#daljinil

He doesn’t need to say anything further. Without any more prompting from anyone, especially his twin, Jinha does exactly what he has done everytime they’re in a situation. Signaling to follow him, he makes an escape plan to get them both out of the danger zone. In this case, vicious whispers and judgemental glares by the crowd around them. 

“Oh god I hope not.” Shaking his head, Jinha clasped a hand behind his brother’s back. “One of us being tie-- settling down is enough, brother.” Smiling at the man that stood next to him. They were so similar, not quite identical. But apparent enough for people to see the uncanny resemblance between the two of them. “Don’t fret, Jinil. I’ve got to look after our boys and make sure to keep them out of trouble.” 

open ✉ ❝ royal wedding prompts ❞

it’s not easy finding a perfect timing to slip up to the hero of today’s main show; the groom was a busy man, and he was one of the many waiting in line to send his well-wishes. but eventually a perfect timing came, and hui slipped right up to jinil, smile so wide his eyes were disappearing into crescent shapes, like that of a contented fox.

he laughed at the elder’s statement, not expecting that as the first greeting to receive on his big day. weddings and marriages are two huge concepts that hui has yet to fully understand and wrap his head around; he’s read them in books, both fictitious romance novels and the ideals from the teachings of confucianism. but in real life, they seemed so far away, so out of reach for him. ( he wondered why, but that was not the time to question his own curiosity. )

❝  what do you mean? it fits you perfectly, hyung nim! ❞ hui nodded, dropping his hand that was covering his laughter a moment ago. and he meant it - not just literally, as his teasing tone might have suggested. jinil seemed happy enough, and for that alone hui was happy for him. ❝  it must be overwhelming, ❞ he pointed out briefly, ❝  but you seem to be glowing all the same, hyung nim. may your harmonious union lasts for centuries and beyond. ❞

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the weather may be cold this time of the year, but all the riding around had him breaking out into a thin layer of cold sweat. bow and arrow latched onto his back, dongho kept at a reasonable pace. after all, they’re in a hunt, and he would rather not startle the boars before he could get up close. 

( then again, wild boars could prove to be pretty aggressive themselves when one barges into their territory. )

he slowed to a stop, turning around to his friend, lips quirking into a grin. something about riding in the woods reminded him of their younger days; dongho supposed that with jinil’s upcoming wedding, the feeling of nostalgia seemed to hang in the air above his head. but even he knew that those days would never come again, for people only serve to move forwards, never backwards. 

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it’s not long since his return to the capital, but dongho was getting used to the bustling of the markets and the rows upon rows of stone walls of the yangban residencies that marked its absolute authority further away. it’s a huge difference from the coastal town he was just situated for the last few weeks. even if the city was his home, years being away from it had dawn upon him when he’s traveling alone without a guide.

but physical memory had brought him to the place he needed to go, and he stepped through the doors of the very residence he was supposed to arrive. he waved the servants from having to lead him all the way in, knowing his way pretty well, and shook his head as they scurried off immediately. 

well, enough about them. it seemed like he’s already late, because in comparison, hui was always, always early. stepping into the open air onto the snow, following the fading trail of footsteps to the very middle. without greeting the residence owner, he turned on his back and free fall onto the padding of the white blanket of snow, not deep that it would bury him, but enough to sink slightly inside at a comfortable range. from the corner of his eye, flakes of snow was kicked into the air, and the son of section head general seo, a soldier himself, did just the same.