Soooo sorry this took sooo long to update, I do hope you enjoy this new chapter~                

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             The door to the small cabin of the air ship slid open, Min popped her head into the door, peering around the room that held all the equipment to steer the ship, a smile spreading across her face, her eyes landing on what looked like a rather younger driver that steered the ship.  The man seemed content on his position as Min slipped into the room unseen, her slim body moving flexibly a long the walls and in between the machines and gadgets, her body stopping just short of where the man stood gazing out the window, his hands firmly placed on the wheel.  Slowly creeping forward again, min reached into her shirt, pulling out a small bottle that contained some strange colored powder, the top being popped off with an audible sound that of course caused the man to stir and stare in Min’s direction.

                ‘Hey, you are supposed to -

                His sentence had been cut short, his eyes drooping instantly the moment min sprinkled a little into her hand and blew it straight into his face.  The man hit the floor with an thud, passed out from the mysterious substance.  Min quickly took reign of the wheel, catching it before it could make to much of a jolt.  Her shoulders became square now, a content grin spreading across her face.

                ‘Of course I’m supposed to be in here, I’m the ships captain!’

                She exclaimed to herself, just as the door behind her opened, Wooyoung emerging, his hands placed on his hips as he paced himself over to where the knocked out man lye.

                ‘How longs that powder supposed to last again?’

                Wooyoung asked, squatting down at the old captains passed out form.  Wooyoung glanced up towards Min who only shrugged.

                ‘Just pick him up, tie him down and tape his mouth shut, then it won’t matter when my powder wears off.’

                She spoke, looking over her shoulder at Wooyoung who was now dragging the body across the room towards some rope that had been lying around just in case of an emergency, this was sort of an emergency.

                ‘I’ll need you to hold on as well Wooyoung, I’m about to turn this ship around!’

                She exclaimed with much excitement, the wheel already half way into turning as the entire ship began to tilt in the same direction, Wooyoung growling in what was probably anger as he supported the heavy man with one arm while the other held onto something so that he could keep his balance.

                ‘I hate turning these things around, it’s such a pain In the .’

                Wooyoung mumbled, Min twirling the wheel happily,

                ‘Well, you wanna get that prince to Busan successfully, don’t you?’

                Min asked, raising an eyebrow and looking towards Wooyoung who was now standing up straight, the ship practically turned in the direction they needed to be heading.  Wooyoung nodded his head up and down.

                ‘Whatever the hell get’s us there faster, I don’t care.’

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                Taecyeon nearly dropped all of their things, all of it tumbling in one direction as he tried to keep his balance with the sudden jerk of the ship.  It was strange how such a sharp turn this thing was taking, he didn’t think there would be any turns at all, just a straight shot….  Unless,  Taecyeon’s eyes went wide as he finally regained his footing, the things being abandoned in there spot as he quickly dashed for the stairs he had come down, these lead up to the main part of the ship, the one that was open to the air, like a regular boat.  Making it up these steps with long strides, he managed to get to the edge and slightly lean over, looking past the clouds that floated by, his anger flaring higher and higher as he realized what the hell was happening, the ship becoming completely steady.  They were no longer heading towards Daegu, if he remember correctly, the direction of the ship was all wrong, they were again, heading towards Busan!

                ‘Those ing thieves did something!’

                Taecyeon cursed a loud, his fist clenching, he knew Jessica hadn’t lied to him, he knew they were heading in the direction of the Daegu kingdom to drop off some goods, but he also should have known that the two thieves that he and the prince accompanied, that they would pull something like this, it just wasn’t that easy to get the prince back to the kingdom without a proper fight.  Pushing himself off the railing, he already began running towards the captains room where the steering was, he was going to turn this ship around again, whether they liked it or not, and whether he had to beat whoever was driving, he didn’t care as he pulled open the door, a gust of cold air hitting his face.  He was about to step in when someone suddenly blocked his view.

                ‘What’s up rusty?’

                Wooyoung asked, his whole body blocking Taecyeon from entering into the cabin of the ship, the taller of the two instantly gritting his teeth, his fist clenching together as Wooyoung looked up at him with a bright smile.

                ‘I know what the hell you two are trying to do.  Now either you move or I will beat the out of you just like I’m going to that other of a thief and who ever the is driving this thing.’

                Taecyeon spoke through his teeth, an arm already reaching up, gripping Wooyoung’s in what he was sure was a very painful manner, the thief not budging, his eyes still looking up at Taecyeon, a smile still on his face.  This pissed the guard off, a growl escaping the back of his throat, Wooyoung chuckling, his own hand resting on Taecyeon’s.

                ‘I’m afraid I can not allow you to do that~  This ships heading for Busan whether you like it or now.’

                                Wooyoung announced, Taecyeon growling yet again, but this time before he could lift even his right hand, his body was lifted into the air, his eyes going wider, his back hitting the ground with a thud, his entire body skidding across the wooden floor.  Taecyeon gasps loudly, his eyes closing as a sudden pain increased in his back.  Heavy foot steps could be heard as Wooyoung approached him again.  Taecyeon turned over so that he lay on his back, Wooyoung instantly throwing a leg over him so that he stood hovering over him.

