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Jumpspace Renegade - ep. 5 ✨🚀

[6.3k words, 20 min. read - Jisung x Fem. Reader - Stray Kids Multi Fic, Scifi!au, Choose Your Own Adventure - NSFW/Smut - Semi-Public Sex, Developing FWB, Forming Alliances, Learning Motives, Touring the Ship (Again), Solving Mysteries, Cybernetically Enhanced Anatomy, Scifi Smoking, Always Check the Tags]

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You wanted answers. Less than a day on board and you were already being messed with like this? Tension weighed on your chest. Minho was far too obvious of a suspect. He was immediately out. But Chan.

Chan!

Chan wanted to know if there was a warrant or bounty out for you before he even learned your name.

That dick.

It easily could’ve been him…

If Jisung weren’t so damn suspicious. The pilot had been on you from the moment you got on board, and suddenly he just decided to sneak your bag into your cabin for you?

That was too obvious, but in a wholly different way. Jisung had to be dealt with.

At this moment you noticed your hand was balled up, and you had to wind yourself back down for a second. You had to think this through. Jisung was the pilot. Those positions weren’t casual in crews like Chan’s, they were coveted. You couldn’t just accuse Jisung out in the open or make a big deal out of it. This would have to be carried out on the down low… at least a little. But how?

A soft knock at your door got your attention before Changbin poked his head in, taking a second before actually looking at you like he was worried he caught you getting dressed or something.

“Hey,” he casually greeted. You stifled down a giggle at his disembodied head floating in your door. “Felix cooked up some supper. You should come grab some.”

“Sounds good,” you nodded in confirmation, still barely containing your giggle. “Dress code?”

“I’ll be real with you,” Changbin finally chuckled himself, “the guys might be wearing more clothes than usual with you here. It usually looks like a locker room here half the time. Just be comfortable.”

You grinned and nodded in understanding. “Cool. I’ll be up in a minute.”

The contents of your bag were still spread on your bed and you made yourself do a quick inventory. You’d been taking this bag to the gym, so it contained basic toiletries, along with the wimpiest pair of shower shoes known to man, but you’d also managed to throw some extra clothes and personal items in here before heading out on the run. The ship felt warmer now that you were at speed, and it was nearing the night cycle, so it only made sense to change into something fit to settle down in. Your shirt swapped out for a tank top under your cozy hoodie, and you substituted your leggings for a soft pair of shorts. Thankfully, you did find one pair of sneakers hidden under your gym clothes, so you weren’t stuck with the boots or the shower shoes. The magnets in these soles also left a lot to be desired, but it was far better than nothing.

You weren’t the only who’d changed, you realized when you came out to the large booth in the corner of the galley. Almost everyone looked far more relaxed despite the chaos. It was already a madhouse out here, with the crew all openly squabbling over and picking at the spread Felix had prepared as they assembled. Changbin was batting Jisung away from his plate before Seungmin came in from upstairs, setting a chart he was working on in between the two. Jeongin came in behind him, tossing his book down on the table but also clearly on a call with someone, judging by the way he was seemingly talking to himself until you spied his earpiece.

“Yeah,” Jeongin babbled while he attempted to swat Seungmin away from a roll he had his eye on, “I think I’ll actually be able to pick some up since we’ll be going out that way and – dude!”

“Try focusing,” Seungmin chided him, satisfied with his prize.

Hyunjin casually waltzed in, his already cozy ensemble from earlier traded out for a simple t-shirt and shorts under a robe. The tablet tucked under his arm led your eyes down to notice something curious, though.

Hyunjin also only had one leg. However, unlike Chan’s, Hyunjin didn’t have the Synth Skin liner, instead opting to keep the soft glow of the electronics inside of the semi-opaque casing unfettered. Then you caught the sweet smell of the smoke wafting from the charger clip perched on his lip.

You never really understood the appeal of these. The whole apparatus was pretty simple. A cartridge held multiple disposable clips, and you could slip them off and click them on for a decent smoke. You’d dabbled in it when you were younger but the habit was simply too costly for your liking.

