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Castle in the Sky 3/?
Why is this becoming so loooooong??? :( :( :(
Donghae woke groggily, unfamiliar sounds providing a strange background noise. He groaned.
“Donghae? Donghae, please tell me that you’re awake.”
He shot straight up, memories flooding his brain as soon as he heard Ryeowook’s voice. His friend’s face swam into focus in front of him, and Donghae relaxed somewhat when he realized that they weren’t about to be chopped into bits. At least, not yet.
“Where are we?”
“The Castle, I think. Although, this isn’t at all how I imagined it.”
Donghae nodded, taking in their surroundings. Ryeowook was holding onto a candle like it was a lifeline, and by it’s light, Donghae could just barely make out the wooden table in the middle of the room and the huge door straight across from it.
“Kinda depressing.”
“The table’s the only furniture,” Ryeowook pouted, “I yelled at the guy who brought us in here until he brought a pillow for your head.
“Thanks.”
Ryeowook smiled.
“So are we prisoners or something?”
“Something,” Ryeowook muttered darkly, “The guy who shut us in said that once they got out of the Dome, they’d deal with us.”
Donghae did not at all like how Ryeowook said deal. Then his brain his caught up with the rest of Ryeowook’s sentence and he frowned, a little hurt. “We’re leaving the Dome?”
“I know,” Ryeowook sighed, “I want to see it to. I feel like we’ve really got everything all mixed up. I don’t know what to think anymore.”
Of course, they hadn’t really known what to expect at all. Donghae had to suppose that strangers randomly landing on your ship or home or whatever, was not something a person would be pleased about, normally. Not that any of this was normal.
“How’s your head?” Ryeowook asked.
“Okay. Did I hit it?” He couldn’t exactly remember.
At Ryeowook’s shrug, Donghae tentatively ran his hands through his hair. “Hm. It feels okay, though the rest of me is rather sore.”
“They did something to your knee,” Ryeowook gestured and Donghae looked down to see his knee bandaged up, “A piece of metal or something hit it and they dug it out. You were screaming really loud.”
“I probably shouldn’t walk on it,” Donghae said, and propped himself up against the wall. He supposed that these Castle-dwellers couldn’t be all that bad if they had bothered to dig metal out of his body, right? “Did they drug me? I don’t really feel much.”
“They weren’t going to,” Ryeowook looked terribly displeased, “But you were yelling so loud they decided to, just to shut you up.” He pulled a vial from his pocket and shook it. “I’m to administer this if the pain starts to come back.”
Donghae swallowed weakly.
All of a sudden, the Castle (or the room they were in, it was hard to tell which) shuddered and Donghae and Ryeowook were thrown sideways. Ryeowook only just managed to keep the candle from going out.
“That’s the thousandth time that’s happened since we’ve been in here,” Ryeowook complained, “It’s really frustrating.”
“The table slid,” Donghae noted.
Ryeowook snorted. “That’s it. I’m hungry, I’m sick of being stuck in here, I’m going out. Hold this.”
Donghae’s eyes widened as Ryeowook handed him the candle and vial before towards the door. “They didn’t lock us in?”
“Oh, they did, but I’m not a thief for nothing.”
*
Ryeowook wasn’t sure what to think when he was finally able to ease the door open without being immediately accosted. The fact that there was no guard was very suspicious.
“Anything?” Donghae whispered.
Ryeowook shook his head and the two friends shared curious glances as they listened intently.
“I’ll be back with food,” Ryeowook promised, when no shouting occurred, and he slipped outside quietly, carefully shutting the wooden door behind him.
Left or right?
He decided to go left and took a few hesitant steps, testing for creaky wood. When it was silent, he became a bit more bold and edged out, listening for any sort of sound.
It was strangely quiet, and Ryeowook found his mind wandering with his feet, unable to help himself as he noticed the quality of the wood as he made his way through the passageways; it smelled like nothing he had ever encountered, tingled his sense until he was sure that he was going to be dizzy.
