Cargo Hold

@Lee Chaeeun Every memory and recollection of his love-life flooded through his mind as he met the gaze of one Chaeeun Lee, standing in the middle of the lantern-lit cargo hold. His heart raced faster than the ship at full sail, and his pulse pounded deafeningly-loud in his skull. There was no way to escape this confrontation, especially after remembering every single moment with her. And her sister.

He was definitely ashamed at his behavior, his playing, and he wanted repentance but from the look her eyes, he was to suffer instead. He opened his mouth to speak but nothing came out as his eloquence seemed to run dry. The thought of Daeun's hand in his, her lips against his neck and his on hers.. and his eyes meeting Chaeeun's for one fleeting moment. The terror and pain and hatred that filled him was enough to rush him into a state of nostalgia (triggered by his PTSD) than caused him to stagger back into the doorway. He was oblivious to the world around him for a few minutes before snapping out of it... or rather, being punched out of it.

When he came to, the distinct sensation of a bruise and the sight of a fist reminded him his ex-lover's sister was still right there. He blinked painfully and cupped his eye as he met her gaze again. "Chaeeun? Why? will you not even speak to me calmly on my own ship?" He was hurt, but his pride suffered more than anything. "Rest your hand and let us talk." He held up a defensive hand and continued to favor his swelling eye.