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tainted-liquor · 8 months

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Sea Grillz✧˖°

'I wont hurt you, mama c'mere' - Miles G. Morales e42! Miles Morales x BlackFem!Mermaid!Reader TWs: I don't think there are any ! Ingredients: Sugar, Kisses, and smiles! A/N: Reader is slightly Caribbean-coded! Other than that enjoy luvs :P W/C: 1,410

The moon illuminated the ominous night sky, painting gentle highlights on the surface of everything that can be seen by the naked eye. Miles was keeping watch of a cargo ship he had just taken over 20 minutes earlier, relying on his prowler mask to aid his eyes through the deep dark sky. He was cold, and even though everyone on the ship prior had been robbed of their life, he couldn't shake the feeling that he wasn't really alone. The soft crash of the waves and the rock of the cargo ship touched the drum of his ear in a hypnotizing lullaby, allowing him to shake the fleeting sensation of a pair of eyes on him. He took a glance over the sea-line, and everything was clear. But just as he turned his head away from the eastern side of the Caribbean sea, he caught a sudden movement sandwiched in between the low tide.

As you swam through the tide, weaving through the seaweed and coral on your way back to your safe haven, you notice an unfamiliar silhouette standing perfectly still against the rock of the waves. You halted your movements, freezing in place as the end of your tail twitched in anticipation. Having spent all of your life out deep in the sea, you had never really seen anything like this strange shadow before and slowly approached the surface to take a look. It looked like the little sailboat you had in your glass bottle, which you had found whilst swimming slightly closer to the shore than you normally would. You quietly swam closer, before you caught an identified figure turn your way. Was that a human?

You quickly ducked down into the water, baby-teal tail perfectly hiding in the sea as you swam closer. If it truly was a human, he wouldn't follow you down. Especially if they knew just how deep the water was, and what could possibly reside. You saw the human stand up, straightening his posture as he clenched his...claw? You caught the shiny metal glimmering in the moonlight, common sense leaving your body as you began to swim closer toward the man.

Up close he was hella intimidating, a purple sort of...chunk of glow-y metal obscured your view of his face, small white slits stationed where his eyes would have been. You poke your head out of the water, remaining a comfortable distance away from the man, hesitantly leaning back as he turns to face you. The small white cuts on his mask squint, indicating to you that he's examining the little that he can see of you, your big beady brown eyes, slightly furrowed brows, and hair stuck to the top of your head like a smooth glove due to the weight of the water. He turned his head to the side as he walked closer to the edge, standing with both claws at his side, tightly clenched and ready to fly at the slightest mishap. He beckons you closer with his two fingers, nodding his head backward as if to say 'Come here.'

You stay still for a moment, narrowing your eyes before swimming closer, still making sure to keep your tail out of view just in case he felt like having a fish dinner. He chuckles lowly as he holds out a sharp claw, titanium twinkling in the moonlight as he extends it out to you. You swam closer, bringing yourself up out of the water a bit more so he could see your whole face and tensed shoulders. You put your smaller hand within the palm of his cold claw, watching as the faded-blue ombre of your skin faded to your original melanated shade as it came into contact with the crisp air. He gently pulled you forward, causing you to swim fully up out of the water, tail keeping you afloat as your body finds its resting harmony with the waves of the water.

the small slits on his mask widen for a moment, before quickly squinting as he mumbles a low "I won't hurt you, mama. C'mere." You reluctantly allow him to pull you closer, placing your top half on the freezing floor of the cargo ship as you inhale sharply at the sensation. He laughs before shaking his head and returning his confused gaze back on your tail. "Eres tan fascinate, chica bonita..." he mumbles as he walks around me, taking in most of my form as he studies the scales that create a smooth transition to my tail. I tilt my head to the side in confusion, eyebrow-raising as I attempt to decipher what it was he just said.

He gave another chuckle before crouching down, placing his wrists on his knees as he gives me one final scan. "What's your name?" he asks as I frown slightly. I point to the gills on my neck before making a talking motion with my hand and crossing my arms. Without exposure to water, my gills would make it virtually impossible for me to speak. He looks around quickly, ripping a piece of a dead man's shirt, dunking it in water, and tying it lightly around my neck. Admittedly, it probably looked odd but he was probably just really curious as to what I would sound like, but desperate times require desperate measures.

I take another sharp inhale, my voice recalibrating as I feel my vocal cords return to their lively harmony. My voice was smooth and laced with a thick Islander accent. "I am Y/N." I nod, any fear I had of the strange man dissipating almost immediately as I reach out to feel the strange material of his mask, the projected purple glitching and running away from my touch. He nods slowly before he gets his next question ready. "You live here? Like, always?" he asks. I nod again as I begin to toy with the pointed triangles on the back of his suit, attempting to bend the solid material under my fingertips.