Chan entered from the kitchen with his own assembled plate and easily plucked the clip from Hyunjin’s mouth. “Quit fucking smoking on my ship,” the captain pestered, taking his own puff before tossing the clip into the bin recessed into the galley wall, one surprisingly swift move. Hyunjin was unfazed, but graciously accepted when Jisung surreptitiously passed him a spare from his own pocket when Chan wasn’t looking.

The pilot took notice of you now, and it was at this second that you realized you were just lingering.

“Nova,” he brightly called you over, “you better come get some before it all gets inhaled.”

“I appreciate it,” you gratefully accepted. “I’m starving, actually.”

It was true. The day had been so long you pretty much forgot the whole morning by now, and your stomach was an empty pit. You helped yourself to a seat between him and Seungmin before digging in.

“Hey,” you directed towards Jisung. He instantly perked up at attention despite you already shoveling food in your mouth. “How about that tour you were dying to give me?”

Jisung’s eye widened in recollection before nodding enthusiastically. He was just swallowing down a mouthful of food when Chan boredly interjected from across the table.

“Jisung should really be watching the bridge,” he stonewalled, not even looking at you. He simply browsed through his own tablet. “Just in case we get any updates from Fed Patrol. Relay pings will only get our attention so much. Besides, I thought Changbin already showed you around.”

The pilot almost looked bruised before he reluctantly nodded again. “I – we – yeah... That's right. I should probably get back to it.”

Jisung picked up his half-eaten dinner without another word before exiting the galley, heading up the stairs to the bridge.

You eyed Chan while you slowed down to a steady nibble on your food. What a dick.

“Felix, eat,” Changbin nagged.

“In a sec,” Felix replied as he rushed past, a tray in his hands that apparently wasn’t his. “Taking this down to the hold.”

Minho?

A bulb of opportunity burst in your mind and you took a chance, turning to face Felix. “Seriously, you should eat. I can take it!”

Chan balked. “No, there’s really no need–”

“You know what? Thank you,” Felix tiredly lauded, offering you a hand out of the booth and then passing you the tray.

You caught the captain rolling his eyes before he got up. “Fine, whatever, Felix deserves a hot meal anyway. I’ll be in my cabin if anyone needs me.”

Felix settled into the seat you’d been occupying while Chan stalked up the stairs back to the bridge before you ventured down into the hold.

For reasons you couldn’t quite place, your short dinner with the men seemed weird. Maybe they were just like that, this ragtag team of rogues, but it didn’t sit right with you. Something was off.

You descended the stairs, checking back over your shoulder to see if Jeongin or Hyunjin were also coming down this way. The lights flipped on as you hit the bottom step. From this fresh perspective, you spied the hatch up to the service access beside the brig.

“Awh, you shouldn’t have,” Minho grinned. You jumped when his uncuffed hands rested on the bars. “My little birdy just got out of the cage and she’s already back?”

“How’d you do that?” you smirked, nodding towards his free wrists before passing the tray through a slim slot in the door. Minho immediately dug in.

“God, that Felix can cook,” Minho groaned into the plate. “Anyway, you showed me how to do it, remember?”

“Without help?” you gawked. You'd never figured out how to do it by yourself.

“Sure,” the bounty shrugged, like it was nothing, “took a couple tries but I got it. Now did you just want to show me your pretty face? Or did you need something?”

You pulled over a crate to sit on, still glancing at the doorway every minute or so. Minho was doing the same, sitting back on the bench at the wall while he finished scarfing down his food.

“Why would I come down here if I didn't need something?” you teased. “Maybe I just missed you.”

Minho shot you a knowing sneer and you volleyed it right back at him.

“What’s your read on this crew?” you asked, your voice a touch lower now.

The bounty’s eyebrows raised in interest. He set the tray down beside him on the bench and folded his arms across his chest. His shoulders settled back against the wall. “Harmless. Fairly harmless,” he ruled, stroking his chin now. “Seungmin, the navvy, he’s good. I’m betting he does good business, too. I’m surprised to find him here, honestly, he’d probably do great in a proper desk job, like, even as a diplomat.”