And the color. It was beautiful, knots of dark and light brown swirling around one another in the panels and Ryeowook unconsciously allowed his hand to trail over them as he ventured further from their room. Prison. Thing.
He continued on for a few more minutes, passing several doors that did not look like they housed kitchens. I hope their kitchen is clean. One could never be too sure about food these days.
He shuddered before moving on before a sudden jerk sent him sprawling. There were several muffled yells from somewhere ahead of him and the sound of tinkling glass.
Ryeowook froze on the floor, and then scrambled to his feet and flattened himself against the wall.
He waited as he heard a quiet murmur of voices and when they didn’t grow or diminish, crept onward. A few feet ahead, just around a slight bend, there was a glass window, candle light pouring out of it and the adjacent doorway.
Curious to a fault, Ryeowook snuck up to the window and peered through it. The edges were just a bit cloudy and he was sure that he could hide effectively behind it, save for someone standing right in front of him.
Thankfully, no one was.
A man was sitting at a table, bent over colored glass pieces, shuffling them around on the table. It was obvious that the jerking of the Castle had upset his work.
Ryeowook watched in fascination as the man, after arranging the pieces to his liking, painstakingly adhered the glass together with some sort of cement. The thief wondered if the man had similarly made all the colored windows in the Castle.
“We found out who they are, right? Right?”
The excited voice floated out of the room seconds before Ryeowook caught sight of a girl, maybe thirteen or fourteen, spinning around the room.
“You’re making the table shake,” the man said.
Ryeowook’s gaped for a second as he heard a trace of an accent. He had heard of people with accents in his childhood stories, but had never actually heard one. It was beautiful, in a way.
“The Castle keeps shaking it anyway. You should wait to do that until Kibum fixes the engine.”
“I need to have this done so we can trade once we get back. Now stop pacing.”
There was a beat and the, “I’m going to go ask them who they are!”
The man looked up sharply from his glass, “If you go anywhere near them, you will be grounded for a very long time.”
The girl pouted, “But I want to talk to them, Baba!”
“No,” the man said, going back to his glass, fitting a red piece next to a blue one, snugly.
The girl walked out of Ryeowook’s line of sight. He was about to walk away when he heard her say, “Papa, I want to talk to them!”
Ryeowook paused. The answering, amused chuckle was a different voice, a little deeper. Where was it coming from? The corner of the room? Would they see me if I walked by the door?”
“The answer isn’t going to change because you’re asking me instead,” Voice from the Corner said, and Ryeowook noted the lack of accent.
“Please?”
Glass Man and Voice from the Corner both said no simultaneously; Ryeowook went back to hugging the wall, uncertain if he should dash past the door or go back to Donghae empty handed.
“Then can I just look at them?”
“Keep this up,” Glass Man said, “and not only will you be barred from that room, you will only be allowed on the upper level.”
“But what if I was able to find out who they were and what they wanted?”
“Still grounded,” Voice from the Corner said.
The look that Glass Man was sending towards the two people who were hidden from view had Ryeowook’s stomach squirming. Stern Glass Man was very unpleasant.
There was a harrumph from the girl as she apparently had the same thought.
“You should be in bed,” Voice from the Corner said, much more gently than he had previously been speaking, “It’s late.”
There was a moment of quiet murmuring that Ryeowook couldn’t hear clearly, and then the girl came back into view, looking calm (and properly chastised.) Glass Man gave her a warm hug and whispered something into her ear that made her smile.
“‘Night!” She said enthusiastically, and skipped towards the door.
Ryeowook’s eyes bulged out of his head as he realized that they would come face to face as soon as she stepped out of the room; he should have turned around when he had the chance.
She paused just outside of the doorway. Her eyes widened in horror and she opened her mouth to scream, but then quickly shut it, apparently thinking that it wasn’t a good idea. She smirked.
Crap, Ryeowook thought, and stumbled backwards as she stepped forward.
“Are you an Outlier?” She whispered.
Ryeowook swallowed and shook his head.