"You a handsy lil' thing, huh?" He remarks as he gently removes my hands from his suit, mask disappearing before my eyes as I watch his smug smirk grow. He clicks his tongue, shaking his head as he murmurs a small "Don't touch. My tech is dangerous, and mad expensive" He grins as he watches me visually analyze everything he was wearing, confused at why a human would need such things in the first place. My first thought was that he was a pirate, stealing and taking things that weren't really his, but if pirate, why kind? I stare deeply into his eyes, face mere inches away from his as I internalize every feature of his. I knew I'd never see him again, so I committed every small detail of his to memory.

"Who are you?" I ask with a puzzled expression, trying to make sense of his whole get-up and why he was acting so sketchy. From the body sitting just mere inches away from him, him sitting on a boat that he clearly doesn't own, and me practically being in his lap as he makes no attempt to harm me whatsoever. He was absolutely gorgeous as his deep brown skin seemingly glowed under the night sky, a slight smile on his lips as a couple of his teeth peaked from under his grin, and strange jewelry was visible on his teeth. He chuckled as he placed a gentle claw to the side of my face, his pupils bullying their way through my soul as he tilts my face up slightly.

"I'm the Prowler, Mami. But I'll be back for you, Chiquita. Sometime when I'm off work" He winked as he rested his hands just above my hips, dangerously close to my shiny scales. He didn't seem to care about the unfamiliar texture under his skin as he watched my fins flap madly in the water, indicating my mix of surprise and joy. I nod as I feel him release my hips, allowing me to slip back into the water before his mask silently reforms, encasing his seemingly perfect face behind the purple hologram-like features. He walked backward as he got one last look at me before turning around and walking himself to the helm of the ship. I gave him a small wave, free hand resting on the piece of fabric wrapped thickly around my neck as I swam away, feeling slightly somber about having to say goodbye.

#across the spiderverse #atsv #miles morales x reader #into the spiderverse #earth 42 miles x reader #earth 42 miles fluff #earth 42 miles #miles morales #miles my beloved #spider man: across the spider verse #we die like men

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minbin2000 · 7 months

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oranges and sailboats (seungmin)

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pov: fem!reader x sailor!seungmin

word count: 6k

genre: romance, fluff, angst, mamma mia au, summery vibes, happy & sad

warnings: reader has bad memories of their home, not described in detail

a/n: I am so excited about this piece! I wanted to post this for Seungmin's birthday, but needed to make a few more edits before I was ready to post it. This fic is inspired by the Mamma Mia universe, specifically Donna and Bill's scene in the second movie. I don't know much about sailing, so the descriptions in the story may not accurately reflect sailing. I definitely cried writing this... so prepare a box of tissues in advance lol. Anyways, sorry for the long note, but I hope you enjoy it! Happy (late) birthday Seungmin!!

images from Pinterest!

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You weren’t born on this island, but it is the only home you have ever known. Your childhood in that cold, faraway place feels like a long-forgotten memory as you look around at the lush, Mediterranean landscape that surrounds you. Leaves of palm trees sway in the breeze, bright purple flowers open their petals to greet you, and the soft aroma of citrus floats in the air. You take a deep breath, breathing in the lovely, familiar scent.

You swing open the door to the small cottage you call home. The white, stone structure is carefully situated on a hill in the village that occupies the island, giving you an excellent view of the life bustling downhill. An excited squeal and little arms wrapping around your legs greet you when you enter. You pick up your daughter, her eyes shining with excitement upon the return of her mother.

“Hi darling,” you coo to her. She begs you to come to the porch with her, and you oblige. She grabs your hand and pulls you to the already open doors. The sound of her bare feet tapping against the stone makes you smile fondly. Your daughter proudly shows you a tiny structure she built out of loose leaves, twigs, and rocks, beaming with satisfaction as you nod your head.

“Wow, it’s beautiful,” you praise her, examining the creation closely. Suddenly, a strong gust from the ocean blows and destroys your daughter's creation. Leaves and twigs swirl at your feet, resting once they reach the stone tiles. She bursts into tears at the sight of her ruined creation. You take her into your arms, telling her everything will be alright, reminding her she can always make a new creation tomorrow.

You look out to the shimmering blue ocean that extends endlessly before you. You have to squint; the summer sun makes it hard to keep your eyes fully open. Another playful breeze ruffles your hair and tickles your face, its salty scent stinging your nose. You see a singular sailboat cutting its way through the water, retreating into the vast ocean. Its white sail flaps in the breeze, carrying it past the island.