“Space chasers,” you shrugged.

Minho nodded in agreement with the generalization. “You know it. He probably just prefers to roam. Hyunjin… He'd probably make a good diplomat, too, but for the opposite reason. He's as slick as they come. I'd watch out for him.”

“Already was,” you assured him. “What about Felix? Or the mechanic? Anything shady there?”

“Changbin’s cool,” Minho shook his head. “No more shady than your average guy. Felix is an angel so far; the only one that’s seemed to treat me like a person and not a piece of meat. Jeongin is good, too. He’s familiar? I think? But not in a meaningful way.”

“Like a boy next door?” you prompted.

Minho concurred with a snap of his fingers. “That’s gotta be it.”

“Okay, so if it’s all peaches here,” you sighed, “do I even need to actually worry?”

The fact that this was all surrounding your stolen ring was driving you insane, but Minho’s serious expression brought you some comfort that you weren't being outlandish.

“That pilot… Him and the captain. They’re both hiding something. No idea what, though.”

You shifted uncomfortably on the crate. “Something like a team job?”

“Not even,” Minho sighed. “But it’s something. It may not even be related, they might both have their own secrets. Things have just been weird the whole time I've been here.”

You digested this for a second before you stood back up, resolute. “Good to know,” you ruled.

“What’s gotten you all curious?” Minho asked, his Cheshire grin returning. He smirked at your wink.

“Maybe I have my own secrets,” you joked.

“Hey,” he added, more serious now as he got up to meet you at the bars. “Do me a favor. Keep your wits about you, okay?”

You scoffed. “What happened to ‘fairly harmless’?”

Minho rolled his eyes while he snapped his cuffs back on. Appearances were important, after all. “Fairly harmless for a group of mercenaries, Nova. Not one of these guys hasn’t served time, and that’s only for what they've been caught doing. A crew like this? They’re pirates with permits.”

Minho rested his hands on the bars again. Just to keep things light, you playfully tightened the cuffs on his wrist a little more. He was cute when he winced, his nose scrunching before he tried to loosen them again. Something about your short time together and your brief repartee when you shared the brig with him earlier sort of made you a little endeared to the rogue.

“Hey,” you teased, “you almost sound like you care.”

“Who says I don’t?” Minho shot back. “Just meet these guys on their level, yeah? If they don’t play fair, neither do you.”

You had to think about that. You liked the sound of it. Minho’s ears reddened when you reached through the bars, seemingly to cup his face before you pinched his cheek instead. “You scoundrel. I appreciate that. I'll see you later.”

If they don't play fair, neither do you.

Yeah, you liked that.

Because Jisung really didn't seem to have played fair, if you suspected right.

You eyed the stairs again, but quickly thought better of it. Instead, you headed over to the service access hatch. Minho watched, curious, before you gave him a short wave and popped into the small door. Unlike the upper service access connected to your cabin, the one that led to Chan’s quarters, you could fully stand here and the closed hatch to the top of the cargo hold sat at your feet. At chest height, the next hatch you passed was for the workshop, and then there was your room, the empty room besides yours, and further down the slim hallway… Jisung’s room.

You leaned against the metal surface, trying to hear anything inside before you decided to go ahead and open the door an inch. In the dark and with no Jisung in sight, the plan was to leave the hatch open while you waited. Theatrical, yes, but maybe it was a little fun as well. Jisung seemed like a friendly enough guy. If you were going to find out that he was an asshole, you'd rather have a good time doing it.

Minutes passed in Jisung’s cabin, and you were starting to doubt if this was dumb. What was your backup plan? Did you even have one? You propped your elbows up on the bottom of the hatch opening like it was a windowsill and kept waiting–

When the soft exhale of Jisung’s cabin door startled you. You stayed in place, holding your breath while you laid in wait.

