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"What?" Yejoon looked at Jaebum, obviously offended. "I'm not into him, I'm just describing what he looked like. It's not my fault he was good-looking and half-naked. They probably don't wear a lot of sweaters here."

He could understand that. It was pretty hot. He huffed and Cheon just raised his eyebrows, then nodded at Jaebum.

"I'll go with the egghead. I'll bring flares, just in case, so keep an eye on the sky."

"I'll stay with horny boy." Jaebum smirked and then shook his head, slapping Yejoon hard on the ass. "Stop getting so worked up, I'm teasing. You always get so worked up over every joke."

Gyungho rolled his eyes, wishing he didn't have to leave Yejoon alone with the assholes. "See you later, Joon-ah. Maybe sit with your brother for a few, he's near the beach." So, hopefully, Jungkook could watch out for him. He didn't trust Jaebum.

Turning to Cheon, Gyungho sighed. "You ready?"

"I'm always ready," Cheon smirked, glancing at Jaebum before already heading off the right way, waiting for Gyungho to keep up with him. "North, right?" Shouldn't be that far. "Yejoon's being prissy again, bet he'll give him a good fucking to shut him up."

Seemed to be what was needed. "They can speak here, right? Not all weird." To Cheon, not knowing Korean equalled not knowing anything.

"He's not being prissy, he's just a bit shaken and scared. He was pretty traumatised." He didn't think Yejoon needed a good fuck, he thought Yejoon needed a nap and some comfort. Too bad he was with a load of dicks. Hopefully someone would tell his little brother so he'd have some comfort at least.

"They speak Korean but a little off, the grammar is tweaked but I could understand what he was saying to Yejoon." Well, not all of them did, he supposed. "Rumour has it that one tribe speaks Korea and the other is more Thai in language so I dunno if they know Korea or not."

"Ohh, I love Thai. Their boys are basically girls. And slutty girls at that." Cheon was very welcoming to other cultures, he'd always felt that. Cheon followed the closest thing he could find to a path. This place could really use a good road system. Whatever, they would get there. "What else do you know about them? Are the two tribes fighting? We befriend one, the other is our enemy, that kind of thing?"

"They are not. They're just Thai. They're hot though but I think most people are so I suppose I can't judge." Jaebum always called him 'slutty' cause he was bi. He didn't think he was, he was just open... and blissfully not racist like Cheon. "I don't know entirely, I only recently started to study them but from the last account I read, they were at war and the only neutral ground was where the prophet is. Each generation, a new prophet from either tribe is sired and where he is, no fighting is allowed."

"Huh. Prophets. That's like a fortune teller, right?" Cheon nodded, he could understand that. A lot of people believed in fortune tellers and he supposed some might actually be able to do it, why not someone who was out in the backwoods like this? "So... Do you think we are headed toward where they live or toward that prophet?" He was ready either way.

"Hey, if I hurt that prophet, you don't think I'd get cursed or anything, right?"

"Kinda. And yeah, you'd get cursed." He didn't want the prophet dead so he was just going to say that and hope it works. "They say if you kill a prophet, you get a skin disease that rots your penis and it falls off." There. That should seal that one. "I wouldn't risk it if I was you."

With his hands in his pockets, he paused and considered his options. "I think probably we're heading to the prophet so we should decide who we plan to approach first after that. Do we want to greet and befriend the Thai or the Koreans?"

"I mean, we can probably talk better with the Koreans, so that'd make sense." Although he did like Thai people. "Maybe meeting the prophet will help us decide. Hope he speaks Korean."

Cheon looked around, then frowned when he spotted red colour smeared onto a tree. He put a hand on Gyungho's shoulder and pointed it out. "Might be a sign? Is it blood?"

He moved closer, sniffed. "I think it's paint of some kind. Wonder what it means."

"Could be mark, could be a pathway-- Oh, there's blue there." The tree to the left had a similar smear so he touched it and felt the paint crack between his fingers. "Let's just follow the paint and see where it takes us, yeah?" Gyungho moved along, leading the way as he stopped to check where paint was splattered, truly fascinated.

"It's amazing, they make their own paints and they can tattoo. Isn't that fascinating? They're very artistic." Gyungho thought it was amazing. He grinned and turned to Cheon. "It's their own culture."