You continue to look out over the horizon as the sailboat floats away, an old, familiar memory creeping into your mind. Your heart warms as images of a sailboat and a long-lost young man come to the surface. You pull your daughter close to your chest and let the breeze tickle both of your faces. Your daughter quiets her tears, following your gaze and watching the sailboat.

The ocean breeze sings to you, reeling your mind away from the present and into a time lost to years.

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The island continued to amaze you with every day that passed. It had only been a few weeks since you arrived, but something deep inside told you that you could stay there forever. A sigh escaped your lips as you looked at the beauty that surrounded you.

You walked to the orchard of orange trees near your home, your skirt flowing around your legs. The hot, morning sun warmed the bare skin on your arms as you swung your bag back and forth. You reached high into the leaves of the tree bearing the most fruit and picked the delicious looking oranges. You shoved them into your mesh bag, attempting to gather as many as you could to sell at the market later that day.

Once your bag was almost too heavy for you to carry down the steep hill to the pier, you stopped picking fruit. With a huff you slung the bag over your back, making sure not to smash the oranges in the process. You began the trek down an ancient stone path littered with weeds and cracks, stopping to wipe the sweat from your brow every-so-often.

You hummed to yourself on the journey, looking out to the ocean with a smile. A few boats glided through the water towards the pier, likely carrying residents from nearby islands wanting to shop at your villages’ market. Your village was, after all, known for its impeccable produce stands.

Eventually, you arrived at the pier. It was already bustling with shopkeepers setting up their stands and children running freely on the dock. Mothers scolded their children for running too close to the edge, afraid that they might fall into the sea. Happy chatter filled the pier as the shopkeepers brought their goods to the market. The local people waved to you as you passed by, commenting on how many oranges you have slung over your back. You laughed when you replied that you expect today will be a good day for sales.

“Good morning, Eleni,” you said to your friend when you arrived at her stand. She pushed thick, graying hair from her eyes and waved you over to her. You ducked under the canopy that shielded her produce and placed your bag on an old wooden chair.

“Hello dear,” she greeted you. “I left this crate for your oranges today.” Eleni handed you a crate, its wood cracking with use and age.

“Thank you,” you smiled at the friendly, older woman. Eleni to you was like a ray of sunshine. The first day you arrived on the island, she found you outside of the local hotel, struggling to communicate with the front desk attendant with your limited Greek. She first laughed at you, but then gave you the kindest smile and spoke to you in your native language, inviting you to stay in her home. After spending a few days with her and helping stock the shelves in her shop, she offered you a place to live. Eleni owned a small cottage situated next to the orchard at the edge of the village. She said that you could live there for free, as long as you tended to her family’s orchard and sold the fruit at the market on Saturday’s. You agreed on the spot.

You arranged the oranges in the crate with a careful attention to detail, putting the ones with spots at the bottom and the most vibrant ones on top. You sat the crate on the edge of Eleni’s table and stood proudly behind your oranges. You smoothed out your skirt, a matching color with that of your product, as you waited for customers to arrive.

People from the village walked down the hill towards the market, excited to see what new products were available. All sorts of people visited your stand. Mothers buying food for their families, small children wanting a treat, and elderly couples who strolled by and stopped to purchase one of Eleni’s famous lemon pastries all stopped by. You greeted each person as they shopped, beginning to recognize the locals. You tried to remember everyone’s names, but failed. You were grateful that the island was full of kind people who reminded you of their names gently when you forgot.

You observed people you did not recognize while they strolled through the market. There was a family who brought seven children with them on a tiny boat barely big enough for a family of four. Another notable visitor was a pair of sisters who looked like identical twins. The sisters walked together side-by-side, moving in unison about the market.

As you packaged two oranges for a little girl with bouncing curls, you locked eyes with someone you did not recognize standing across the pier. The stranger's gaze burned into you, and you looked down, again smiling at the child as she handed you her coins. She ran away excitedly with her oranges. You put the money in your cloth pouch, grinning at the girls’ reaction.

You raised your eyes to the next customer. The stranger, his smooth skin tanned from the summer sun, was standing in front of your crate of oranges. He picked through them, gently moving the ones he did not desire to the side of the crate. You watched as he did so, trying not to be obvious with how much you were studying him. This man, with his shining black hair and eyes to match, was the most beautiful man you had ever seen. He smiled at you, creases framing his eyes and lips curling in the corners.

“Hello,” he said, his voice as smooth as carmel. His accent wasn’t like that of the people on the island, but it also wasn’t like the one of the people where you came from, either. “How much are these oranges?” He moved his hand around the crate, selecting two oranges.

“A dollar each,” you said, your voice coming out with a squeak. You cleared your throat, heat rising to your cheeks.