Jisung closed the door behind him and let out an exhausted sigh before you heard the distinct click of a charger clip. A small glow signaled the pilot raising the clip to his lips and inhaling. Amidst the dark, a small exhaust fan was flipped on. Jisung exhaled, a softer sigh this time carrying the sweet smoke of his clip. The next click was the light switch flipping.

Jisung probably wasn't expecting you hanging out in the service access door in his room, judging by his simultaneous jump and scream.

“Fuck-!” he wheezed, doubling over and coughing out his next puff of smoke. “What the hell are you doing in there?!”

“I see why you like lurking,” you laughed. “It’s pretty fun.”

“I do not lurk,” Jisung jokingly argued, almost relieved now that this surprise seemed friendly. “I sneak. Now do you want to get me killed? Chan forbids having girls in our quarters.”

“Ugh,” you retched, wrinkling your nose. “Sounds right. I was just going to suggest we actually go on that tour you wanted to give me so badly, like I was trying to say at dinner.”

Jisung looked over his shoulder, almost like he was checking for Chan, as if there wasn’t a shut door there. “You know what?” he scoffed. “You convinced me. He’s in his cabin for the rest of the night; the rest of the guys won’t care. Let’s go.”

You gladly accepted when Jisung leaned down to offer you a hand out of the service access. With the lights on, you could actually make out the modest living space. Jisung had one cactus on the windowsill, along with some miniature models of other space crafts. A jacket sporting a courier company logo on the sleeve was slung across the back of his desk chair. It wasn’t so much disorganized as it was comfortable… Although it was definitely a bit disorganized as well. You almost tripped on an errant sock when you followed him out the door.

Jisung led you back through the galley. Off in the kitchen, Felix was perched on the counter while Changbin scrubbed dishes. Still at the booth table was Jeongin, cozied up into the corner with his book. Jisung pointed at the booth. “It’s a great piece, right? Found it sitting in a bay back at Sentury.”

You ventured back up the stairs to the bridge. Hyunjin was casually sat in Jisung's chair at the console, using an eyepiece to inspect a bracelet against the abyss outside. His slippered feet were propped up on the console while he scribbled down some notes, never pausing to put down the bracelet or eyepiece squinted in place under his brow.

“Hyunjin doesn't know it,” Jisung quietly snickered to you, “but there's a spare bunk compartment under the chair. Just gotta slide it back and there’s a button under the console. Great for catching a quick nap while on watch.”

“Doesn’t sound like you're watching, then,” you giggled.

“You think Hyunjin is?” he shot back. He let you poke your head into the nav office that also served as Hyunjin’s research space at the back of the bridge. Charts and books and ledgers lined the shelves all the way up to the ceiling. Back on the bridge proper, you curiously pointed at a closed door.

Jisung shrugged. “Old medical bay. We do keep the medical supplies in there if you need, but it’s mostly storage. Wanna see that view I was telling you about?”

You nodded and followed along, pausing when Jisung did to wave at Seungmin in his open cabin. Even more charts and books were in his room, but also a guitar and a few framed photos. Apparently, the navigator had turned his windowsill into a nest of a bed and was able to fit an extra desk in there.

You tapped Jisung’s shoulder to get his attention. “Aren’t the beds welded in?”

“Think that stopped him?” Jisung laughed. He took a moment at the top of the stairs to run his finger over the recessed seam of a door you hadn't noticed before. “No idea why you’d need to know, but this is the access to Chan's cabin. He’s been keeping to himself a lot lately so if you're ever wondering where he is, it’s probably here.”

Jisung led you back down and through the galley. By now, Felix was shadow boxing with Jeongin in the kitchen while Changbin serenely enjoyed a beer by the counter. You thumbed behind you towards the stairs down to the hold.

“Gonna skip a whole floor of the ship?” you teased.

“What, and subject you to Lee more than you already have been?” Jisung sputtered. “Anyway, it’s just Jeongin’s and Hyunjin’s rooms down there. Didn’t you wanna see these views? Quit getting distracted.”

