"I — we're working on that still, admittedly, but he's getting better."
"Hongjoong, I'm fine. I talked to Yunho yesterday and ran through the whole screening with him. He didn't see an issue with me so I'm clear to go on a mission, and I am okay with going on a mission. I'll be with Y/N the whole time, right? That should be enough! I know how to fight and defend myself. Whatever happened in that brothel shouldn't bother me." Wooyoung, if nothing else, is quite adamant, leaving forward into Hongjoong's space a bit to clutch at his forearm. Hongjoong merely blinks down at the offending hand but does nothing to remove his touch before offering a hesitant nod.
"Okay, I trust you."
"Are you worried about San?" Wooyoung inquires. His teeth sink into his lower lip moments later. If he aims to probe deeper into Hongjoong's feelings, the captain does well to not let anything slip through his countenance.
"I worry for all of the crew. San is no different."
"San is a bit of a special case though, isn't he?"
Now that's a first for you. The first you've heard such a thing be said about San, that is. You have known since the mission in Echidna that Hongjoong values and cares for San quite a bit. To this extent, however? You've not heard anything memorable. Hongjoong and Wooyoung share an unspoken conversation with just that ounce of information, and you are left to your bewilderment. Whatever it is they're talking about, you have no idea. There's no time to ask either because Hongjoong clears his throat and dismisses the topic as quickly as Wooyoung brought it up.
"I'll put the coordinates of the warehouses in Channel 7, so tune over to that channel and sync your wristbands and earpieces. It will just be the three of us and Yeosang listening in this time. As soon as the others get back, Yeosang will bring Jisung to the bridge. I don't want him with Seonghwa anymore, but we still need to keep him on lockdown for now. Jongho will take Mingi to Yunho and help look after him while you two are away. Yeosang asked to be connected for your sake."
"Of course he did," Wooyoung huffs. The roll of his eyes is nothing but affectionate, present but a faux annoyance.
"It's just for precaution though; you won't have any backup in there. Once you two are on the ground, you're on your own." The discomfort Wooyoung exhibits is minimal and hard to catch. It's there, however, a shift from foot to foot and a glance over at the wall like something is about to jump out at him. Hongjoong pushes closer and drops his hands atop the younger's shoulders. "I... hesitate to say this because I do not wish to take this choice away from you, but I think it is in everyone's best interest to keep you off this mission."
"No, no, I'm okay. I'm fine! I can go on the mission, Joong, I want to go on the mission," Wooyoung rambles, head shaking frantically from side to side. "I'm strong enough, I can fight, I can r-recover San. With Y/N. We can recover San."
"You don't need to convince me of that, Wooyoung." Hongjoong's lips fold down. "I also don't need you to go on this mission to prove that. I already know those things of you regardless."
"I just... I w-want to be okay enough to go on the mission because everyone else is," Wooyoung mutters loud enough for both you and Hongjoong to hear. "Everyone else is okay. I don't want anyone to — to worry about whether I'm okay or not."
"Wooyoung..." To your surprise, Hongjoong huffs out a laugh and cracks a strained smile. "My lieutenant has locked himself in the brig, my strategist has been tearing his hair out for days on end and I think I found a bald spot on the back of his head the other day because he's been so stressed over recovering you, my bruiser is quieter and broods more than ever, and our dear ghost here is dealing with seeing an old teammate who manipulated her memories and kidnapped three members of the crew. I have not slept more than three hours in the past two days, and no more than twelve in the past week. The only person who is even mildly okay right now is Yunho, but that's only because he is in denial about how much this is weighing on him and using physical pleasures as a way of coping with the stress. You don't need to be okay because no one else is either. Not right now at least. It would taste a lie to pretend like anything about this situation is something you should be okay with. Once San and Mingi are both back and safe, and once Han Jisung is properly taken care of, then we'll be able to rest and recover."
"I — o-okay." Wooyoung's shoulders fall forward as he relents, but he doesn't put up more of a fight. "Does Yeosang really have a bald spot though? I mean, I yanked his hair pretty hard last night because I got a bit carried away and saw something on the back of his head but I thought I was just seeing things. Is it actually there? Maybe I should be more gentle with his poor head then."
"You — Wooyoung, I-I am not — this is hardly important!"
"Excuse you, my lover's hair growth is extremely important!"
"He has a fucking bald spot, I already told you that much. Now, enough out of you, and get some legitimate rest while you can. Or if you're feeling restless, you can see if Yunho needs help with anything in the medbay."