“Perfect. I will take these two,” he said, extending the oranges to you. You took them from him, your hands brushing his calloused ones. You packaged his oranges with extra care.

“Two dollars, please,” you reply, holding his eye contact for the first time. He handed you the money, and you put it into your coin purse. “Thank you,” you smiled at him, nodding in appreciation of his business. He smiled at you again…that smile… and bid you goodbye. The handsome stranger continued on to the next stand, walking slowly as if to take in the scenery around him. You found yourself watching him closely as he purchased a loaf of bread from the next stand.

“Now who was that?” Eleni asked, sneaking up behind you. You startle at her sudden presence, jumping backwards and hitting your foot on the chair.

“I don’t know,” you say, turning away from Eleni and back towards the handsome stranger, ignoring the pain in your foot. To your embarrassment, he was already looking at you. He gave you a friendly grin, to which you replied with a shy wave. Eleni clicked her tongue in satisfaction.

“Whoever he is, I think he is more interested in you than your oranges, y/n,” she said, smiling to herself as she rearranged her pastries. “Or, perhaps it is just your oranges,” she chuckled.

You both laugh, a lovely, musical sound. You shook your head and grinned. Through the corner of your eye, you could see the handsome stranger looking your way from a stand just a few away from yours.

The summer sun beat down on you as you began to help Eleni pack up her unsold goods. You had sold every orange but two, both with a brown spot on the peel that you had not noticed that morning when you picked them.

You turned back to the orange crate to grab your unsold fruit after helping Eleni package a few lemons in a paper bag. To your surprise, the man is standing at your crate, holding the two oranges in one of his hands.

“I’ll take these last two,” he beamed at you. Eleni chuckled behind you, no doubt laughing at her own joke from earlier in the day.

“You can have them for free,” you replied, not wanting to sell damaged goods. “They have spots, see?” you tell him, turning the oranges around in his hand to reveal the brown spots.

“Are you certain?” he asked. “I wouldn’t want to just take these from you without paying...”

“It’s alright,” you reassured him, feeling Eleni’s eyes on you as she watched from behind. “It’s not a problem at all,” you said with a wave of your hand.

“Well,” he replied, putting the oranges in the bag with the ones he had bought earlier in the day. “At least let me repay you with my time. I’m Seungmin,” he said, extending his hand out to you. Seungmin. You shook his hand, his hand firmly holding on to yours. “I can help you both carry your goods back to the village,” he offered, again with that contagious smile of his. You open your mouth to reply, but Eleni beats you to it.

“Absolutely. You can start with this crate,” she said, pointing a wrinkled finger at the largest crate she had brought. You gave Eleni a warning look, to which she replied with a smug grin and a flick of her hand. Seungmin reached for the crate, putting his bag of oranges and other goods inside of it. He lifted it with no effort, no doubt being stronger than he looked.

“This way.” She beckoned for him to follow. He obeyed. You trailed behind the two of them, wondering just what Eleni had up her sleeve.

Eleni, being the extroverted chatter-box she was, instantly struck up a conversation with Seungmin. You wanted to listen in to their conversation, but were sidetracked when a neighbor of Eleni’s came to ask you how your sales were that day. You followed behind them with the older man, bidding him farewell when he reached the front door of his home. You hurried to catch up with Eleni and Seungmin once he left.

“Finally caught up, y/n?” Eleni joked. You saw Seungmin’s eyes light up at the sound of your name, not knowing it before Eleni had said something to you. You chuckled and shrugged, blaming your slow pace on the gentleman you had been walking with. After a few more trips up and down the hill, the only things left were two crates, one of them being your orange crate.

“I can take these back up,” Eleni offered. She grunted as she picked up the crate.

“Are you sure?” you and Seungmin asked simultaneously, exchanging a look after doing so. Eleni laughed at both of you, adjusting what she was carrying so it rested on her hips.

“I’m not completely helpless. Thank you for your help, Seungmin. And y/n, I’ll see you later,” she said with a nod, unable to wave while carrying the two crates. You watched her walk up the hill, surprised by her sudden exit. Eleni always stayed after the market to talk with anyone who would allow it, especially those who came to the island’s market from other places. And those with handsome faces, no less.

You were left standing next to Seungmin, who awkwardly shuffled his feet.

“Y/n,” he asked, saying your name for the first time. Your timid gaze moved from the cobblestone street to his eyes. “Would you like to take a walk on the pier?”

Your heart leapt, not expecting him to want to spend more time with you.

“Absolutely,” you replied, only realizing the eagerness of your reply after you said it. Seungmin slung the shopping bags over his back. “Here, let me carry something for you,” you offered, reaching out your hand to one of his shopping bags dangling awkwardly around his shoulders.