He opened the door to the workshop and let you in before leading you to the back wall. Up here was a slim ladder to the catwalk overhead. Following the pilot up, you stopped for a second and tugged on the leg of his joggers. Jisung looked down to see you pointing at an opaque window up here.

“Chan’s room still?” you asked.

Jisung nodded. “He never has the window open. He says there's nothing to see and it’d freak him out if anyone working up here could see in.”

You shrugged. Fair enough, you supposed. You reached the landing behind Jisung and found yourself in a small loft at the back of the catwalk. Jisung motioned for you to wait and stepped over to the back wall to flip a switch there. Turns out, most of the top half of the back wall was a bay window, giving you a panoramic view of the twin trails highlighting the stardust in the Ambler’s wake when the shade was turned down.

Jisung was sitting behind you on a short couch, fiddling with his eye patch. “Another great find. Grabbed this one as a freebie when we were bartering some surplus,” he explained, lovingly patting the piece of furniture.

“I have a weird question,” you began, finding it hard to switch subjects from the view outside despite how much you were actually wondering. “How recently did you get work done?” you asked, pointing at your eye to clarify that you were asking about his own. “Did it hurt? Why just the one?”

“I thought I had questions,” Jisung giggled. “Wanna come see?”

You paused, shifting back from the foot you’d immediately put forward. “You sure?”

“Yeah,” Jisung enthusiastically beckoned you over. “All the guys took turns looking at it already.”

The low couch squeaked when you leaned down to sit beside him. Jisung turned his knees to face you more and sat forward, just enough to not be invading your space. Your fingers brushed his fringe away from his brow before you gingerly pulled up the eye patch. Jisung’s eyes reminded you of the rich color of stained wood that you would find on imported furniture back home, the difference being the stars currently reflected at you. You gently tugged at the pilot’s eye socket to get a better look, first his eyebrow and then his bottom eyelid.

“To answer your questions,” Jisung continued. “It didn’t hurt, the stupid thing is just light sensitive still. And that’s pretty much why I decided to do one at a time. I don’t have the cash to speed up recovery so I knew I’d be working while it got better.”

“Huh,” you acknowledged, still engrossed. If you looked closely, you could see the intricate wirework incorporated into the eye.

“Hey… Nova?” Jisung asked, his voice softer now. “We’re friends, right?”

Not anymore once I prove you stole my shit, you silently answered.

“Sure, love,” you wanly assured him, “what’s on your mind?”

“Does the ship feel like Chan’s?”

What a bizarre question. You considered this, now pretty much only cupping Jisung’s face and no longer inspecting him.

“You know what?” you thought out loud. “No it doesn't. It feels like he works here. Why?”

“Well…” Jisung began. “Because it’s not. Chan’s, I mean.”

“Wait, what?” you asked. You tipped his chin up so he’d look at you again. “What?” you repeated.

“I mean, it’s his now, I guess,” Jisung babbled. “It was mine. I've just never told anyone.”

“Jisung, please explain,” you urged him, settling down into the couch beside him.

The pilot sighed, settling more into the couch himself. “It’s not that special. My family has been working off a debt that they inherited from my grandparents for as long as I can remember. We never got close to breaking even until I started working with Chan. But he needed a ship and a crew and I needed a chance.”

“Jisung!” you gasped. “Do your folks know?”

He rubbed his face into his hands, shifting his eye patch back into place. “No, fuck no, they think I'm still a cargo runner.”

“And none of the guys know? Do you have a deal to get the ship back?”

“Of course,” Jisung immediately nodded. “Chan’s a good captain and a good guy. He ‘bought’ it for a portion of my debt and I'm ‘buying’ it back with half of all my shares.”

“But it feels weird,” you prompted him.

“Well sure!” Jisung reeled. “The Ambler’s my ship and Chan's in my cabin in my bed. Of course it’s weird! You ever been cucked by your own ship? Fuck, like she’s not even really mine anymore, is she?”

You tried not to be distracted by a glaring detail. If the Clessorian ring was really worth as much as Minho was alluding to, Jisung could easily resolve a chunk of his debt, if not at least buy the Ambler back outright. But you needed to play this even more carefully now. Jisung and Chan weren’t just captain and pilot, they were tangled in a whole arrangement.