"Yes, Captain." Wooyoung bows his head a tad before sending a half-hearted wave in your direction. You return the gesture with a smile, watching him turn on his heel and exit the bridge the way he came. His shoulders are pushed back a bit more this time, there's some confidence to his steps that he didn't have when he came, and you can practically feel the relief that oozes off his body even when he's out of sight.
"So that leaves just us then?" You ask once you tear your gaze away from the archway.
"We'll keep Yeosang on the line since Seonghwa will still be unavailable. Nothing else about the plan will need to change." Hongjoong turns back to sit in his chair once more, but you stay put, watching his movements out the corner of your eye.
"You mentioned going back out into the city tomorrow. When do you plan to leave for that?"
"If everything goes well today then... hm, we'll probably leave the planet around three days from now? Just in case Yunho needs other supplies that we don't have readily available here on the ship."
"So there will be one last day here before we all leave? Where we should all be on the ship, I mean?" Teeth sink into your lower lip after you pose the question. Hongjoong's gaze turns analytic and searching, but you offer no more information as it is.
"Yes..." He affirms after several seconds of hesitation. "Why is it you're so curious?"
"Something has been bothering me since recovering Wooyoung from the brothel."
"Enlighten me."
In all honesty, you weren't expecting to even get this far with the conversation. Part of you thought Hongjoong would shut you down before you got a chance to explain yourself, and all the thoughts you had of bringing this up to him were fleeting and momentary. The lack of prior planning makes you stop in your tracks and stutter over air.
"I – in, um, while Jongho and I were waiting for Yeosang to go through, I c-came across a girl who used to be on my team. Back in the military, I mean. She was a worker there and apparently has been since my team defected. It's... I understand that I'm not in any position to ask for things, and she didn't ask me to help her in any way, but I can't help but to want to get her out of there. Seeing what Wooyoung suffered in there wasn't pleasant, and I can't rest easy thinking of her suffering the same way."
Sure you promised Soojin that you would help her find leads on Ash and Juyeon without saying you would help her get out, but her only reason for not wanting freedom was the lack of a place to go. "I don't have anything left out there beyond the House." If you could do anything to convince Hongjoong to take her in, even just for a short period of time to get her back on her feet, that would be more than ideal.
"You can't rest easy? Then forget about her."
"I — what?" You should not have let yourself have an ounce of hope, it seems.
"Put her out of your mind and forget about her if you do not wish to imagine her suffering."
"Hongj— Captain, I can hardly—"
"Y/N, your former teammates seem to have a streak of being less than kind. Don't forget how you acted in your first few days on the ship. How can I trust someone I don't even know to not do the same? And all things considered, I cannot trust your memory to recall the truth." Hongjoong lifts his brows as he speaks. There is no anger in his features or in his tone; moreso a sense of finality that offers the smallest window for you to argue back on the matter. You take the chance nonetheless.
"She can vouch for herself seeing as she helped us escape. You can ask Jongho and Wooyoung as well, they witnessed it as well as how she helped me. Jisung tried to kill her the night of the mission — he sent an assassin to dispatch her before she could see me simply because he knew we would come across each other. And she told me part of what truly happened the night I killed the king, and I believe what she said." You pause to inhale a deep breath of air, lungs straining from the sheer amount of air you are trying to force into them. "Captain, I am not looking for you to drop everything for her. The last two living teammates of my team left with her, but she was alone with no knowledge of where they are or if they are even alive."
"Why waste time thinking of the dead?"
"Why forget about them when there is even the slightest chance they're alive?" You counter. You don't intend to sound so inflamed about the topic, but the heat resides in your tone and burns the tense air hanging between you and the captain. His jaw shifts. "I would bcontent even if you could only promise that I have a way to deliver information about them back to her if possible. I know you have contacts here on Dorado."
"And I suppose you've come up with an entire escape plan as well?"
"I — no, I hadn't thought of that. To be honest, I'm not even sure she wants to be saved, but that could only be because she doesn't see a way out."
"You have a knack for wanting to save people who don't want to be saved. You and Seonghwa are similar in that matter, but there comes a time where you must realize you can't be everyone's savior."
"What do you mean by that?"
One corner of Hongjoong's lips quirks upwards, and he arches a brow to match the movement.
"Is it really that hard to figure out? The pardon papers, to begin with, the whole reason you even met the crew. Did you think I had no clue of what your intentions were on that military ship? Especially when my intentions were the same? Imagine my surprise when I arrived in the captain's cabin to learn you had taken them already."