“What are you doing here?”
“H-hungry,” Ryeowook managed, taking another step back. It belatedly occurred to him that the girl probably had meant what are you doing here generally not specifically, here and now, in this corridor.
“They didn’t feed you anything?”
At Ryeowook’s shake of his head, she gave an exasperated snort. “That’s just like him, too.”
“Who?”
He was ignored. “If I tell you where the kitchen is, will you promise to go back to the room they put you in? Everyone will be really upset if you’re caught outside the confinement area.”
“I swear,” Ryeowook whispered, elated, and offered his pinky finger.
“I can see your shadow, Mei-yin.” Glass Man. Ryeowook couldn’t see through the window anymore, but he could well imagine the look on Glass Man’s face, even after only seeing him for a few minutes, “Go to bed, we’re not going to be discussing anything you want to hear.”
Mei-yin smiled and grabbed Ryeowook’s pinky. “Straight ahead, third door on the right.”
Ryeowook nodded his thanks, “I’ll come visit you,” she whispered into his ear as she passed.
He stood there, watching her waltz down the corridor. Donghae had said that there was a princess on board, but Ryeowook didn’t think this is what his friend had been expecting. She was too...young, was the word he was looking for. That, or troublesome (quite possibly a bit of both.)
“Mei-yin, I know you’re still out there.”
Ryeowook jumped when he realized that it was his shadow Glass Man was seeing.
“Come back in here, please.”
Ryeowook swallowed. There was no way he could pass the doorway without being seen. He considered heading back to their cell (or whatever it was) but his stomach rumbled and decided that anything was worth food.
He heard a chair scrape and footsteps. He took a breath in and prepared to run past the door.
A man appeared in the doorway wearing a frown, arms crossed. He was tall, muscular, and Ryeowook took a moment to appreciate him before dashing past.
“What-“ the man said, and Ryeowook connected the Voice in the Corner to him. “Hey!”
The ship jerked again as Ryeowook rounded a corner and he was thrown awkwardly into the side of the hallway. He swore as he heard shouting behind him, and picked himself up, dashing a few more feet before finding the door Mei-yin had spoken of. He decided not to think too hard at how messy it was, and instead narrowed his focus to two apples sitting on a dirty island in the center of the room. Ew.
A very close shout entered his awareness and he grabbed the apples before vaulting onto the island and then up into the rafters on the ceiling, moving to just above the door and hoping that no one would look up. The apples remained in his hand and he felt very proud of himself.
There was a creak as the door swung on it’s hinges and the man that had grudgingly brought a pillow for Donghae stepped into the room. His gaze fell on the island and he wrinkled his nose, obviously very unpleased. “Eunhyuk! Did you take my apples?”
Another man popped into the room, looking a little tired out, and began rummaging around. “No. Mei-yin probably stole them.”
The other man groaned, “If I didn’t think Hangeng would hurt me for it, I would give her a piece of my mind.”
“He needs to do something,” Eunhyuk growled, “I know she’s their kid and everything, but it’s getting to be a little ridiculous. She’s thirteen; isn’t she still supposed to be Daddy’s little girl and all that?”
“Kibum’s ready to toss her over the side.”
The other man sighed, pouting a little, and Ryeowook found himself wanting to squish the man’s cheeks, “He only hasn’t because he can’t afford to lose Hangeng. Or Siwon.”
“They’d go straight to Heechul,” Eunhyuk sniggered.
The first man snorted, “Yeah right. I think they’d let Kibum get rid of Mei-yin before that happens. And seriously. My apples,” he moaned, “I really wanted to eat them. Now I have to wait until we get back to Regnum.”
Ryeowook felt slightly guilty before belatedly wondering what Regnum was.
There were a few more shouts, and Ryeowook realized that he had to get back to the room. Before anyone else got there.