You decided you needed to get Jisung back in a more social mood, first of all. With a small push with your palm, you were able to pry the pilot’s head out of his hands and back into your own.

“Jisung,” you softly soothed him. He still refused to meet your gaze. Getting a little more bold, you tipped your lips down and gently kissed him. Now Jisung was looking right at you, albeit gobsmacked. “The Ambler is still yours,” you continued, “even if you're not the sitting captain right now. You know more about her than he ever will.”

You kissed Jisung again to seal your sentiment, this time his hand coming up and closing over your own. However, you weren't expecting him to ease you off of him, let alone with an amused laugh.

“Minho warned me about you,” he chuckled.

You sat up straight. “Lee? I thought you hate him! When did he have time to ‘warn’ you about me?”

Jisung shook his head. He still hadn’t relinquished your hand. “Hey, I never said I hate him, I'm just scared to leave you alone with him. You already spent a solid couple hours with him; who knows what charms he’s worked on you by now.”

“Charms?!” you repeated with a cackle. “You know this guy is a bit of a dick, right?”

“Look, you know what he did to even get this warrant, so–”

Jisung paused, noticing you looking confused. “You… You do know what he did? Right?"

You blithely shrugged.

The pilot sighed. “The grand ambassador of the Daedalus system. His daughter, Momo, is kidnapped. And it’s Minho, leading this whole rebellion. Momo is saved, but she’s different. She’s changed. She’s constantly in the news, ranting and raving about Daedalus and one day she vanishes. Ergo, the bounty.”

“Somehow,” you denied, “I doubt Lee’s dick is worth treason.”

“What about mine?” Jisung brazenly joked. You shoved his shoulder but gave him one quick kiss for his effort.

“You still never told me when Minho got a chance to warn you about me,” you chided.

“What? Oh. When I grabbed your bag,” he simply answered.

You eased a leg over to slide onto Jisung’s lap and hold him in place. If you could distract him long enough, who knew what he’d confess to? His hands rested on your bare thighs.

You just kept pushing through. “And what was Minho doing when you got my bag?”

He shrugged, caring about your questions less when you kissed his cheek and made your way down to his throat. “Nothing suspicious, if that’s what you're wondering.”

“That's not what I'm wondering,” you shook your head against the crook of his neck. You playfully wiggled in his lap, getting a teasing ass grab in return. “I’m more wondering if you did anything suspicious with my bag.”

Jisung’s hands stopped cold, and before you knew it he was shuffling you off of him and scrambling off the couch. He pointed at you accusingly. “You-! I can’t believe you’d – this was so – AUGH.”

“What’d I do?” you innocently asked.

Jisung was seemingly cursing his erection. “Don’t act oblivious!” he blustered, gesturing wildly at you still sitting on the couch. “You get me all alone and then get in my business and – oh you’re so evil – you're using your womanly wiles for – I don’t know – to hypnotize some info out of me?!”

You rolled your eyes. “Jisung, if I wanted to ‘hypnotize’ some info out of you I'm pretty sure I would’ve been done by now–”

“Enough!” Jisung halted you with an exasperated sigh and his hand held aloft. “I… Am going back to the bridge. To work. And do my job. Fuck, Nova,” he groaned out an exhausted exhale, before turning heel and staunchly climbing back down the ladder to leave the workshop.

“Jisung–” you tiredly called after him, getting up yourself to start running after him.

The wheels in your head started turning, and didn’t stop when you noticed he left the workshop door open behind him. You crept closer to peek through and noticed Jisung. He was hovering by the door to his room while still facing the galley and stairs back to the bridge, like he was deciding which way to go. His hands were balled into fists, massaging his fingers into his palms. He tapped his foot, shifting his weight to alternate legs. You used this opportunity to see if your hunch was right.

You slipped into your room and down into the service access hatch, ending up right back where you started.

