finders keepers ? k.jw | ?

You had no clue how much time had passed since you'd left Earth. There were no clocks—at least not ones that you could read—in Jungwoo's ship, and your spaceman stayed knocked out, never coming close to consciousness. You got hungry at some point, but you couldn't find any food, or least anything that you would risk eating this early. Maybe if it really felt dire. You hadn't stocked Jungwoo up with supplies yet, you thought you had more time. Was he really planning on leaving like that?

A pleasant dinging came over the speakers of the ship eventually, reminding you of the sound that played over plane intercoms when an announcement was made. A computerized voice said something, but you realized you couldn't understand it. You couldn't make out a single word or syllable. It must be speaking Galarii. Nothing was flashing red, hopefully it wasn't anything that required your assistance.

It felt like the ship was slowing down. You held onto Jungwoo's lifeless body tightly to brace the two of you. He was still warm, and you took a small comfort in that.

With another jerk and cacophonous rattle, the ship touched down. You were pretty sure. The hum of the reactors died down, and it felt like the ship had finally stopped. Jungwoo let out a weak sound of pain in your arms, and you were on your feet.

You slammed your hand against the button to open the hatch with none of the grace that you'd seen Jungwoo use dozens of times. Tugging the transcoder off his neck, you put it on yourself before wedging your shoulder under his, planting your foot on a seat cushion, and heaving upwards with as much force as you could. Either the gravity on Galaria was different, you were having an adrenaline rush, or both, as Jungwoo's body actually moved with you. You jerked both of you up onto the ladder, yelling in between deep breaths.

"Help!" Shove. "Help us!" Heave. "Help! Somebody!" Push. "Help!"

After the next jump, your head poked out of the cockpit. Immediately, you were met with winds that whipped your hair around and chilled you to the bone. You took as deep of a breath that you could, the frosty air feeling like knives in your lungs, to let out another cry, "Help!"

The lilac sky was barely visible through the snow that flurried around your face, sticking to your skin and hair. Two figures appeared through the snowstorm, approaching the spaceship, and you readjusted your hold on Jungwoo to lean his weight back on you to free up one arm to wave at them fervently.

"Over here!" You screamed. "Help us! Please!"

Jungwoo coughed, blue blood dribbling out of his mouth.

"Oh god..." You cupped his cerulean-stained cheek, panic flooding your heart as you saw the two figures stop in their tracks.

Heaving the two of you over the side in the quickest way you knew to get down, you slid down the ship, the fresh snow that had piled up breaking your fall about as well as Donghyuck had before. The impact rattled up your feet and knees, and you swore under your breath as you definitely heard something pop that had never popped before. Wrapping Jungwoo's arm around your shoulders, you started dragging him towards the two figures.

"Hey!" You yelled out at them, glaring against the snow and wind. Tears streamed down your face as the wind battered your eyes, and your teeth were already chattering. "What the hell are you doing? He's fucking dying! Help him!"