Daughter of the pirate king (an ateez fanfiction)

Chapter 13

Seonghwa leaves to find me some breakfast. Meanwhile, I ponder on my own stupidity. Of course you would keep something so valuable on your person at all times. After Jeskor died, his sons would have searched his body. They would have found the map. Hongjoong is one of the greediest men I've ever met. If he didn't already know what the map was, he would have done everything he could to find out. And once he did—Hongjoong's despicable and abusive and manipulative. He's the last thing I'd ever want to touch on this ship. Perhaps that's why I never thought to check if he carries the map on him. Of course he would. Where else would you keep something you don't want anyone else to find? I'll bet that's the real reason why Seonghwa and Hongjoong rebelled against their father, tried to take the ship, and ended up slaughtering the original crew. How could it be over anything less than the map that leads to the treasure of a thousand ages? To think, I might've been so close to it so very many times. But it could be anywhere on him. Any pocket on his coat, shirt, breeches. Even tucked into his underthings. Oh, I truly hope it's not there. Unfortunately for me, there's only one way to find out. I've no choice but to seduce the captain. I hate doing that. But how else am I to get him alone? I could wait until tonight when he's asleep, but I don't want to waste what little is left of my song to keep him asleep. Hongjoong may be a deeper sleeper than Seonghwa, but how could anyone stay asleep while someone is stripping them of all their clothing? No, I need to act now. As soon as Seonghwa returns. I cannot risk getting to the checkpoint without already having the map to present to my father. Time to use more of what Mother gave me.

Seonghwa comes back with breakfast: more eggs. I eat quickly, then I tell him, "I want to go outside today." "Why?" he asks suspiciously. "Because I've been cooped up in here like some child's pet, and I want out." "If you're out on the deck, the captain will expect you to work." "Fine." Seonghwa fumbles with the empty dish in his hand but catches it before it connects with the ground. "What did you say?" "I said fine. Is there something wrong with your ears?" "I was under the impression you didn't do anything that involved getting your clothes dirty." "I learned as a little girl that pirating means being filthy from time to time. You just have to be rich enough to afford regular bathing and several changes of clothes. Speaking of which, I want a new outfit." "But you're going to get dirty." "I know that, but I've already been in this one for too many days." Mingi's been bringing me new clothes since I was moved to Seonghwa's room. It's very thoughtful of him, but I don't have the time to wait around for him to decide to bring me more. I need to be clean and fresh when I seduce Hongjoong. "All right, I'll go grab you something," Seonghwa says. "No, I want you to bring all my things." He snorts. "Not a chance. Who knows what else you're hiding in there? You'll get one outfit and one outfit alone." Mingi didn't grant that request, either, but it was worth a try. "Fine," I say, "bring me the green one." "The green one?" "Yes, you'll know it when you see it. And I want a fresh blouse and leggings." "Anything else? Some undergarments, perhaps?" "I wouldn't dream of giving you the satisfaction." He laughs. "You can't exactly stop me, now, can you?" He leaves much too quickly for me to believe he's simply doing a lady a favor. Too eager, he was. Perhaps he didn't want to listen to my arguments. Or it's the thrill of going through my underthings.

"What is this?" Seonghwa demands some time later. He doesn't even bother to shut the door behind him when reentering. "My clothing," I respond. "Honestly, Seonghwa, have you forgotten the names of—" "No," he says, cutting off my rather witty remark. "This is not clothing. This wouldn't cover a child." "It stretches, you dolt." "Stretches!" he exclaims. "No. You will not wear this." He tosses me instead a wad of purple fabric that he'd been holding in his other hand. It's a corset, but this one is an over bust instead of an under bust. It's complete with a hood and short attachable sleeves. "Whatever did my green top do to offend you?" I ask. "You're not daft, Aurora. Do you think a single member of the crew would be able to focus on their duties if you wore that?" That is exactly why I chose it. I need to get Hongjoong's attention. He's never looked at me as anything more than an inconvenience. Today that has to change, and I have to do it without wasting what's left of my song. He's the captain, and I'm his prisoner. But I need him to look at me as more than that. He needs to be unable to see me as anything other than a woman. In that green assortment, it's impossible to mistake the fact. "That's hardly my problem," I say. "I want the green one." "Well, you can't have it. I'm tossing it over the edge of the railing." "Come now, Seonghwa. That's hardly fair." "You're a prisoner. Nothing's supposed to be fair for you." Fine, I will have to make do with the purple corset, but I can't help but tease Seonghwa a bit first. "Are you sure there's not something more at work here, Seonghwa?" "What do you mean?" "I think you're acting like a jealous husband." "A what?" "You know, men that women shackle themselves onto." "Yes, I know what a husband is." He clenches his fists and glares at me. He's awfully handsome when he's angry. "There is nothing to be jealous of." "So you're saying that if I were to wear that top, it would in no way affect you personally?" "Not at all." "Then there's no problem with me wearing it, is there? Give it to me." He clenches his teeth. "No."