Leave it to Jisung to close his door and turn out the lights but not shut the hatch again. This was too easy, waiting right where you had been, and sure enough you called Jisung’s bluff. So much for the bridge.

Jisung was cursing under his breath the whole way, one vitriolic, embarrassed stream of consciousness as he leaned back against the closed door in the dark. Your face heated up when you realized you were hearing him shimmy the waistband of his joggers under his hard-on.

“Goddamn, little tease, what does she even want from me? Getting me all worked up with her – ahh, fuck – wet, hot – mmh, Nova–”

“Yes, dear?” you cheekily answered.

Jisung screamed and flipped the lights on. He was shoving himself back into his pants. “You! Out!” he wheezed. “No girls in our cabins, remember?!”

“I'm not in your cabin,” you taunted.

“Out!” he insisted, rushing over to push you back through the hatch door and jumping in after you to herd you further into the cramped hallway.

You really should've brought a flashlight, now that you thought about it. You tried to back up into a more strategic position. Was the pilot going to charge you or run? There was no way to be sure. However, in the dark of the hall, you saw the faint red glow of Jisung’s eye when he apparently slipped his eye patch off. “Come on, Nova,” he invited you, surprisingly more serious now. “What do you even want?”

You took a cautious step back, luring him closer. Jisung froze when you boldly decided to come forward into his space. “Come on, Jisung,” you echoed him. “We’re friends, right? Use your critical thinking here. Someone on this ship – on your ship – stole something from me, and I'm betting you know something about it.”

“Fuck you, search me,” Jisung laughed spitefully. “You think I'll rat out the guys?”

“Thought there was no honor among thieves,” you retorted, taking him literally and backing him up into the railing, feeling out his pockets, under his shirt. Jisung jumped.

“Say what you want, but we’re a crew. I've done time for less, for Chan.”

“The same Chan who’s sleeping in your bed, in your cabin?” you sneered, knowing you were pushing his buttons by the way he grabbed onto your elbow but didn't push you off. You nuzzled your lips into the ticklish space under his ear, causing his knees to buckle. “Come on,” you taunted in a sweet murmur. “How long’s it been since you had a girl in your cabin?”

Jisung jumped back, tripping over his own feet and flying backwards onto his ass and bringing you down with him. You capitalized on the opportunity, sliding a hand up under his shirt and down, just barely under the waistband of his joggers. A full body shiver coursed through Jisung under your fingertips. Between your legs, where you were sitting on his hips, you felt him just as hard if not more than when you were back up in the loft.

“Fine. Please, I'll do whatever you want, just can I please have a piece of you,” he pleaded, his hands traveling from your hips to your waist and under your thin tank top.

You ground down against him, just a little bit. “You only have to tell me the truth, Ji,” you insisted. God, he was making you want it, too.

“I am telling you the truth, you asshole,” Jisung rasped. “I have no clue what you're talking about. What do I gotta do to help you trust that I didn’t do whatever it is you think I did?” he babbled, fully panting.

You nodded, giving in. “Let me search your room when I'm done with you.”

“When you're done? What do you mean when you’re– oh god,” he croaked.

The pilot gasped and cursed when you got him in your grip and immediately spit on his length to help slick him up. His head thunked back on the floor the second he felt you tease your entrance on his tip, your fingers desperately pulling your shorts and panties to the side to let him rock into you. Jisung bucked up, needy for you and trying to savor you sinking down onto him.

“How useful is that eye right now?” you smirked, a shiver running up your back once your soft walls squeezed tight around his full length.

“Honestly, your tits look great even covered with a shirt,” he marveled. You rolled your eyes, picking up the hem of your tank.

“How about now?”

Jisung groaned in response and automatically groped at your chest, the thumb of his other hand searching to figure out how to inch past your clothes and massage your clit. His hard cock thrust up into you, bouncing and grinding you on his hips while he couldn't stop whimpering and cursing under his breath.