“If you insist,” he chuckled, handing you a mesh sack filled with food. You and Seungmin walked along the pier towards the docked boats. A cool breeze sprayed mist on both of you as you wandered along the ocean. Most of the boats had departed from the pier that you watched arrive earlier in the day.

“Ah! Here we are,” Seungmin exclaimed, pausing in front of a white sailboat.

“Is this yours?” you asked, impressed by the finely crafted boat. It was obvious that the boat was of high quality, and it was also impeccably clean.

“Yep,” he grinned, squinting from the bright sun reflecting off the water. Seungmin hopped onto the boat and set his bag on the deck. He reached toward you for the other bag. “Isn’t she beautiful?” He patted the mast lovingly, making you giggle.

“She is,” you replied. Seungmin leaned against the mast and smiled at you. The rush of heat returned to your cheeks. You looked off into the distance, swaying on your feet while attempting to hide your blushing. The sharp sound of the wind whistling through the sail filled the pause in your conversation.

“Would you like to sail with me?” he asked suddenly. Your gaze instantly fixated on him, slightly jarred by his request. You stand on the pier for a moment, contemplating your answer. “I mean, if not, that’s okay. I get it…” Seungmin rambled, moving away from the mast and busying himself with something to avoid your gaze.

“Yeah. I’ll sail with you,” you replied, interrupting him. You knew you didn't have anything to lose by sailing with this handsome stranger. Deep down, something was urging you to get on the boat with him. You chose to listen, ready for an adventure. He immediately stopped his rambling and smiled widely.

“Great! Hop on,” he breathed, acting cutely relieved. He ran across the boat to you and held out his hand. You took his hand, and he gripped strongly onto yours. He pulled you onto the sailboat easily. You hopped over the small, exposed section of the ocean and onto the deck of Seungmin’s sailboat.

You hadn’t been on a boat since you arrived on the island, and your feet wobbled on the unsteady rocking caused by the waves. Seungmin gripped onto both of your hands as you stumbled forward.

“It takes a minute to get used to,” he chuckled. You didn’t reply for a moment, only focused on his hands tightly holding yours.

“Okay, okay, I think I’m balanced,” you breathed with relief. Neither of you let go of each other's hands for a moment, and instead, you looked up and met his gaze. You laughed awkwardly and released his hands, secretly wishing you could stay holding them for longer. “See? I got it!” you exclaimed, holding out your arms slightly for even more balance.

“You’ll need that balance once we get out to sea,” he laughed, walking toward the mast. His shoes tapped against the deck as he walked. Seungmin began untying intricate knots that held the sail to the wooden mast. His hands worked quickly and with precision.

“Would you like any help?” you asked, though you knew you wouldn’t be much help to someone who was a professional sailor. His eyes, trained on the knots, moved to you and softened.

“Sure,” he replied, waving you over. You were not expecting him to accept your offer, and your surprise must have shown on your face from the amused look that appeared on his. “Okay, maybe not with the knots,” he grinned, swiftly untying the last knot holding the sail onto the mast. “Can you help me pull up the anchor?” Seungmin jumped off an elevated deck and nodded toward where the anchor was cast over the side of the boat.

“Alright,” you nodded, wondering how you weren’t going to make yourself look like a fool. You walked to Seungmin and peered over the edge of the boat. A fraying rope holding a heavy anchor sunk into the water. You could make out the shape of the metal anchor through the crystal-clear water.

“Okay y/n, grab the rope here,” Seungmin instructed you. You turned to him and did as you were told. You placed your hands on the rope, the fibers scratching your palms. Seungmin stood behind you, placing his hands on the rope near yours. His fingers wrapped around the rope slowly, and he held it with all of his might. You tightened your own grip on the rope, your knuckles turning white.

“Ready?” he asked. You felt his breath on your ear when he spoke, and your skin prickled. “Pull!”

You mustered up all of your strength and pulled the rope backwards. Your breath hitched in your throat and you gritted your teeth. Seungmin did the same, clenching his jaw. You and Seungmin pulled on the rope, feeling the anchor lift from the ocean floor.

“Relax for a second,” Seungmin breathed. Your hands relaxed on the rope and you took a deep breath. You both paused, regripping the rope after letting the muscles in your arms relax. Seungmin asked you to pull again, and you tighten your grip on the rope.

You inhaled and pulled on the rope once more, confident that you could pull the anchor onto the boat this time. You planted your feet into the deck and leaned backwards. A strong wave from a boat passing nearby rocked Seungmin’s sailboat, making you lose your balance. With a yelp you fell backwards, crashing into Seungmin then onto the planks of the boat. The anchor dropped back to the ocean floor as you both lost your grip on the rope.

