pirate king (pirate!au) ➵ ateez ✔️

fortune

The two of you stop outside a dark, smoky cabin.

It's dark now, the sun having sunk behind the waves a while ago, the moon taking its place in the sky. Shifting shadows are cast in the gloom of the shop, and the dead snakes hanging at the doorway really isn't encouraging you to go in any further.

You turn to stare at Jongho dubiously.

"To be fair," Jongho says as he looks over at the eerie, shoddy establishment with equally doubtful eyes. The rickety bamboo frame looks like it could collapse on itself any moment. "It didn't look this creepy the last time I was here."

You swallow uncomfortably. "Maybe we should go back-"

"There is no fear in stepping forward, only moving back..." A hiss comes from deep within the shack and you jump, hand clenching around Jongho's wrist in a vice grip. A bead of cold sweat slides down your neck and you turn to the young battlemaster with a silent plea in your eyes.

He nudges you towards the entrance gently. "I'll be with you. There's no need to be scared."

That does make you feel better about your chances of leaving the dingy building alive, but you still don't feel very eager to step inside. With Jongho's hand on your back, you step cautiously into the fortune teller's booth.

The small space is dimly lit, the only light coming from the flickering stubs of candles on the rough wooden table at the very back. Even as short as you are, you have to stoop underneath many of the strange things hanging from the ceiling. You hear Jongho's muffled cursing behind you as he bumps into everything and anything in his way, things that you're lucky to have been small enough to avoid.

There's a small hearth at the side, coals still glowing red from a recently put out fire. Dried herbs and animal parts lie scattered everywhere on the floor, and to your left you see a stack of wooden cages stacked upon each other, every one holding some sort of rodent or gigantic spider. You inhale nervously and the pungent smell of burnt hair and animal excrement fills your lungs.

But there is no sign of the fortune teller.

You glance nervously at Jongho, who's dusting the cobwebs from his shoulders. "It seems like she isn't here-"

"Customers..." You shriek in horror as you see a pile of rags that had definitely been unmoving just seconds before burst into life, wheeling backwards as hysteria washes over you for a moment. Then Jongho catches you from the back firmly with strong arms, and calm washes gently over you once more. You catch your breath slowly.

"We're here for a reading." The young battlemaster's voice is unwavering. You can't quite make out her face underneath the tattered hood she's wearing, but you can smell her breath all the way from across the table and see the light reflected in her near maniacal eyes. The fortune teller grins to reveal a mouth of yellowing teeth.

"Sit!" She demands, pointing dramatically a rickety seat in front of the table. You eye it doubtfully, unsure whether that can really hold your weight considering that it looks like it's on the verge of collapse, but Jongho nods you forward.

Surprisingly, the seat doesn't shatter under you.

"Fortune favours the fair." The fortune teller leans across the table to take a closer look at you. You can count every single decaying tooth in her mouth, she's much too close for comfort. Your skin crawls with goosebumps as you feel her eyes rake across your face.

"Don't touch him." Jongho snaps, his unyielding hand stopping the fortune teller in her tracks. She hisses at him, more animal than human, slinking back into her seat like a feline.