"Why did you hold off on that information all this time?" You had been convinced at the time that it was for no other reason than to cause a bit of chaos and steal some cargo. But to find out that Hongjoong had the same goal? What's his play here?
"I no longer need those papers so it would have been futile to mention them before now. They were meant to be a bargaining chip for the client I met on Echidna, but seeing as he is dead and gone... hardly important, no? But that's beside the point — your intentions are what we're discussing. Who were those papers meant for? Had they been for you, you wouldn't still be lingering around the crew like this, would you? I think you imagined you would be able to save Jisung in some way with them."
"Hardly!" You sneer back, clutching blindly at your chest as though to find the spot where you used to hide those papers. They aren't there anymore, you know that, and yet you still ball a fist around the fabric over your chest. "They were never meant for him, but I didn't imagine this was the kind of person he would turn out to be!"
"Then they were meant for this girl you came across? One of the other two who are missing? Or perhaps was it another, who is no longer present? What is it you think death really is, Y/N? Why do you keep clinging to someone who is no longer alive? What good does pardoning him do?"
You have no response or defense. Nothing you say will appease Hongjoong; you believe that with every fiber of your being, and the way he is staring you down currently offers no relief.
"You see, Y/N," Hongjoong starts as he pushes up off his seat. He stays up on the platform with his chair, looming over you with the height of the stairs to his advantage, and now there's a special glint to his gaze that leaves you transfixed. "Your issue that when it comes time to make a difficult decision, when push comes to shove, you turn tail and run. If I had given you a single key last night and told you that you had the power to release one person in the brig, who would you have chosen?"
"Seonghwa."
"Who would you have chosen?" Hongjoong persists, stepping further into your space.
"What are you trying to get at? I gave my answer already. It would be Seonghwa, and that's that."
"And if it had been before the conversation we shared before you went into the brig?"
"It never would have been Jisung," you snap back.
"All he had to say was 'I'll take you to San' and you would have released him without a second thought."
Fuck.
Fuck. You have to clench your jaw to keep from exhaling your frustration, but it only highlights your annoyance.
"You're saying you wouldn't?"
"No, I wouldn't, because I know he would have given up that information eventually, Y/N." Hongjoong's gaze is anything but smug and gloating — if anything he's regarding you with no emotion at all. It's still enough to cause you to drop your chin to your chin and huff out a mirthless laugh.
"Is this the part where you say caring is weakness?"
"No, I would be quite the hypocrite if I said that. I'm telling you that you have to accept the fact that there are people who cannot be saved. Whether that's because they do not wish to be saved or because it is impossible to save them. Let yourself care about people; that'll keep you alive. But caring too much? There's your weakness."
"That's bold of you to say, is it not? Where's the line then, Captain? When it becomes love?"
"Love? Love is a concept made by weak people for those with even weaker wills."
And when Hongjoong breathes those words, you almost believe them. Face value, meaningless terms such as love — what good have they ever done you? You and Seonghwa never loved each other, not truly at least because otherwise, things wouldn't have fallen apart the way they did. Your memories tell you that Jisung loved you in some sense at one point but what did that do? Cause him to have a psychotic break? Cause you to ruin the only good you had in your life?
You hate the image that comes to the forefront of your mind. The memory that accompanies it is almost more painful.
"But I just feel like I'm broken glass that's been put back together the wrong way."
"Then I'll take you apart and put you back together the right way."
You clench a fist by your side, squeezing the skin around your knuckles in a way that has your nail digging into it. It does nothing to will away the dimpled smile in your mind, nor does it make your breathing come any easier, but Hongjoong continues on and offers enough distraction for you to ground yourself.
"Depending on how today and tomorrow go, I will consider our options and what's possible for your friend. But I will not risk the safety of my crew again."
"What happens once San and Mingi are back?" You inquire, head tilting naturally to the side. "Do you plan to kill Jisung and be done with it or...?"
Hongjoong's initial response is a firm shake of his head.
"We're already weak and spread thin as it is. I can't risk endangering the crew further by starting a war between Jisung's crew and ours."
"Jisung won't just leave if you ask him to."
Hongjoong's gaze flits over to the side, a hasty and clever avoidance of your stare as he finds purchase on some dent in the wall.
"Yunho and I did some talking last night... about the serum and how it works."
"Is that your definition of pillow talk?" You scoff. Hongjoong jerks his head back in your direction and settles a sharp glare on you that holds little actual anger to it.