Realizing what you had done, you scrambled off of him, profusely apologizing. “I am so, so sorry, Seungmin. Oh my gosh…” you sputtered, putting a hand on your forehead. You cursed yourself for your clumsiness that always made you embarrass yourself.

“Are you alright?” he asked you, propping himself up with his elbows. Seungmin pushed his dark hair from his eyes, and you could tell he was trying not to laugh. Your mood lightened instantly.

“I think I should be asking you that question,” you said, raising your eyebrows curiously at him. He grinned and shook his head.

“This wouldn’t be the first time I’ve fallen while trying to pull this stupid thing up,” he replied with a shrug. You felt a wave of relief wash over you, the embarrassment you felt a second earlier completely diminishing. You and Seungmin shared a laugh, then you apologized to him again.

“Want to try once more?” he asked, eyeing the rope that had fallen back into the water with a slight look of defeat.

“Yes,” you said, giving him a proud grin. You were never one to back down from a challenge. He raised his brows at you, amused by your attitude. You wiped your sweaty palms on your orange skirt. You gripped the rope tighter and scrunched your nose, focused on the task at hand. Seungmin moved to the same place behind you, though standing a few inches closer to you this time.

“One, two, three,” he counted. You both simultaneously pulled as hard as you could. The rough rope was uncomfortable against your smooth palms, but you put more effort into the task than before. You planted your feet on the planks and used all of your strength to pull the anchor up from the watery depths. Suddenly, the anchor appeared above the water. You and Seungmin tugged on the rope one final time, and the anchor plopped onto the deck of the boat. You laughed in delight.

“Finally!” he said excitedly. You turned to find his face just inches away from yours. Unable to look away from his soft brown eyes, your lips curled into a proud grin. You wondered if you should back away and put more distance between yourselves, but you became too distracted by his simple beauty up close.

“This way,” Seungmin said, beckoning you to the mast. He touched your arm lightly, leading the way. He instructed you to stay to the side of the boat as he lowered the sail, not wanting you to get hit when it fell. You didn’t mind staying off to the side and watching him work. Seungmin lowered the sail, pulling it tightly into place. The breeze caught the fabric and pulled the boat away from the dock with a leap.

Water lapped at its sides as Seungmin steered the sailboat further out into the ocean. You sat at the back of the boat, watching your new home become smaller and smaller. Old feelings of excitement that you felt when you first saw this view came to the surface of your mind, making you smile. You rested your head in your hands, admiring the scene.

“What are you thinking about?” Seungmin asked, sitting next to you and offering you one of the oranges you picked that morning. You took the piece of fruit from him, too famished to refuse his kind offer. He rolled up the sleeves of his cream, linen shirt and began peeling his orange. You tried not to stare at his exposed skin as you peeled your own fruit. He peeled the orange in one try, showing off his fully connected peel. You smirked and rolled your eyes, looking down at your own horribly picked off pieces of orange skin littering your lap.

“I just moved here a few weeks ago,” you told him, popping a piece of the orange into your mouth. The sweet but tart citrus juice greeted your tastebuds. You smiled internally, proud that your product was as delicious as it looked.

“Oh, really?” he asked curiously.

“Mhm,” you mumbled, chewing on a piece of the orange. You swallowed and continued, your voice quieting. “I was…I was ready for a change.” Seungmin nodded slowly and looked out to the darkening sky.

You hadn’t told many people why you left the dreary-weathered place you grew up for the sunny Mediterranean island. You couldn’t take living a rigid, strict life defined by the rules of society for any longer than you had. You were searching for something simpler. Your entire soul was searching for this simplicity that seemed lost to the people back where you were from.

You looked at Seungmin, and he nodded in understanding. You didn’t know why, but something about Seungmin made you feel like you could trust him with anything. You could sense that maybe he was the same; someone looking for a simple life.

“What about you? What brings you to the island?” you asked, gazing at his handsome profile fondly.

“I’m like you,” he replied, setting the peel of his orange aside. “I was also ready for a change. I needed something new. Something I couldn’t find at home.” He looked at you, his gaze filled with emotions that you knew all too well.

“Where is home?” you asked. Seungmin told you about a small peninsula across the sea, known as Korea, where his family lived along the rocky seaside. He explained that his family had been fishing for years, but he was the only one who knew how to properly operate a sailboat rather than the small fishing boats most of his family used. Seungmin told you that their business was starting to slow as many people in his village were moving to larger, more modern cities. He smiled sadly at the ocean as he spoke to you. You could see the emotions of the memories etched on his face.

You rested your hand onto his. He looked down at your hands, then back to you. He laced his fingers through yours, slowly taking your hand in his. He then looked back at the vast ocean surrounding the boat. The sun was beginning to dip lower toward the horizon.