"If I was stuck on some backwards island without proper entertainment, I'd make paints too." Cheon muttered it, looking around. The colours were interesting, quite vibrant. He kept following the path laid out and as they reached the top of the hill, he looked down and was silent for a moment. That was an impressive sight, even he had to admit that. "Big tree."

It was. A big tree in the middle of a small, round clearing, looking more man-made than anything else so far. The tree's leaves were hanging down to the ground, but there were strange fruit growing from its branches as well. Or something. Different coloured, some looked like pieces of fabric, more and less faded. Some might be pieces of wood or... bone?

"Creepy place."

"Might be art, might be a warning... Let's move slowly and be careful, hyung." He took off ahead, unsure if this was safe or not, just trying to study the tree but not get too close. It might be trapped. "Remember to be respectful to the prophet. If you want anything from the native people here, that's the key. Respect him and they'll start to trust you."

Hell, could Cheon respect people? Could he fake it? Hard to say.

"Only they'll know where your jewels are." And he knew that would keep Cheon at bay. He wanted his riches, he wanted an island of his own and he couldn't do that without a lot of force or just making friends.

"Someone is watching us," Cheon muttered, having seen the leaves rustle. Maybe he was imagining it, but he was generally good about these things. He stepped a little closer toward the tree, reaching for his gun, but not yet drawing it. He knew he had to be careful, he had a goal in mind and he wasn't an idiot. "Come out! Show yourself!"

A few tense seconds passed, but then the trees leaves parted in one place, like a curtain. The various items attached to the branches made sounds as they moved. The man who had stepped forward wasn't tall, but certainly strange looking. His hair was dyed a vibrant red and reached down to the ground, gradually fading to an ink black. Whether it was his real hair, Cheon couldn't tell. His eyes were smeared with black and he was wearing a black skirt that reached the ground as well, his upper body bare, but covered in tattoos.

Weird guy, Cheon concluded, but he bowed his head a little bit.

"You should have asked nicely," Minjun suggested, looking from one to the other. He had been watching and listening. There was a reason he wasn't wearing his necklace or any other jewels right now.

Gyungho bowed properly to this insane weirdo and then smiled cause hey, he spoke Korean. Good Korean. Perfect, that made having a conversation way easier. Gyungho grinned at the prophet. "You're him, aren't you? The prophet. We're so honoured to meet you. I'm Choi Gyungho and this is Ko Cheon, he's my boss and friend."

Introductions were important. Damn, he should have brought some kind of gift for him or something. He patted himself down before pulling out a candy bar and holding it out.

"For you, it's a gift. It's... candy. Chocolate." Luckily he had more. "What should we ask nicely for?"

"Everything, if you have manners." Minjun tilted his head to the side. Candy. Chocolate. He was curious, but he didn't reach out just yet. "You are the one who threw stones." He fit the description that he'd been given. But the other one? He eyed Cheon critically. "You are different. Not pretty at all."

Cheon frowned, taken aback. He knew he wasn't pretty, but it was a weird thing to suddenly throw at him.

"Boss means chief?" Since Cheon seemed useless, Minjun talked to Gyungho again, trying to put things together. "Ko Cheon is your chief. Are you a warrior?"

"God no. And I'd hardly call those stones, they were pebbles." Great, he got ratted on to the prophet. "Your friend had a knife to my friend's throat so I protected him. I didn't do it for the hell of it. I'm not a fighter. Cheon does that stuff, I'm a ...thinker, not a doer." He supposed scientist would be over their heads so he tried to keep it nice and simple.

He approached carefully, still offering out the candy.

"Sorry if I hurt the man but he was kind of coming on strong to my buddy, yeah? He shouldn't do that. We want to make friends." Hence the candy. "Candy is good, come on, try it."

"You didn't hurt him. He's strong." A lot stronger than any of these looked. Minjun glanced at the candy again, feeling strange about it. He was curious, sure, but the way it was offered made him feel as if they wanted to feed a wild animal. He couldn't blame them for not knowing their customs, but still. It was on him to uphold them. "You can put your offering on the ground."

He looked at Gyungho, then Cheon. Cheon wasn't focused on him, he noted. Instead he looked everywhere, searching. Gems, he assumed. He shook his head, looking at Gyungho again. "Do you not have enough friends where you are from? Why did you come to make friends here?"