You balled a fist into Jisung's hoodie and yanked him up under you, manhandling him so he was slumped against the wall so you could start riding him again, this time kissing him deep as you fucked him. Your tongues mingled together, fighting for breath while you both climbed your peaks. Under his shirt, you could almost make him sob just by teasing your fingers over his nipples while you hungrily made out with him.

“Fuck- Nova, I need to-I’m gonna–” he whined.

“Me too,” you assured him. “Kiss me and fill me up-”

“Yes baby,” Jisung helplessly nodded, rocking you on his cock even harder until he finally hit his climax, his bruising grip on your hips accompanying his gritted curse between his teeth while you came apart on top of him. You dazedly kept making out, feeling him throb inside you while you both came down.

For once, the evening seemed to slow down. You kissed Jisung’s brow, right over his enhanced eye before you eased off of him, leaving him a crumpled mess while you hopped back up into his room.

He took a minute to recover and found you stretching as you picked through his cabin. “So – I'm sorry – what’re you looking for again?”

“I got a payout from the last gig I worked in T’kaarm,” you impatiently explained, flipping through Jisung’s cluttered bookcase. “It was a ring made out of Clessorian Ore.”

“... A what?”

You sighed, looking back at Jisung resting on the frame of the service access hatch, just like you’d been earlier. “Clessorian Ore. From Clessoria. The mining planet destroyed a couple hundred years ago. It was, I dunno, dark blue but with, like, silver and green flakes in it? Is any of this ringing any bells?”

Jisung looked so blankly at you that you thought maybe you'd been speaking gibberish to him. You pointed at your own collarbone to signal to him that you'd left a small mark there. He clapped a hand to the crook of his neck. “So…" he began, finally catching up to speed. "The ring was in your bag…?”

“And it was gone when I opened the bag in my room, after you brought it up to me,” you nodded.

“So why jump me?” Jisung wondered, almost bashful. “Why not Minho? He was down there with your bag the whole time.”

You huffed out a frustrated groan, still sifting through Jisung’s stuff to make yourself feel better. “Stealing from a bag you’re left alone with? It’s too obvious for a guy of his caliber! And he’s the one that recognized the ore! Far too risky and suspicious for him. What about Chan?”

“What about him?” Jisung asked, affronted. “Did he steal it? Hell no.”

“He’s right above my room!” you argued. “Hyunjin said he saw him right before I got to the workshop for the first time.”

“Hell no,” repeated Jisung. “He’s more of a wealth redistributor if anything.” A little more sweetly, Jisung softened when you flopped down onto his bed, defeated. He pulled a charge clip from his pocket and clicked it on. “I do see why you think so, though. He’s been a giant dick all day since you came on board. He's been a raging dick lately, but especially today. It took less time for him to warm up to Jeongin, and he was a stowaway, too.”

You flipped on the exhaust port for him. “Fine,” you sighed. “What about the rest of the crew?”

Jisung waved a wisp of smoke from his face. “Hard to say. Even Seungmin is more cavalier than he lets on. But you said Hyunjin was in the workshop when you got there? I don’t like how convenient that is.”

“Look,” you decided. “If you help me, I'll cut you in for half when I flip the ring.”

Jisung already had a hand out to shake when you turned to face him. He shot you a smooth grin when you shook on it, and used your grip to help pull him back into his room. “Why not? I don’t have anything to lose. But I need to know what the plan is. We only have so much time before the Hatchery, and you'll get the best price at Sentury Station… Which is also what whoever stole it is planning on.”

You thought it over, first settling to leave Jisung alone for the night. After all, girls weren't allowed in the crew's cabins. He met you by the door.

“Got it. I appreciate this, by the way,” you told him.

It was his turn to wink at you. “We’re friends, aren't we? Now who’re we going after?”

You considered this. It really could be Minho, despite how obvious it was. But also, Jisung had to be wrong! It had to be Chan. He hated you from the moment you came on board and he has to have some agenda. You could prove it, too, but you just needed to make sure Jisung was distracted. Or... Jisung could've had a point. It was way too convenient that Hyunjin, the crew's appraiser and dealer, was in the workshop when you got there. He easily could've come up from below before you arrived.

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