“I’m glad I was able to get away. I needed to see the world before I took over the family business,” he explained, hints of defeat in his soft voice. You inched closer to him on the seat, feeling a pull you hadn’t felt in a long time.

Fortunately, the pull you felt between the two of you was mutual. Seungmin wrapped his arm around you, and you leaned your head onto his shoulder. The soft linen of his shirt warmed your bare arms.

“When do you have to go home?” you whispered, matching the calm energy of the evening surrounding you.

“Soon,” he replied, his voice as soft as yours. “What about you?”

“I have nothing left for me there,” you exhaled, watching the sky turn from pink to black. Your chest tightened up with the hurt. “The island is my home now.”

“I see,” he replied, stroking your arm gently with his thumb. His touch left a burning, but soothing, sensation on your skin. You turned your face up to his, unable to help the strong desire you had to be closer to him.

In the same moment, you both leaned in closer to each other, your lips touching. His lips felt soft, effortlessly meeting yours. He tasted like the salty ocean air, with the hints of orange on both of your lips greeting the other.

Your mind raced as you kissed him, telling yourself you should stop while it’s good for you. Since when do you kiss strangers? But, your heart was telling you a different story. Something about Seungmin felt so familiar to you, almost like you had known him your entire life. Telling him about your struggles and putting your lips onto his felt completely safe.

You were the first to pull away from the kiss. You opened your eyes to find him giving you a look of longing and knowing. You figured you must have looked ridiculous to him, heat rising to your cheeks and hands shaking with nerves. You laughed nervously, shifting your gaze away from his lips.

“I’m not usually so…” Seungmin interrupted your tense chatter with another gentle kiss. He wrapped his hand around your neck with care, holding your face close to his. In your second kiss, you melted into the moment completely. You let your negative thoughts drift away on the misty breeze that tousled your hair. There was no other place you would have rather been than on that sailboat in the middle of the ocean with him.

“So… what?” he asked, pulling away from your kiss only when both of you were out of breath. His eyes sparkled like the stars above you.

“It doesn’t matter,” you chuckled, once again leaning your head onto his shoulder. The light of the sun had dimmed entirely; the round light only a sliver above the water. You tilted your head upwards and stared at the clear night sky. Billions of stars winked down at the two of you.

“I’ve never seen a sky this clear,” Seungmin said, his voice quiet. You barely heard him whisper above the steady sound of the waves.

“It’s gorgeous, isn’t it?” you added, a smile creeping to your lips. He pulled you closer to him, allowing you to feel his warmth entirely.

“Stunning,” Seungmin said, looking down at you. You felt his gaze land on you and moved yours to his, leaning in for yet another magical kiss.

The rest of the evening was spent in the blissful company of each other, watching the moon rise above you in the eastern sky. You found out that Seungmin loved music and sang in his free time. You begged him to sing for you, and after much pleading, he obliged. He sang you a beautiful folk song from his home country. His singing was incredible, making you feel joyful and sad all at once. You were mesmerized by the way he conveyed his emotions through his voice.

You clapped your hands furiously at the end of his song, your hands creating the only sound besides the waves at your secluded place in the middle of the ocean. You swore you could see a tear glimmering in his eyes, but he wiped it away before you could say anything. Seungmin hopped off of the staircase he was using as a stage and grabbed your hands lovingly.

“What are you doing?” you laughed, not resisting his touch.

“Dancing with you,” he replied, twirling you around in a circle. The layers of your orange skirt flowed around you, brushing against Seungmin’s jeans. He hummed the song he sang for you as you held each other in the moonlight.

You laughed gleefully, swaying along to the rhythm of the waves. His hands eventually found your waist, inviting you to come closer to him. You rested your head on his chest, feeling the vibrations of his voice as he hummed. You soaked in every moment you spent with him, knowing this night would not last forever.

“Can you stay?” you whispered after he had gone quiet, the only sound between the two of you that of steady breaths. Even though you already knew the answer, you asked this question anyway.

“I would if I could, y/n. I would if I could,” he replied, resting his head against yours with a gentle sigh.

“I… I don’t know what it is, but, but…” you stumbled on your words, a habit you possessed when your thoughts became jumbled with emotions.

“You can tell me,” he breathed. He ran his hand gently along your arm, his touch soothing you.

“I feel like I can trust you,” you began. “With anything. I feel like I’ve known you my entire life.” You admit these thoughts, not holding back any of your emotions. Hot tears stung your eyes, and you will yourself not to let them fall. Seungmin sensed your sadness, and he lifted your face to his.

