Ship of Dreams

Description

Jongin's making his way to America in hopes of a better life, one where he can support himself with his art. Baekhyun is an aristocrat supporting himself on his family's money, making his way to America to be married to someone he's not in love with.

Foreword

A lone sea bird cries, carried high on the wind. A couple talks lowly, heads together and hands shyly but firmly intertwined. Below, a steward walks a slow but eager trio of older dogs. A little girl pulls at her nurse's hand, pointing to the dogs. There aren't many children among the first-class; Baekhyun wonders if they're traveling with their parents.

Baekhyun turns so his back is to the railing and hops up to sit precariously. The water laps at the ship beneath him, waiting to swallow him should he fall. Tucking his feet over the bottom railing, he secures himself and tests the safety by leaving back.

Thwap.

Something wraps around the railing by Baekhyun's leg. It's paper, thinner than writing stationary but heavier than newspaper. He looks at the lower deck and sees a boy looking up at him, clutching the remaining stack of papers to keep them from flying off his lap.

It's something to do, Baekhyun figures, and he waves at the boy, pointing to the deck to signal he'll come down and return the paper.

The boy is waiting on the same bench when Baekhyun walks around the pillar at the base of the stairs. He's handsome, with a face and figure girls fawn over. “Here you are. Drawing paper isn't easy to come by on a ship.” He hands the paper back with an apology. “It got rather wrinkled, unfortunately.” Even weighing his paper with his arm, the paper wrinkles and tears.

“Thank you.” His voice is low, deeper than Baekhyun expects. Something about him looks very familiar, too, and he can't place it. Wrinkled slacks, a partly ed shirt beneath a worn wool jacket...

“Forgive me, but have we met?”

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Rijat1 #1
Chapter 1: I love this so muuuch