“Why is everyone shouting?” Eunhyuk mumbled, still rummaging, “Is it over our stupid engine, because I’m sick of all the-“
He was cut off as the Castle jerked yet again. Ryeowook swore as he lost his balance and toppled off the rafter, hitting the floor with a loud crash, and landing in front of the first man. He was younger than Ryeowook initially guessed and they stared at one another for a full minute.
“My apples!” the man finally spluttered, and tried to grab them.
There was another shout and Glass Man burst into the room, gun held at the ready. “Henry,” he said, “step away from him.”
Ryeowook saw his life flash before his eyes and decided that death was not worth two apples. The first man, Henry, carefully stepped away, and Ryeowook swallowed as Glass Man narrowed his eyes. “Siwon!” he yelled, “I found him!”
Voice from the Corner strode into the room moments later and Ryeowook’s fingernails dug into the skin of the apples. Henry could have them. Really. He said it out loud and Henry snatched them back looking extraordinarily possessive.
Glass Man snorted, “Like that’s even the problem right now. How did you get out?”
“D-door,” Ryeowook stuttered.
Siwon grabbed him by the collar of his coveralls and Ryeowook didn’t say anything as he was effortlessly hauled back to the room, gun pressed to his head.
Henry had apparently followed them down, because before Glass Man could shut the door on a terrified Ryeowook and a very curious Donghae, he set the two apples on the lone table. “You can have them, since you wanted them so much.”
“Henry,” Glass Man said, and Ryeowook’s very quiet thank you was lost as the door slammed shut.
Ryeowook was quite sure that he would not be able to get out again.
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Kibum will be here soon. Cross my heart. As will the rest of them...they weren't supposed to but this sort of morphed into this huge project and...yeah...meh. Encouragement is most welcome.
Donghae woke groggily, unfamiliar sounds providing a strange background noise. He groaned.
“Donghae? Donghae, please tell me that you’re awake.”
He shot straight up, memories flooding his brain as soon as he heard Ryeowook’s voice. His friend’s face swam into focus in front of him, and Donghae relaxed somewhat when he realized that they weren’t about to be chopped into bits. At least, not yet.
“Where are we?”
“The Castle, I think. Although, this isn’t at all how I imagined it.”
Donghae nodded, taking in their surroundings. Ryeowook was holding onto a candle like it was a lifeline, and by it’s light, Donghae could just barely make out the wooden table in the middle of the room and the huge door straight across from it.
“Kinda depressing.”
“The table’s the only furniture,” Ryeowook pouted, “I yelled at the guy who brought us in here until he brought a pillow for your head.
“Thanks.”
Ryeowook smiled.
“So are we prisoners or something?”
“Something,” Ryeowook muttered darkly, “The guy who shut us in said that once they got out of the Dome, they’d deal with us.”
Donghae did not at all like how Ryeowook said deal. Then his brain his caught up with the rest of Ryeowook’s sentence and he frowned, a little hurt. “We’re leaving the Dome?”
“I know,” Ryeowook sighed, “I want to see it to. I feel like we’ve really got everything all mixed up. I don’t know what to think anymore.”
Of course, they hadn’t really known what to expect at all. Donghae had to suppose that strangers randomly landing on your ship or home or whatever, was not something a person would be pleased about, normally. Not that any of this was normal.
“How’s your head?” Ryeowook asked.
“Okay. Did I hit it?” He couldn’t exactly remember.
At Ryeowook’s shrug, Donghae tentatively ran his hands through his hair. “Hm. It feels okay, though the rest of me is rather sore.”
“They did something to your knee,” Ryeowook gestured and Donghae looked down to see his knee bandaged up, “A piece of metal or something hit it and they dug it out. You were screaming really loud.”
“I probably shouldn’t walk on it,” Donghae said, and propped himself up against the wall. He supposed that these Castle-dwellers couldn’t be all that bad if they had bothered to dig metal out of his body, right? “Did they drug me? I don’t really feel much.”
“They weren’t going to,” Ryeowook looked terribly displeased, “But you were yelling so loud they decided to, just to shut you up.” He pulled a vial from his pocket and shook it. “I’m to administer this if the pain starts to come back.”