“I feel the same way, y/n. I wish things were different,” he said, blinking regretfully. A tear fell from your eye, splashing onto the front of your navy blue shirt. Seungmin gently brushed it away. “I’m sorry.”

“No,” you said, wiping your eyes. “There’s no need for you to be. I mean, we only just met,” you tried to laugh. “Let’s be happy in this time we have together.” You smiled, swallowing your tears and putting a block on your aching heart. Seungmin sighed and ran his hands down your arms, stopping at your hands and holding them in his. He kissed the tops of your fingers.

“I agree. Let’s live in the moment.” He suddenly spun you around, hair whipping your face and your skirt twirling. You laughed joyfully, losing yourself in the unforgiving emotions that plagued you. You couldn’t help yourself when you leaned in to kiss him again, not ever wanting to return to shore.

You and Seungmin spent the night in pure bliss. The emotional connection between the two of you was astonishing. You and Seungmin told each other about your childhood, not leaving out the embarrassing stories that made the other smile. Both of you told each other everything about your journey to the island. You found out that Seungmin had been sailing for months and was on his way home. You learned more about his family’s business and why he had mixed feelings about returning home. You learned of his deep devotion for his family that kept him sailing homeward, despite his wary feelings.

You told Seungmin about your troubled childhood and how you felt trapped in your home country. You explained how you journeyed across the continent without a destination in mind, wandering until you found the little Greek island that felt like home.

He listened intently, nodding along as you poured your heart out to him. He never interrupted you, fully absorbed in what you had to say. Seungmin had a million questions for you, and he asked you all of them. You gave him honest answers, knowing he was also telling you his deepest truths. As your conversation continued, you felt more seen and heard than you had ever felt in your entire life.

You knew this man was more than just a stranger you met on the pier. You felt connected to him, a red string of fate bringing you two together just when you needed each other. You were going to remember Seungmin this way for the rest of your life. These thoughts only made you sadder as the night turned into morning. The brightening sky reminded the both of you that your lovely moments together were coming to a close. With a sad smile, Seungmin stood and returned to the sail to steer the sailboat back to the island.

You watched as Seungmin stood surely at the mast of his sailboat, navigating the dawn currents with expertise. You sat at the front of the boat, watching your colorful island come into view. You closed your eyes and soaked in the ocean mist falling onto your face from the morning breeze. You took deep breaths of salty air, feeling faint tinges of it in your throat. You saw Seungmin doing the same, his chest rising and falling with each deep breath he took.

“Wait right there, y/n,” he said all of a sudden, rummaging through a backpack resting near the steering wheel. You turned back to him and saw that he was holding a film camera. “Smile!” he exclaimed, holding the camera up to his eyes to look through the tiny lens. You smiled brightly, your facial expression genuine. You didn’t bother primping your hair or fixing your clothes for the photo. Seungmin brought the camera down after taking your photo with the island in the background. “Beautiful,” he said, looking at you with awe.

You tried not to cry as the sailboat pulled up to the dock at the break of sunrise. You had to will yourself to stand as Seungmin tied the boat to the pier. Your hands were shaking as you approached him.

“I’ll never forget you, Seungmin,” you said, your voice cracking. You felt your chest begin to tighten. He wrapped his arms around you and pulled you close to him. You breathed in his scent, memorizing the feeling of him wrapped around you. You leaned your head up to kiss him, and found him already waiting for you. You memorized the taste of his lips, knowing deep down that you will never see him again.

“And I’ll never forget you, y/n. Thank you for giving me a beautiful memory,” he said. Seungmin reached his hand out to you, helping you step onto the pier. He began untying the sailboat, a tear falling from his eyes.

Your knees trembled as you stood on the pier. Tears streamed down your face, not wanting to leave the only person in the world who you had felt such a deep connection with behind. The pain etched on his face showed you that he felt as connected to you as you felt to him.

Seungmin reached for your hands one last time. You took them, holding on tightly. You looked him in the eyes as the boat began to float away from the pier. You both stretched your arms as far as they could go, until you felt the tips of his fingers slip through yours, the phantom of his hands remaining in yours.

“Goodbye, y/n,” Seungmin said, waving to you with one hand and keeping the other on the ropes of the sail. The sailboat floated further away from you and your island with each passing moment.

“Goodbye, Seungmin,” you said, holding trembling hands to your chest. He waved to you for as long as he could before he had to untie the sail completely. You watched him lower the white sail, seeing it catch on a morning breeze and pull him eastward even further away from you. With a heavy heart and vision blurring with tears, you stood on the pier watching Seungmin disappear over the horizon. You watched until you could no longer see his white sails on the blue water. A sob escaped your lips, watching the only person who knew almost everything about you vanish forever.

“I love you,” you whispered, your words floating away on the cool ocean breeze.

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