"Jisung knows a lot about it and how it works. Yunho hopes to be able to get some information out of him once he's back with the others. We still have leftover vials from the Kebos mission. If you wanted, we could administer a dose on Jisung and make him forget all about you."
"If I wanted," you echo, pointing a finger at yourself as you emphasize the word.
"If you wish for the choice to be in my hands, then I can be cruel for you. But just as with Seonghwa and his mother, as well as Mingi and his choice to not use the serum, this is something personal. The choice is yours to make as he is your past and not mine."
"I'll consider it," you whisper. The weight of that choice is undeniable even if tempting because of how glorious a revenge it would be to do the same thing he did to you back to him. Just doing it back to him won't fix what Jisung did to you, however, nor will it bring Hyunwoo back from that empty grave. "You sure are giving me a lot of choices for someone who is supposedly upset at me."
"Hm, well, you are also not allowed to go back to the brig unsupervised from now on. Does that work for you? Ample punishment?"
"Nevermind, I shouldn't have asked."
"Punishment is never effective for people like you, Y/N," Hongjoong retorts. "It doesn't encourage you to do better because you do not care about having to go through some sort of punishment. Keeping you from going to get san would only make you more likely to go against my orders. You are someone who needs different consequences for your actions. You don't like being held back or feeling small and powerless? I strip you of what power you imagine yourself to have and hold you back from minute things like going to the brig alone."
"That's not true," you scoff, arms coming up to cross over your chest at the same time.
"Oh? And what if I told you right now that I was disappointed in your actions last night? That I thought I could trust you to not make rash decisions, to think with your head and not your heart? I told you earlier that I still have qualms about how you handled Jisung and what effect that had on Seonghwa. Whatever respect I had for you before then was lost in that moment. You may have a sliver of my trust, but respect? You lack that entirely."
"Don't say meaningless things, Captain, it doesn't suit you." You bite the words out between gritted teeth. If anything, your show of anger only amuses Hongjoong further. "That means nothing to me, as I said before. Why should I care about your respect?"
"Do you truly mean that, Y/N? People like you thrive off the approval of others. Is that not why you let yourself be entangled with Seonghwa for so long? I wouldn't expect those feelings of respect to linger if I were you."
"Do you simply thrive on taunting me?" The counter betrays how stupidly affected you truly are by his statements and questions. And deep down, sure, you know he is absolutely correct in saying all that, and you blatantly ignored a lot of things in favor of latching onto the respect and care Seonghwa provided, but for someone as arrogant as Hongjoong to point it out? You hardly want to agree with him now.
"Follow me."
You could stand your ground and deny the captain, put on a little tantrum and show your denial, but in the long run, that would only prove Hongjoong right. So, against what you truly want to do, you push your legs into action and trail after Hongjoong when he begins to step away from his chair. Admittedly, you are waiting for the hammer to drop: perhaps he's bringing you to an airlock and finally knocking you out of it. Nothing happens though, and you are left to glare at the clacking heels of his boots as he leads you further down into the ship. It isn't until you reach your destination that you realize exactly where Hongjoong has taken you.
It's a rich form of torture from him, to take you to the brig as though to taunt you with your regrets from last night. He doesn't even bat an eye as he lifts the hatch and motions for you to enter. At the very least, Jisung's cell is empty (as expected) and he cannot add to the mockery of your pride and dignity.
The moment your boots hit the floor, the rattling of Seonghwa's chains resound. Hongjoong follows, hitting louder than you did, then the hatch snaps shut and seals you inside the brig like it's your doomsday.
"Y/N?" Seonghwa calls out. He must have felt the tug in his chest that you did when you hit the floor, the tiniest bit of connection holding the two of you together. Somewhere in the back of your mind, you wonder if Wooyoung perhaps felt the same just now.
Instead of finding you, however, Seonghwa is forced to greet Hongjoong first as the captain rounds the corner before you do.
"Joong..." Seonghwa starts, trailing off as he sees you standing just past the captain's shoulder. "What's the meaning of this?"
Hongjoong doesn't answer immediately; he approaches Seonghwa's cell and reaches a small hand between the bars to catch hold of his lieutenant's chin. His grip isn't tight or bruising, just enough to guide Seonghwa's face up so he can look the other in the eye.
"What was it you told me last night after I dismissed Y/N?"
"...I would not repeat it in front of her, Captain."
"You said you were scared. You were afraid of what you saw in her right then, that's what you said. Was it not?"