Donghae swallowed weakly.
All of a sudden, the Castle (or the room they were in, it was hard to tell which) shuddered and Donghae and Ryeowook were thrown sideways. Ryeowook only just managed to keep the candle from going out.
“That’s the thousandth time that’s happened since we’ve been in here,” Ryeowook complained, “It’s really frustrating.”
“The table slid,” Donghae noted.
Ryeowook snorted. “That’s it. I’m hungry, I’m sick of being stuck in here, I’m going out. Hold this.”
Donghae’s eyes widened as Ryeowook handed him the candle and vial before towards the door. “They didn’t lock us in?”
“Oh, they did, but I’m not a thief for nothing.”
*
Ryeowook wasn’t sure what to think when he was finally able to ease the door open without being immediately accosted. The fact that there was no guard was very suspicious.
“Anything?” Donghae whispered.
Ryeowook shook his head and the two friends shared curious glances as they listened intently.
“I’ll be back with food,” Ryeowook promised, when no shouting occurred, and he slipped outside quietly, carefully shutting the wooden door behind him.
Left or right?
He decided to go left and took a few hesitant steps, testing for creaky wood. When it was silent, he became a bit more bold and edged out, listening for any sort of sound.
It was strangely quiet, and Ryeowook found his mind wandering with his feet, unable to help himself as he noticed the quality of the wood as he made his way through the passageways; it smelled like nothing he had ever encountered, tingled his sense until he was sure that he was going to be dizzy.
And the color. It was beautiful, knots of dark and light brown swirling around one another in the panels and Ryeowook unconsciously allowed his hand to trail over them as he ventured further from their room. Prison. Thing.
He continued on for a few more minutes, passing several doors that did not look like they housed kitchens. I hope their kitchen is clean. One could never be too sure about food these days.
He shuddered before moving on before a sudden jerk sent him sprawling. There were several muffled yells from somewhere ahead of him and the sound of tinkling glass.
Ryeowook froze on the floor, and then scrambled to his feet and flattened himself against the wall.
He waited as he heard a quiet murmur of voices and when they didn’t grow or diminish, crept onward. A few feet ahead, just around a slight bend, there was a glass window, candle light pouring out of it and the adjacent doorway.
Curious to a fault, Ryeowook snuck up to the window and peered through it. The edges were just a bit cloudy and he was sure that he could hide effectively behind it, save for someone standing right in front of him.
Thankfully, no one was.
A man was sitting at a table, bent over colored glass pieces, shuffling them around on the table. It was obvious that the jerking of the Castle had upset his work.
Ryeowook watched in fascination as the man, after arranging the pieces to his liking, painstakingly adhered the glass together with some sort of cement. The thief wondered if the man had similarly made all the colored windows in the Castle.
“We found out who they are, right? Right?”
The excited voice floated out of the room seconds before Ryeowook caught sight of a girl, maybe thirteen or fourteen, spinning around the room.
“You’re making the table shake,” the man said.
Ryeowook’s gaped for a second as he heard a trace of an accent. He had heard of people with accents in his childhood stories, but had never actually heard one. It was beautiful, in a way.
“The Castle keeps shaking it anyway. You should wait to do that until Kibum fixes the engine.”
“I need to have this done so we can trade once we get back. Now stop pacing.”
There was a beat and the, “I’m going to go ask them who they are!”
The man looked up sharply from his glass, “If you go anywhere near them, you will be grounded for a very long time.”
The girl pouted, “But I want to talk to them, Baba!”
“No,” the man said, going back to his glass, fitting a red piece next to a blue one, snugly.
The girl walked out of Ryeowook’s line of sight. He was about to walk away when he heard her say, “Papa, I want to talk to them!”
Ryeowook paused. The answering, amused chuckle was a different voice, a little deeper. Where was it coming from? The corner of the room? Would they see me if I walked by the door?”
“The answer isn’t going to change because you’re asking me instead,” Voice from the Corner said, and Ryeowook noted the lack of accent.