                ‘Sorry about that big guy, but I can’t let you hurt our driver or Chansung.  My boss wouldn’t be to happy.’

                Wooyoung spoke, he still held a smile on his face as he squatted down, his arms resting on his knees.  Taecyeon regaining himself, another arm lifting only to instantly be pinned down.

                ‘Whoa there rusty, don’t think you can get up.   And just because I seem small, doesn’t mean a big guy like you can bring me down.’

                Wooyoung stated, leaning forward, both of Taecyeon’s hands being pinned down beside his head.  Taecyeon was forced to stop his struggle, this puny man was a lot stronger than he thought, not even Chansung was able to hold him down like this.  His eyes narrowed now as Wooyoung leaned in a little closer, their noses practically brushing as Wooyoung chuckled again.

                ‘Now, if you be a good boy I’ll let you get up, if not I’ll have to lock you in a room.’

                Wooyoung spoke, his breath tickling Taecyeon’s lips, an instant blush spreading across the guards cheeks, his narrowed eyes glancing quickly away.  He shouldn’t be blushing like this!  It wasn’t right, this petty thief didn’t deserve even a thought about him.  Taecyeon’s mouth twitched, Wooyoung not seeming to back off, and Taecyeon didn’t want to speak in fear that something he didn’t want to touch would, but he needed to say something,  Wooyoung was just staring down at him.

                ‘I- I will s-stop you idiots and turn this ship around!!’

                Taecyeon practically shouted, stuttering unnecessarily, and he was right, their lips couldn’t help but brush when Taecyeon spoke, Wooyoung didn’t seem to notice, but his smile faded.

                ‘Guess we will have to do this the hard way.’

                He spoke, reaching down to grab at Taecyeon’s shirt, curse him and not wearing his armor today.  Taecyeon’s eyebrows furrowed, his body about to struggle again, but an idea suddenly struck him, his eyes blinking, and he wanted to grin, but kept a straight face as his own arm quickly reached up, grasping Wooyoung’s shirt in return.

                ‘I told you struggling is…

                Wooyoung’s eyes were the one to go wide this time as Taecyeon tugged the man down to him, their lips unexpectedly coming together to form a kiss.  Wooyoung jerked slightly, about to tug himself away when he felt a knee dig harshly into his stomach sending Wooyoung off him and onto the floor with a fit of coughing, Wooyoung clutching at his stomach.  Taecyeon quickly getting on his feet.

                ‘You ing bastard!’

                Wooyoung shouted, from the ground, his body only able to get up on his knees, his forehead pressed against the ground, his hand clenching tightly at his stomach.

                ‘It doesn’t matter how good you are, I will revert to anything to get out of a bad situation.’

                He spoke, about to turn away from the pained male when the door leading down to the cellars opened, Junsu and Chansung appearing.  Taecyeon instantly became stiff, the two eyes instantly going to Wooyoung who still remained on the ground.

                ‘U-Uh Prince...’

                Taecyeon spoke, slowly stepping back, before quickly clenching his fist; this was no time to be worrying over the situation.

                ‘I will not allow you to go to Busan, I will turn this ship around and get you back to Daegu whether you like it or not!!’

                Taecyeon spoke boldly, Junsu and Chansung entering the room, Chansung kneeling down beside Wooyoung who was finally able to stand up.  Junsu only stood there, staring in Taecyeon’s direction.

                ‘I’m not going back.’

                He spoke now, the guard grinding his teeth even harder, did the prince not see the danger he was being put in?!  Taecyeon stepped forward.

                ‘I’ve had enough of this ridiculousness!  You have already been put in so much danger!  I refuse to let such things happen anymore!  I will get you back to Daegu whether you agree upon it or not!  As your loyal guard I am entrusted to make decisions about your wellbeing!’

                Taecyeon shouted, Junsu lowering his head, but lifting it up after a moment, his eyes rather dark and hard as he stared in Taecyeon’s direction.  Taecyeon couldn’t help but become stiff, it wasn’t like the prince to give such stern looks, but there was no way he could falter now, he needed to get the prince home and back to his mother, who must have been more than worried by now.

                ‘Prince you have to under…

                ‘I understand perfectly fine Taecyeon.’

                Junsu spoke, his voice soft, Taecyeon’s mouth closing,

                ‘But I don’t think you understand my feelings.  It’s not fair that it’s not my choice whether I get to return home or not!  I know what I’m getting myself into, but it’s better than just sitting at the ing castle rotting away from loneliness because my mother is to scared to even let me step foot outside!’