"I — it was, yes, but I—"
"You told me that you saw a direct reflection of yourself in her. The version of yourself that you fear and hate the most. Did you or did you not say that?"
"Please, Hongjoong, is this not cruel?" Seonghwa begs. He doesn't budge from Hongjoong's grasp but he spares a few darting glances your way as he speaks. Hongjoong follows his line of sight to land on where you're standing several feet away.
"This is a lesson in obedience for you, Y/N. You want to be feared? Fine, go out and be feared by our enemies. But your own crew should never be afraid of you. How do you expect them to trust something they fear?"
You clench your fists by your side. White-hot anger swells in your chest.
"That's unfair. Do you say the same thing to Mingi?" You snap back, but you're unable to bring yourself to look at Seonghwa.
"You are not Mingi, Y/N. Far from it actually. And as such I will not have my crew fear you or what you might do. You don't care for my disappointment or respect? So be it. But I hope you dwell on the knowledge that Seonghwa, the man who knows you possibly better than anyone else on the crew, who has been with you intimately, laid with you in the most vulnerable positions possible, a man who has put his life and well-being in your hands, was afraid of you because of your actions last night." Hongjoong's fingers curl a little harder under Seonghwa's chin, and the captain returns to staring the chained man in the eye when he speaks next. "I asked one thing of you last night, Y/N, and you promised to uphold it."
"I am willing to trust you with this and with Seonghwa, at least for now. Take care to remember that, especially when it comes to Seonghwa's heart. For if you mislead him in the slightest, there will be hell to pay."
"Instilling fear into my lieutenant's heart was a poor choice on your part."
"It wasn't — I didn't choose to do that!"
"The ice under your feet is quickly cracking, Y/N, so I suggest you take great care with your next words and actions. Otherwise, I will make certain that your only purpose here is to be nothing but a key to my treasure."
"Hongjoong, don't you dare sa—"
His hold on Seonghwa disappears in a quick shove, the chains around Seonghwa's neck rattling as he moves with the push. The lieutenant falls silent in an instant, and he squeezes his eyes shut as though to keep himself from fighting back. Your fists tighten by your sides but you don't dare move when Hongjoong's glare is so full of animosity that it could burn you from across the room.
"Be prepared to leave within the next thirty minutes before I change my mind about bringing you on this mission. The others will return soon."
"Y/N — Hongjoong." Seonghwa pushes himself up enough to stretch a hand through the bar and catch the end of Hongjoong's coat tail. "Do not do this, please, this is far from what I wanted! You promised to protect her and—"
"And I am still protecting her. As long as she remains useful."
"H-He, Y/N, he doesn't — he's not... that's not what he means!"
"If you wish me to be your perfectly silent little weapon, Captain, then so be it," you spit, ignoring Seonghwa's pleas. Hongjoong yanks his jacket free of the man's grasp and steps out of his reach. "But only because I benefit from this too. When it comes time for me to uphold my end of the bargain to Jisung, don't expect me to be as willing to stay in your care."
"Y/N, no, no, no—"
"You don't get to talk, Seonghwa, not when you were the first to let me go." That stops the lieutenant in his tracks because he knows you have him pinned there. Still, his jaw works in a hapless rhythm that leaves him with stuttering breaths and small noises of frustration.
"That was — that was before I-I knew what he was like, Y/N."
"I won't have this conversation in front of an audience, Seonghwa," you mutter. It's moreso an attempt to save yourself from the all too painful clench in your chest. If either man before you notices that, they opt not to comment on it, but Hongjoong gives a small shake of his head.
"Then you have thirty minutes to have it now. You had best be at the west airlock by then," he says just before shoving past you with nothing more than a tiny glance back at Seonghwa. You are of half a mind to follow him out without a word, to leave Seonghwa where he is because you have been avoiding this exact conversation, but you can't get your legs to function even after the hatch to the brig falls shut behind Hongjoong when he exits.
"I understand if you don't want to talk to me, Y/N, and you don't—"
"That's not the issue here, Seonghwa," you interject before he can finish the thought. The next sound to leave his lips is a laugh but it sounds so heartless and void of life that guilt twinges in your chest.
"Is it because I said I was afraid of you? Or has your heart finally grown cold towards me as I expected it to from the start?"
"Don't say that." You intend for the words to come out with venom, but they sound more like a heartbroken plea than anything else. Seonghwa licks the edges of his dry and cracking lips. "Do you think I'm so cruel?"