“Please?”
Glass Man and Voice from the Corner both said no simultaneously; Ryeowook went back to hugging the wall, uncertain if he should dash past the door or go back to Donghae empty handed.
“Then can I just look at them?”
“Keep this up,” Glass Man said, “and not only will you be barred from that room, you will only be allowed on the upper level.”
“But what if I was able to find out who they were and what they wanted?”
“Still grounded,” Voice from the Corner said.
The look that Glass Man was sending towards the two people who were hidden from view had Ryeowook’s stomach squirming. Stern Glass Man was very unpleasant.
There was a harrumph from the girl as she apparently had the same thought.
“You should be in bed,” Voice from the Corner said, much more gently than he had previously been speaking, “It’s late.”
There was a moment of quiet murmuring that Ryeowook couldn’t hear clearly, and then the girl came back into view, looking calm (and properly chastised.) Glass Man gave her a warm hug and whispered something into her ear that made her smile.
“‘Night!” She said enthusiastically, and skipped towards the door.
Ryeowook’s eyes bulged out of his head as he realized that they would come face to face as soon as she stepped out of the room; he should have turned around when he had the chance.
She paused just outside of the doorway. Her eyes widened in horror and she opened her mouth to scream, but then quickly shut it, apparently thinking that it wasn’t a good idea. She smirked.
Crap, Ryeowook thought, and stumbled backwards as she stepped forward.
“Are you an Outlier?” She whispered.
Ryeowook swallowed and shook his head.
“What are you doing here?”
“H-hungry,” Ryeowook managed, taking another step back. It belatedly occurred to him that the girl probably had meant what are you doing here generally not specifically, here and now, in this corridor.
“They didn’t feed you anything?”
At Ryeowook’s shake of his head, she gave an exasperated snort. “That’s just like him, too.”
“Who?”
He was ignored. “If I tell you where the kitchen is, will you promise to go back to the room they put you in? Everyone will be really upset if you’re caught outside the confinement area.”
“I swear,” Ryeowook whispered, elated, and offered his pinky finger.
“I can see your shadow, Mei-yin.” Glass Man. Ryeowook couldn’t see through the window anymore, but he could well imagine the look on Glass Man’s face, even after only seeing him for a few minutes, “Go to bed, we’re not going to be discussing anything you want to hear.”
Mei-yin smiled and grabbed Ryeowook’s pinky. “Straight ahead, third door on the right.”
Ryeowook nodded his thanks, “I’ll come visit you,” she whispered into his ear as she passed.
He stood there, watching her waltz down the corridor. Donghae had said that there was a princess on board, but Ryeowook didn’t think this is what his friend had been expecting. She was too...young, was the word he was looking for. That, or troublesome (quite possibly a bit of both.)
“Mei-yin, I know you’re still out there.”
Ryeowook jumped when he realized that it was his shadow Glass Man was seeing.
“Come back in here, please.”
Ryeowook swallowed. There was no way he could pass the doorway without being seen. He considered heading back to their cell (or whatever it was) but his stomach rumbled and decided that anything was worth food.
He heard a chair scrape and footsteps. He took a breath in and prepared to run past the door.
A man appeared in the doorway wearing a frown, arms crossed. He was tall, muscular, and Ryeowook took a moment to appreciate him before dashing past.
“What-“ the man said, and Ryeowook connected the Voice in the Corner to him. “Hey!”
The ship jerked again as Ryeowook rounded a corner and he was thrown awkwardly into the side of the hallway. He swore as he heard shouting behind him, and picked himself up, dashing a few more feet before finding the door Mei-yin had spoken of. He decided not to think too hard at how messy it was, and instead narrowed his focus to two apples sitting on a dirty island in the center of the room. Ew.
A very close shout entered his awareness and he grabbed the apples before vaulting onto the island and then up into the rafters on the ceiling, moving to just above the door and hoping that no one would look up. The apples remained in his hand and he felt very proud of himself.
