𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐔𝐘𝐈𝐍 [ 杨苏音 ]
AS 𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐍

↬ ──── ˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ ────↫

EST. 3RD OCT, 1998
IN SINGAPORE.

[ credits for the gorgeous art pieces goes to @_su_art_ on instagram!!! ]

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The clock currently read 1 AM. But it didn't look like Suyin gave two shits.

"CHAN!" She hissed loudly, her finger poised on the button of the torch just in case Chan was too deaf to hear her. The evening wind caressed her cheek gently as she stared into the window across from hers.

Suyin couldn't wait any longer. She knew what she'd just found in the attic of her house, locked away in a drawer was something she had to share with Chan. Not that he was the only friend she had. But he'd be the kind of person to read it and not even blink an eye.

(So why did she want to show it to him, when such a boring reaction was guaranteed?)

Giving up, she flicked on the torch, shining the light directly into the room across. To her surprise, it was vacant. She frowned. Where would Chan have gone at this hour?

Like you're one to talk, it's 1 AM and you're shining a torch into your neighbour's empty room.

Kicking off her fuzzy slippers, she collapsed into her bed. She'd just discovered her grandmother's diary in the attic — the thing was probably older than Chan and her both.

(It was the first time she'd found something this interesting in her late-night attic hunts. So she was just a little pumped about it.)

She'd shared a really close bond with her grandmother in the one year they'd got to stay together before she passed — but not even once did she mention she was descended from the Backbiter pirates.

She was about to turn off her lights and sleep when she heard loud knocking on her window. She saw Chan plastered to the glass like a sticker, and she stifled a laugh, opening the window to let him in.

"Where were you?" She asked, as Chan dusted himself off and laid down on the floor.

"Lugging a crate of rubber ducks back and forth." Chan sighed. "Jisung said this was the way he'd test if I was fitted for the team, so he's making me do it five days straight."

"It's the Backbiters, right?" Before Chan could reply, Suyin grabbed the journal from her nightstand and plopped down next to him. She opened to the page where her seventeen-year-old grandmother had written about the Backbiter pirates, and the crew at the time. Chan read it with a lot of interest, his brows rising in surprise.

"Your grandmother was living the true badass life when she was seventeen." Chan sighed, closing the book and handing it to her.

"I'm twenty-two and lugging crates of rubber ducks around."

"Dude." Suyin looked at Chan in his eyes, ignoring how dead inside he was. "I want to join."

Chan didn't look fazed at all. "Sure, I'll ask mum about it."

The following morning, Suyin made her way to Chan's house after breakfast. It seemed that Chan's father was close to the Han family (which came off shocking to Chan because their son had just recruited him, too) and after a few rushed phone calls ("YO! YOUR DAD KNOWS MINE?" "Dude, what the fuck, it's literally eight in the morning please be a little quiet!") Suyin was also promised a spot in the 2020 crew for the Backbiters.

"Congratulations, we'll be living on one ship together for the rest of the year," Chan said, as they walked out of his house onto the street. "I mean, we already were for the past eight years, sorta —"

"Fuck." Suyin comes to a rigid halt on the pavement, and Chan stops as well, confused.

"I don't know how to explain myself," Suyin groans.

"Oh, mum's gonna kill me.

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WITH 𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐆 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍,
SUYIN'S FIRST LOVE

↬ ──── ˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ ────↫

3RD OCT, 1997
IN SYDNEY, AUSTRALIA

🌊 AE0NGIES 🌊