"It... no, Y/N, I don't. It's because I don't that I think it's only a matter of time." Seonghwa forces a hand up to curl into his dark locks, tugging at the strands at best he can as his chains rattle around him. "I think your heart is too big for your chest, just like San. And even if it was not my intention, I think I used that against you in many ways."
"I was the one who initiated things, Seonghwa. I asked you to... to have sex with me and distract me. I used you to start with, so I know I carry blame as well."
"I still pushed you even though I knew how much San means to you."
"That..." You trail off only because emotion lodges so deep in your throat that it hurts. Swallowing it back down hurts even more, but you manage it without more than a grimace. "At the time, I didn't realize what that meant or what he meant to me. Even now, I don't think I fully grasp what my feelings are towards him. That doesn't mean — I never resented you, and I still don't."
"Separation has the power to make us realize things we were blind to," Seonghwa mutters back. "It made me realize I was unfair to you, even after I promised I would not have you unfairly."
"I didn't think it to be unfair."
"That doesn't mean it wasn't."
"Why are you so desperate to be a martyr?"
"Why won't you accept that I wronged you?"
"Do you want me to hate you?" You fire back, taking a quick step in Seonghwa's direction. He straightens some and pulls himself to his knees.
"I don't know how to fix the places where I went wrong. I... I wish to hear them from you if only to know that you know what I did wrong, or — or just understand that it's not merely my mind trying to trick me." Seonghwa looks weak again: pressed on his knees in a way that must hurt, head hanging to hide his eyes, fists clenched around the fabric of his pants. As confident and strong as he sounds, his posture only reads weakness.
"I never thought about it, Seonghwa," you admit through the breath of silence that follows. "Perhaps we were both blind to it at the time because we — well, I thought you were all I had. I didn't know what Wooyoung was at the time, I didn't ever have another Siren in my life, and you were the first person I had with who I could share that burden. I understand withholding information about Wooyoung's identity from the others, but why me? Especially given that you all knew there was some sort of connection between us. You still held that back from me until there was no more avoiding it. And you did the same with your... relationship with Hongjoong, and I'm not one to be jealous or demanding, but if you still loved him — and I think we both know how you feel about him even now — then I wish you had said that. I should have told you how I felt about San at the time as well, especially as I began to realize it more and more."
"I would have told you about Wooyoung in an instant, I promise you that much, Y/N. If it had been my place, I would never have let you believe we were alone in that way. But Wooyoung was never ready to tell you until he didn't have a choice any longer."
"And as for your lingering feelings towards Hongjoong?"
"I should have told you sooner, yes. I truly believed... I didn't imagine those feelings were still lingering until I was faced with almost losing him." Seonghwa at last shifts his pathetic stance, folding his legs under his body until he's in a more comfortable sitting position.
"When we talked about me leaving with Jisung, and — Seonghwa, you didn't hesitate to say that your fate is to die at Hongjoong's side. I just wanted you to ask me to stay. But you didn't ask me to, and your first reaction wasn't to do that either. You'll never be mine, Seonghwa. Not completely, and... right now, in this present we're living in, I don't think you can ask me to be okay with that. If you love both of us, then so be it. I see no fault in that, and I'm not trying to say you are at fault for it either, but that moment hurt more than I think you realize."
"Then I apologize," he whispers. He lifts his chin just a hair, enough to look you in the eye and enough for you to see the steely resolution in his gaze.
"Do you even know what you're apologizing for?"
"I believe there I need to apologize for many things. But primarily, I led you to believe I would be wholly yours knowing — knowing that I would never be able to give you that. Y/N, I did not lie to you once about how I felt. Even if my previous promises were empty in your eyes, please know I am genuine in saying that."
"I'm sorry too, for not realizing my feelings sooner and leading you in a different direction all the while."
"I have to respectfully disagree, Y/N." Seonghwa smiles a little, although it's a sad little grin that's tight-lipped and doesn't reach his eyes. "You didn't lead me on, from my point of view. As you said, until Wooyoung's revelation, you thought I was all you had. I think it was only natural for us to pursue each other on a physical level in that way. Feelings were bound to get complicated eventually. I knew they would because that's how it was with Hongjoong so I... should have known earlier on." Seonghwa lets out a shaky sigh. The smile crumbles and leaves no trace behind, only drifting into a thin line. "San cares about you a lot, Y/N, and I wish for you to have someone like him who can give you his all."
"Bold of you to give such advice when you and Hongjoong continue to dance around each other," you whisper through a grin. Either the words or the warmth of your tone bring a genuine huff of laughter out of Seonghwa's chest.
