god bless korea

“hyung!” he called as he approached the familiar face, glad to see someone who also wasn’t allowed to be the center of any attention at this ball. he knew the man well enough from running into him nearly every day in the yang manor. he basically knew everyone who worked for the royal family, how could he not? in his cheerful way, he bumped his elbow with the elder’s, smiling broadly. “enjoying yourself at all?”

“Not really” he says before taking a sip from his champagne. 

“Mind entertaining me, Jinyoung?” 

( ; he’s not too far gone yet, just at this stage that makes almost everything look ten times more interesting than it is in reality. except maybe daehoon who seems like the interesting type no matter heejun’s state ) that’s indeed my name ( ; he teases, looking at the other with amusement. what comes next makes him chuckle ) definitely not ( ; he shakes his head ) just a background character. are you? you look like royalty. 

right. presumptuous in a good sense, i hope. ( she answers, almost laughs. some people will never change, she thinks. and it’s perhaps for the better; she cannot imagine him as anything else as how she’d come to know him even with some distance in between. without much of a thought, she grabs the hand that hovers beside her waist with the one that’s not holding his and plants it exactly where it’s supposed to be. ) i appreciate your being a gentleman, but let’s just dance, yes? 

{ ` flattery is an adornment on the mask that everyone wears to these kinds of events. or maybe it’s another weapon. jiho can never quite tell : both violence and deception are deadly, each to their own right, and together even more so. but the latter was rife tonight, as it always was when royalty gathered together, and he thought nothing of those pretty words } i wasn’t told i’d meet such a captivating gentleman in his place. { ` block. parry. thrust – easy rules of combat. he remains cautious, and motioned for the man to follow him, with a beckoning finger, to a relatively quiet hallway, empty of anyone. only then does he speak } the prince wants his medicine, and i want my money. where is it? i’m not going to put out if you don’t, sir.

@rydaehoon

perhaps it was because she had one too many flutes of champagne that caused the princess’ head to pound. yeona had never been really good at holding her alcohol, usually getting a bit lightheaded after a glass of wine or two. but with her worries and the pressure of the social setting getting the best of her, the princess couldn’t help but drink a little more than she could handle (discreetly, of course) leaving her slightly dizzy and unfocused. 

she was about to sneak way to the nearest washroom to get some air away from the ballroom when she was suddenly met with the chief eunuch of the yang family, stopping her in her tracks. “oh, my apologies.” yeona quickly spoke, realizing that she had not only gotten in the way of the young man, but had also bumped into him accidentally as well. “are you alright? i didn’t spill anything on you, did i?”

The party has just started but people are getting rowdy, heels are heard against the floor and murmurs turn into cheers and shouts-- not that Daehoon is paying attention, there are more important things to pay attention to tonight. 

He has successfully talked to a handful of politicians, yet alone has meet a decent amount of power handling individuals who have given him their unrequited loyalty. He takes a stick of cigar from his pocket, playing it between his fingers as he walks outside. He turns, only to feel a cool feeling against his chest, lowering his head down to see his blouse wet and soon, sticky. He blinks, not really being a big deal for him as he looks over the person in front of him.  

“Except for a decent amount of alcohol drenching my blouse, then no-- you didn’t spill anything”

“thank you so much! i’m happy i’m under your umbrella ~ ella ella now ~” she sings lightly, her voice like a burst of spring. if she wasn’t super wet she’d probably would try to hug the stranger. she steps back under the umbrella fixing her bangs back into place. patting at her face a few times, her sleeves are damp so it doesn’t do much of anything. yet, she’s still smiling and she’s happy now any dryness is good. sniffing a few times, if she caught a cold she’d be miserable. it’s weird being under an umbrella with a boy.. she feels a bit awkward now, because she has to stand pretty close to stay under it properly. hands gently clasped in front of her, it’s fine.. she’s her after all, so he’s not even sweating her. “my name is melody by the way, happy to meet you.” her eye smile in full glory as she slightly tilts her head with a bright smile. 

he asks her where she’s going, and he even asks to walk her– blinking a few times a bit surprised. he is a stranger.. but he doesn’t look scary at all, “my house, i live in the neighborhood about fifteenish.. minutes away.” fifteenish minutes…. if she were running that is. “though if you’re really busy you don’t have to walk me! i’d hate to be a bother!” waving her hands a bit, a more shyer expression now on her face. though– she did appreciate her alone time, walking with someone.. wouldn’t hurt right? chanhyuk would scold her for trusting others so easily, especially boys. people were crazy these days, melody just didn’t seem to get the memo. it was naive to be like that in this day and age, yet so far she’s gotten along fine. out of nerves she fixes her already fixed bangs, he probably had a million things to do, 

There’s a genuine smile creeping its way to his lips, and he pauses for a second to gather himself and wonder why he’s starting to feel a little bit...more human. There’s some kind of magic with the kid in front of him, as if her eyes seem to heal someone as broken as him-- she’s different, a good different. 

“You’re welcome” he says, laughing softly at her voice as he starts to walk with her. The rain starts pouring hard, the drops aggressively patting against the umbrella like shards of glass. He turns his head to look at her, bowing slightly. “I’m Daehoon” he replies. “And the pleasure’s mine, really” he continues. 

“Fifteen minutes” he repeats, looking over the road before them and how the rain seems to look unwelcoming for them to continue. He looks through the route, knowing about the neighborhood because that’s where the coffee shop is. “Oh-- I’m walking that way too, so it’s not really a bother-- don’t worry” he reassures and moves his umbrella slightly towards her, letting the rain pour over a part of his shoulder as he continues to walk. 

“The rain is really pouring hard” he whispers to himself and looks up for a bit. “You should be careful of the weather” he adds,

Relationships with Heosoo were brief, short and typically ended on bad terms. It was a skill that he bragged about regularly when he were drunk and people were expecting some dirty secret to spill from his mouth about the people he’d dated in the past. The lord-in-waiting was an asshole, not a gossip hungry teen girl, and that might have been why he rarely spoke a word of who he had dated, when or where, or why it had ended. It was his fault, it was nearly always his fault

Daehoon had been had, had been held, had been released. They were too alike to make it last as anything more than what it was. He’d never regretted their thing, never felt there was bad blood between them and never chosen to feel awkward with him after. The cigarette between his fingertips as he glances over at the other.

Errands were boring, dull, and precisely the last thing he wanted to be doing when he had a hangover. A puff of air on his lips as he hides his face in the crook of his arms and wills the medicine he’d taken to kick in before his head exploded. 

“Sure, may be it’ll make this nausea fuck off,” he answers, unbothered by the others lacking affection. He was rarely taken aback by someones lack of care after they ended things. Still, he lifts his head and looks over at Daehoon. “Can’t you just deliver this shit on your own? Why do I have to be here?”

There’s a pause. “Or are you hoping I’d lean over and suck you off while you drove or something?”

Daehoon’s eyes are on the road, but not necessarily on the road-- he’d steal glances at Heosoo from time to time before actually focusing on where to go and when to turn. They’re a mess, but Daehoon has been numb enough to not really realize that, nor of all the other relationships he has passed through. 

There’s a small amount of concern when he watches the other take his medicine in, biting his tongue to prevent himself from asking something far too caring. 

“Don’t be so stingy-- I’ve missed you” he says, looking at him for a second with his thin lips cornering into a smile. Heosoo’s indifference doesn’t really bother the chief eunuch anymore, he’s used to this-- he’s used to everything. He takes a turn and listens to what the other has to say.

He laughs lightly, never flustered, never surprised. “Do you want to? you’ve always been the best one” he asks, stopping the car at a red light and leaning himself towards him.