"Cause you're probably cooler than the idiots I live with." Gyungho admitted as he set the candy down and then shrugged a little, smiling at Minjun. "I mean, you definitely are already. I love your hair, it's amazing. Mines so boring." It was just black and styled, he felt so uninteresting next to him. "I saw the paint on the trees, it's so beautiful. It's such a rich blue, I can barely get that from acrylic paints at home. Was it you? You're very talented if it was."

Whoops, he was rambling. He held up his hand apologetically. "Sorry, I got a lot of feelings. My bad."

Turning back, he looked at Cheon. "You wanna add anything, boss?"

"It's not my real hair," Minjun admitted, before correcting himself, gesturing vaguely. "Some of it is." A lot went into how his hair looked, it changed a lot throughout the year. Frankly, he was just relieved that this time, he didn't have any stones woven into it. "The paint is made by me. It is only used by me too. Colours mean a lot to us."

Cheon's eyes narrowed. Maybe that was connected to the gems after all. "Very beautiful colours. You must be proud."

"Must I?" Minjun shrugged, looking at Gyungho again. He was much nicer to look at. "I saw a storm coming. Maybe that is what you are."

"I hope not, I hate getting wet." Gyungho confessed as he looked around at all the things that were around here, clearly in awe. He smiled when he saw a load of paint splattered all over the floor, reaching down to look at it. "They are beautiful. Maybe if you have time and you don't mind talking to an outsider, you can tell me what they mean. I'd love to know... if it's not rude to ask."

It was so tricky to say. He stood up straight and turned his head, trying not to get too swept up.

"My boss is looking to talk with the tribes. Or, at least, one of the tribes. Do you know which way we need to go? We come in peace." For now, at least.

"I could teach you a little. If you and your people don't do anything rude." Because Minjun had seen the signs the Gods had sent him and, more importantly, he saw the men right now. Maybe Gyungho came in peace, but that other man, he didn't think peace was ever on his mind. "The tribes live hidden. No outsider is allowed to go there. But I can arrange for a meeting here."

Whether he would, he hadn't decided yet. "Bring the pretty one. The one the warrior met."

"Bunch of pervs." Cheon snorted. "Think we can trade Yejoon in?"

"Woah, no, you already scared him enough. Yejoon doesn't want to be attacked and he's ours. No trades, no swapsies." Just to be clear. Maybe he could get Yejoon to come but it wasn't a priority. "I won't make a promise he'll come but I'll ask him. Like civilised people, we ask first." Just to clarify that demanding didn't get what they wanted or they might do it more. "We can come back tomorrow, we'd like to meet the tribes."

Turning his head, he gave Cheon a glare. "And no, we are not trading him. Yejoon is our friend."

Or he was his friend. He was unsure about Cheon and Jaebum.

"I was saying you should bring him. Not trade him." Minjun frowned. "Why would we want that? We don't have slaves. Is he a slave?" He was getting confusing messages here. Either way, he shook his head, but kept talking. "I will ask representatives of the tribes to be here tomorrow, but I make no promises."

That seemed safest. "You are a scholar, yes?" He said it to Gyungho. "An adviser. You are very young."

"He's an egghead, yeah." Cheon was so helpful. Minjun looked confused.

"No, he's not a slave but I wanted to just make sure that you knew I can't bring him unless he wants to." He loved Yejoon so he'd keep him safe. He'd bring him if he had to, he'd pet his hair and take care of him... or something that made Yejoon sound less like a cat. Though he was kind of a cat. Right down to the fact that he hissed when annoyed. His little buddy was such a cat.

"I am young, I went to study at university and graduated a while back. My eomma paid, she had high hopes. I'm a scientist, I specialised in natural science and anthropology." So this was so cool to see. "I'm here to help. Both him and you. Any questions, I'll try to answer."

Like the good boy he was.

"I don't know some of those words," Minjun admitted, frowning as he tried to puzzle together the meaning as well as he could. "If you come or if you stay now, you can watch as I call the tribe. That is what you do, yes? Watch and learn. It's the same for us."

He nodded his head and looked at Cheon. "You brought weapons, didn't you? This is a sacred place. You shouldn't have. Don't do it again."

"I didn't bring weapons!" Cheon lied. "You shouldn't accuse me like that."

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