"It's what we do best. Yunho is good for him in lots of ways. He needs someone who can fuck with no strings attached and without feelings getting in the way of things. Yunho loves all of us in different ways, and how that love manifests is different for everyone as well. I cannot fault him for comforting Hongjoong the only way Hongjoong knows how." Seonghwa squeezes his eyes shut, but the smile persists, and it looks more like he's visiting an old memory somewhere in the back of his mind rather than that he is in pain. "Don't worry about me, Y/N. You should focus on getting San back and making sure he does not slip through your fingers this time."
"I think I'll always worry about you, pretty boy." You hate how fragile your tone is; there's too much of a tremor to it, and you sound far too sad for the smile painting your lips.
"Always is a long time, princess."
"Is that a problem?"
"I don't mind always." Seonghwa hums. It's a content and pleased little sound, nothing indecent, yet his lips tremble even as he pushes his tongue between his teeth. If his eyes were open, you're confident you would see red rimming his irises and clear tears ready to fall.
There is nothing left to say for now: maybe at some point in the future this is a conversation to revisit and resurrect, but now it's final in a bittersweet sense. The feeling of walking away this time hurts more than it usually would, although you think you might be able to feel the ache in Seonghwa's chest without being Sirens. There's no use in wondering if he feels the ache in yours — the line between his pain and yours is a thin and blurring one, overlapping and twisting together with two threads of different colors. And if Seonghwa has always been a fire in your eyes, then his would be a bright red thread that twists around your finger and keeps you linked to him even as you leave the brig.
The time to feel sad and mourn the loss of whatever feelings lingered between you and Seonghwa is far from now. Perhaps that is cruel torture in and of itself. To lose the chance to mourn is something you think you're familiar with, but there's no guarantee that those memories are real. So instead of crying or letting the pain swell, you merely bite down hard on the tip of your tongue until that ache moves elsewhere. It's enough for now; the thought of what your next mission is and how important it is chases all other thoughts away.
San has been gone long enough.
You'll take him back if it's the last thing you do.
"Y/N!"
That voice tears you free of the thoughts plaguing you, and you jolt to a halt in the middle of the hallway you're currently standing in to find the source of the voice. There's a flash of black before you. Panic thrums in your nerves, a quick fear that you might be under attack, but then something warm hits you. It's like a wave, washing over your insides and dispelling that fear as quickly as it appeared.
"Wooyoung," you exhale just before your eyes settle on his bright and smiling face.
"Mingi's back, they got Mingi back! They're coming in the airlock now, let's go!" Wooyoung grins from ear to ear, the smile splitting his cheeks and making his face glow with joy. You let him grab hold of your wrist without complaint, and he tugs you further down the corridor. "They said he's okay. Healthy too. Safe. He's safe. They healed his wound at the warehouse to prep for his treatment, but Jongho and Yeosang got to him before they could hurt him any."
"One step closer to having to leave," you murmur, moreso to yourself than to the man before you. He picks up on the words nonetheless, and his hurried steps slow to a dragging walking pace that has you regretting opening your mouth.
"What?" He asks. The smile falls into a deep-seated frown, and you hate it. You hate it so much. The idea of leaving them like this, even if Hongjoong swore not to let you go, you don't see any other way for this to end peacefully. The only way for everyone involved to come out of this safe and in one piece is for you to go along with your deal with Jisung.
"Nothing," you whisper. Wooyoung tightens his fingers around your wrist.
"No, what do you mean by that? Having to leave?"
"Oh, come on, Wooyoung," you laugh through your teeth. "Did you think there was no cost for getting the three of you back? Let's just go see Mingi. We don't need to talk about this now." You try to pull your arm free of Wooyoung's grip to no avail. All he does is yank you back to face him when you step around his body.
"What did you do?"
"What I had to, Wooyoung. He wasn't going — he wouldn't have helped us find you without a price."
"And the price was you?" Wooyoung cries, loud enough to echo off the metal around your forms. "He doesn't get to own you, Y/N!"
"It's not ownership. I'll go along with him long enough to — to figure something out, then I'll leave and—"
"And what? You think a man like that will just let you leave?"
"Look, Wooyoung, I knew what I was getting into. I agreed to it myself because I wanted to and because it was the closest thing to a guarantee of your safety, as well as San's and Mingi's. If this is the price for your lives, then so be it. It's okay."