                Junsu stated, his own fists clenching out of frustrations,  Chansung had managed to get Wooyoung standing again, the man still clutching his stomach, his eyes glaring towards Taecyeon, his cheeks a dark red, was he blushing.  Chansung allowed him to stand on his own, reproaching Junsu’s side.  Taecyeon’s stern expression suddenly relaxed; his body going slightly limp, staring towards Junsu, giving Chansung’s protective stance a glance.  He was sure he understood something at that moment, and even though it pissed him off, he couldn’t say anything, not even the fact that he kind of understood Junsu’s feelings, from the loneliness, to not being able to go outside.  He bit his lower lip hard, before sighing heavily…  He was ready to put up a fight, he really was, but this was his prince, and with Chansung, that stupid thief, it pissed him off, but Chansung had been protecting Junsu, probably better than he had done in a long time.  Hanging his head in defeat, he didn’t give Junsu a chance to speak again before a hand covered his face out of frustration, his body quickly turning away before heading back up to the deck of the ship.

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                Junsu frowned heavily when Taecyeon stormed off without giving him another chance to speak, to console his guard that looked rather pained with his decision.  He couldn’t help that what he had spoken was true, and that the fact that Chansung may begin to mean more to him than anything at the moment.  He swallowed hard, moving forward before being held back by Chansung, the man’s hand gripping the princes wrist, Junsu looked over his shoulder, Chansung only gave him a straight face that fell when Junsu gave him a small smile.

                ‘I just need to talk to him, that’s all.’

                Junsu spoke, Chansung frowning himself now, allowing Junsu’s wrist to slip from his fingers,

                ‘Don’t you think you’ve talked enough?’

                Chansung asked, Junsu letting his shoulders fall before shaking his head,

                ‘I just need to get it through his head that this is for the best.  Just give me some time with him.’

                Junsu sighed, Chansung shaking his head, but allowed the prince to move towards where Taecyeon had gone, Chansung turning towards Wooyoung who was now leaning against the wall, his head resting back, eyes closed, he still hadn’t taken his hand away from his stomach, Taecyeon knew how to hit hard, and no matter how strong one was, a hit to the stomach was always going to hurt if done right.  Approaching Wooyoung, the man slowly opened his eyes, looking towards Chansung who now leaned against the wall next to him, his arms crossed over his chest, eyebrows furrowed out of frustration.

                ‘He’s just talking…’

                Wooyoung managed, obviously not completely recovered from the small match between him and Taecyeon.

                ‘I know, I’m glad you managed to stop him though.’

                Chansung stated, Wooyoung nodding his head up and down, his head tilting slightly in Chansung’s direction, Chansung doing the same.

                ‘So how exactly did he catch you, the Wooyoung, off guard??’

                Chansung asked, obviously trying to brush off the situation about Junsu he was battling with off, a smile carefully forming as Wooyoung practically flushed, his skin a pale white, a tint of pink forming on his cheeks, he looked like he would be sick.  Chansung was sure he was in pain, but the pink tint indicated something else had happened as well.

                ‘I-I really don’t want to tell you.’

                Wooyoung stuttered Chansung cocking an eyebrow, Wooyoung wasn’t looking at him anymore; he was looking towards the door towards the deck, the skin on his cheeks still a tinted pink.  Chansung unable to stop the chuckle that passed his lips, Wooyoung’s glaring in his direction.

                ‘I’m not forcing anything out of you, but let’s go get that stomach checked out, I’m sure that he put you I some uncomfortable pain.’

                Chansung spoke, reaching out to Wooyoung to help him, Wooyoung closing his eyes before opening them again before allowing Chansung to help him off the wall.

                ‘Chansung!?  Wooyoung!?’

                Min’s voice suddenly echoed through the room, the speaker in the right hand corner vibrating with the females vocals, their names sounding stressed, her voice not a good tone.

                ‘We have a problem out on the deck.  A ship about the same size just approached and seems to be trying to attack us!!’

                Min stressed heavily through the speaker.  Chansung’s face instantly going pale, Wooyoung following suit as he looked at Chansung who was gripping his arm rather tightly, a sudden rock off the ship, a loud explosion sounding off as the two men tumbled to the ground.

                ‘!  June!’

                Chansung cursed, struggling to stand up after his fall, Wooyoung doing the same, his past injury long forgotten as he pulled Chansung as quickly as he could to his feet.

                ‘They are trying to board the ship, be careful Chansung and Wooyoung, don’t allow them to get in here, rigged the locks for the drivers room for now, but it won’t hold back explosions. I suggest June get his princely in here.’

                Min spoke; Chansung growling as he pulled Wooyoung towards the door that lead to the deck, he knew he shouldn’t hae left Junsu to go after Taecyeon alone.

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                Nichkhun watched as the ship faltered from the sudden blow, his hands resting behind his back as his men managed to get a bridge to clasp along the side of the other airship, his eyes set a long the empty deck, he knew the prince he was after was on the ship, but where?  Stepping onto the bridge his men guided him towards the next ship, his feet stepping on it carefully.  Scanning around now, he knew he needed to find what he was looking for.

                ‘We are here for the Prince of Daegu.  He is to be alive, but if anyone prevents his rescue…  Kill all who get in your way.  You must do it fast; this ship will not remain in the air long if we cannot find him.’

                Nichkhun spoke, raising his hand into the air to give the command, his men already on the move…  He was going to find the prince, one way or another.