There was a creak as the door swung on it’s hinges and the man that had grudgingly brought a pillow for Donghae stepped into the room. His gaze fell on the island and he wrinkled his nose, obviously very unpleased. “Eunhyuk! Did you take my apples?”
Another man popped into the room, looking a little tired out, and began rummaging around. “No. Mei-yin probably stole them.”
The other man groaned, “If I didn’t think Hangeng would hurt me for it, I would give her a piece of my mind.”
“He needs to do something,” Eunhyuk growled, “I know she’s their kid and everything, but it’s getting to be a little ridiculous. She’s thirteen; isn’t she still supposed to be Daddy’s little girl and all that?”
“Kibum’s ready to toss her over the side.”
The other man sighed, pouting a little, and Ryeowook found himself wanting to squish the man’s cheeks, “He only hasn’t because he can’t afford to lose Hangeng. Or Siwon.”
“They’d go straight to Heechul,” Eunhyuk sniggered.
The first man snorted, “Yeah right. I think they’d let Kibum get rid of Mei-yin before that happens. And seriously. My apples,” he moaned, “I really wanted to eat them. Now I have to wait until we get back to Regnum.”
Ryeowook felt slightly guilty before belatedly wondering what Regnum was.
There were a few more shouts, and Ryeowook realized that he had to get back to the room. Before anyone else got there.
“Why is everyone shouting?” Eunhyuk mumbled, still rummaging, “Is it over our stupid engine, because I’m sick of all the-“
He was cut off as the Castle jerked yet again. Ryeowook swore as he lost his balance and toppled off the rafter, hitting the floor with a loud crash, and landing in front of the first man. He was younger than Ryeowook initially guessed and they stared at one another for a full minute.
“My apples!” the man finally spluttered, and tried to grab them.
There was another shout and Glass Man burst into the room, gun held at the ready. “Henry,” he said, “step away from him.”
Ryeowook saw his life flash before his eyes and decided that death was not worth two apples. The first man, Henry, carefully stepped away, and Ryeowook swallowed as Glass Man narrowed his eyes. “Siwon!” he yelled, “I found him!”
Voice from the Corner strode into the room moments later and Ryeowook’s fingernails dug into the skin of the apples. Henry could have them. Really. He said it out loud and Henry snatched them back looking extraordinarily possessive.
Glass Man snorted, “Like that’s even the problem right now. How did you get out?”
“D-door,” Ryeowook stuttered.
Siwon grabbed him by the collar of his coveralls and Ryeowook didn’t say anything as he was effortlessly hauled back to the room, gun pressed to his head.
Henry had apparently followed them down, because before Glass Man could shut the door on a terrified Ryeowook and a very curious Donghae, he set the two apples on the lone table. “You can have them, since you wanted them so much.”
“Henry,” Glass Man said, and Ryeowook’s very quiet thank you was lost as the door slammed shut.
Ryeowook was quite sure that he would not be able to get out again.
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Kibum will be here soon. Cross my heart. As will the rest of them...they weren't supposed to but this sort of morphed into this huge project and...yeah...meh. Encouragement is most welcome.
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I still can't tell all the people apart (not really a SuJu fan), but I'm still lovin' the story~ and I still say you should write it as an original:P
~Angel
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and are you getting money or something if I make this original lol? not that i mind your persistence... <3
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~Angel
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*spazzes* =( You're gonna leave it here? oijdovijc TT-TT I want mooore~
KIBUM WILL BE IN SOON??? YAAY~ hehe
This is really good =] Hwaiting for the nxt chapter~
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<3
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<3
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Can't wait until the next chapter!
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HANKYUNG HAS A DAUGHTER? And LMAO at him being the very stern Glass Man. And Siwon as the Voice in the Corner.
Henry could have them. Really. He said it out loud and Henry snatched them back looking extraordinarily possessive.
Gosh, this is so funny. Food must be really rare in the Castle?
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All shall be explained~~
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Ryeowook is fun!! looking forward to the next chapter :)
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