"Like hell it is. He'll get my fist put through his throat for even thinking about it," Wooyoung hisses, nose scrunching up as his face contorts into a scowl. You have to bite your tongue to keep from rolling your eyes.
"I don't need you to protect me."
"Too fucking bad." Wooyoung shoves your arm down with a huff. You don't even have a second to breathe before he's rushing back down the hall, continuing your path from earlier and moving so quickly that you have to jog to catch up to him.
"You're mad at me for saving your life?" You retort to his back. It does nothing to stop him, and the only reaction you get out of him at first is the tension in his shoulders. "As I recall, you threw yourself down for San and Mingi while captured!"
"That was to fucking protect all of us! I knew what I was doing, I knew I would be safe, and I knew they couldn't hurt me any more than I've hurt myself, Y/N." Wooyoung reels on you just before turning the corner at the end of the corridor. The rage in his expression is more than you can handle, much more intense than you imagined it would be. "We may be similar — we might have pieces of our pasts that line up and mirror each other. But don't think for a fucking second that I'm supposed to roll over and let you do what I would do. I'm stupid, I'm a fucking idiot, I'll take whatever punishment I think I can to protect people, and I always fucking go too far. You are going too far. And I refuse to let some asshole with a god complex pretend like he has the power to own another human being. You might be okay with the idea of it, you might think it isn't as bad as you imagine it to be, but as for me? I refuse to let you lose your freedom. I will put myself on the line any day before I let anything happen to this crew."
Your jaw stutters dumbly as you struggle to come up with a counterattack. Wooyoung doesn't wait for you to figure one out either; he returns to his stampede down the hall and leaves you to play catch up once more. And admittedly, by the time you do catch up, there is nothing you could possibly do to keep him from reaching his end goal. Someone opens their mouth to greet him, but you don't even have time to process whose voice it is before they're cut short by Wooyoung's next move.
"Wooyo—"
Wooyoung's knee careens into a body and hits so hard that body crumples in half. It's only when Wooyoung threads his fingers through dark hair and yanks upwards that you catch who exactly it is. Jisung stumbles with the motions, chains rattling and shaking as he does. Wooyoung gives him only a second to catch his breath before he's shoving Jisung face first into the metal wall.
"Hi there," Wooyoung huffs with another tug to Jisung's scalp. "I don't think we've had the pleasure of meeting officially yet. You've been quite lucky to be in the care of such merciful people."
"You can't possibly be the mongrel Y/N has been so distressed about, can you?" Jisung spits over his shoulder. Wooyoung grins wide at that, cheeks pressing upwards and eyes turning to half-moons.
"No." Another harsh shove and Jisung's head bounces against the wall. "No, Jisung, I'm the man who is going to make you regret every second of life you've had if you even think about laying another finger on her."
You tug your stare off the pair to glance around, mostly in search of Mingi, and as Wooyoung said, the Berserker does seem relatively safe and unharmed. Almost like he wasn't even gone aside from a fading bruise on his cheekbone. He's got one hand balled into a fist and the other tucked into the safety of Jongho's palm. It's not enough of a guarantee that he's okay mentally and emotionally, but at least seeing him visibly alright is reassuring in and of itself. Yeosang stands close to Hongjoong, unmoving and staring forward at Wooyoung without trying to stop him. Hongjoong himself doesn't do anything either, and you realize then that this is a moment of retribution for all of them in some way. Even me, you think as Jisung writhes under Wooyoung's tightening grip.
"Get in line then," he manages to hiss, even if it's muffled by the wall. "These three dumbasses already left me with many colorful threats the entire way back here."
"Oh, I will, but you should be aware that there is one person at the end of that line who will end your life in a heartbeat for even thinking you could own Y/N. And he's about to come back to this very ship that you're trapped on. So how about you start barking again and see what happens?"
Hongjoong finally pulls forward, and when he does, he wears a wide smile and folds his arms over his chest. He only steps forward enough to lurk just past Wooyoung's shoulder, standing with a slight tilt so he can look at Jisung out the corner of his eye.
"Checkmate, Han. Let's see what good your dogs can do with their king backed into a corner."
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a/n: oakyoakyokayokayo so admittedly i ended up splitting this chapter up and moving the second half of it to the NEXT chapter bc yeah this one would have been over 20k if i didn't whoopsie! but here we are lots of talking ! in this one, the action comes in the next one bc of the way i shifted things so eheheheh :3 the next might comes sooner than usual we shall see ;) as always! let me know what u think n how u feel!