[Hierarchies] 1/?
Title: Hierarchies
Chapter: [1/?]
Genre: AncientKorea!AU, drama, angst, eventual romance
Rating: PG-13 (mentions of torture)
Pairings: SiHan, pairings will develop
Characters: Sungmin, Kyuhyun, Zhoumi, Ryeowook, Donghae, Henry. [Featuring: Siwon, Hankyung, Leeteuk]
Summary: Status hierarchy determines your placement in society. From the food you eat to the clothes on your body, your status determines who you are and where you should stand. Inside the palace, the very structure of the hierarchy is challenged.
A/N: My new chaptered fic, SJ-M featuring Leeteuk and Sungmin. I'm probably going to need a while to adapt to the ancient scenary and hopefully include more vivd descriptions in the future.Any comments, and especially critcisms, are much appreciated.
Previous:
Prologue
“Why are you always smiling, you fucking bastard!” A hand tugged at the collar of the ragged shirt. His other fist met his face, the sheer brute force had one goal in mind: wipe the smug grin off his face. The slave's head cocked at an awkward angle after the punch, his body limp from continuous amounts of torture.
“Si… Siw…”
“Shut it Hankyung, or your friend there is next.” The man dropped the collar and reached for a whip before it immediately lashed at the man on the ground again, the lash drawing blood as the thin cotton swallowed up the moisture.
Hankyung kept his silence protest alone in the corner, his protective arms wrapped around a younger boy who was quivering and sobbing at the all-so familiar scene unfolding in front of his eyes. In his life, it was something normal and he should have grown accustomed to it.
~//~
“What’s the matter?” An older boy placed a hand over the smaller boy’s shoulder as the whip thundered again. The smaller boy instinctively stopped walking as his eyes stared into the willowy shack, loosely draped with a dark cloth.
“Nothing, master, I’m sorry.” Ryeowook hung his head in shame, tears on the verge of spilling down his high cheek bones. His simple robe, white with maroon coverings, sifted freely in the afternoon breeze.
“Ryeowook, how many times have I said this,” The older boy whispered softly before he raised his hand, beckoning the citizens to rise up. “You don’t have to call me master.”
Ryeowook flinched as the whip cackled inside the shack, followed by a loud thud and a muffled scream.
“Master, it’s just… that…” Ryeowook began sobbing as he kneeled down on the ceramic tiles, incoherent whimpers escaping from his parted mouth as he sobbed harder. Another crack of the whip made Ryeowook scrunch up his eyes, more tears spilling from the sides of his eyes.
“Why is he crying again, oh god.” Another boy dropped the silk handkerchief and walked over from a make-shift wooden stall. His dashing green robe had emerald green stitches embroidered down the length of his robe. An older boy, dressed in a simple robe like Ryeowook, followed his every step as he bowed his head and thanked the woman for her time.
“Kyuhyun, be quiet.” The older boy knelt down and placed a hand on his cheek. Kyuhyun rolled his eyes and fluttered away to another merchant, beaming at the arrangement of headpieces.
“Master, you can’t touch Ryeowook…” Ryeowook shuddered at another cackle before the boy pulled him up from his knees.
“Wook, you’ve been taking care of Kyuhyun and me since we were all little.” The older prince looked over at his brother, who looked bored and impatient. “Both you and Hae. Kyuhyun and I should be the ones thankful. I know Kyuhyun can be such a pain, and yet you still pu-”
“Master, you can’t say such a thing.” Ryeowook dropped down again on his knees and the boy named Hae did the same. “Ryeowook can’t accept such a statement.”
“It does not matter.” The prince pulled Ryeowook up. “I already know what is bothering you. Donghae, you can also rise.”
Donghae limped up and winced in pain as he dusted off his knees.
“Well, wasn’t that touching.” Kyuhyun rolled his eyes as he wandered off, mumbling his own monologue.
“Hae, can you please bring my brother and follow me.” Donghae nodded and trailed slowly after the younger, immature prince while the older walked over to the shed. Ryeowook trailed after him while the prince peeled off one side of the dusty cloth, sending a beam of light that illuminated the insides of the shed.
“Come back later, I’m not doing business now.” The man kicked at the unconscious body again.
“You should know who I am.” The prince pounded a fist on the small table, demanding attention and respect. “Or am I not worthy of your attention?”
Finally, the figure recognized the aura as he immediately dropped to his knees, begging for forgiveness as the whip was kicked away within mere milliseconds.
“Oh, prince Sungmin. Prince, I’m so sorry, it’s just that this stupid slave can’t do anything right, and, and he won’t keep quiet. Prince, I’ll shut him up, I promi-”
The older prince held up his hand and the man immediately sealed his mouth and remained silent. Ryeowook stood behind Sungmin, with Kyuhyun behind them and Donghae behind the younger prince. Kyuhyun whimpered at the dust and waved his hand, generating a vortex as the specks of dust danced in the afternoon light.
“How much?”
“Oh, you can pick who you want, Prince Sungmin. Free.” The man immediately changed his face before he went over and tugged the smaller boy away from another man. “He’s a young one, pretty cute too.”
The young boy refused to look at the prince, his eyes never straining away from the boy lying face-down on the ground, deep bloody wounds embedded on his back.
“Min-ah, are you sure?” Kyuhyun whined again before the older prince ignored his whims. “I’m not helping you if father gets angry.”
He pointed at the unconscious man on the ground. Kyuhyun groaned and pushed Donghae aside, almost knocking over the shorter boy as he mumbled incoherence about angering their father.
“How much?"
Chapter: [1/?]
Genre: AncientKorea!AU, drama, angst, eventual romance
Rating: PG-13 (mentions of torture)
Pairings: SiHan, pairings will develop
Characters: Sungmin, Kyuhyun, Zhoumi, Ryeowook, Donghae, Henry. [Featuring: Siwon, Hankyung, Leeteuk]
Summary: Status hierarchy determines your placement in society. From the food you eat to the clothes on your body, your status determines who you are and where you should stand. Inside the palace, the very structure of the hierarchy is challenged.
A/N: My new chaptered fic, SJ-M featuring Leeteuk and Sungmin. I'm probably going to need a while to adapt to the ancient scenary and hopefully include more vivd descriptions in the future.Any comments, and especially critcisms, are much appreciated.
Previous:
Prologue
“Why are you always smiling, you fucking bastard!” A hand tugged at the collar of the ragged shirt. His other fist met his face, the sheer brute force had one goal in mind: wipe the smug grin off his face. The slave's head cocked at an awkward angle after the punch, his body limp from continuous amounts of torture.
“Si… Siw…”
“Shut it Hankyung, or your friend there is next.” The man dropped the collar and reached for a whip before it immediately lashed at the man on the ground again, the lash drawing blood as the thin cotton swallowed up the moisture.
Hankyung kept his silence protest alone in the corner, his protective arms wrapped around a younger boy who was quivering and sobbing at the all-so familiar scene unfolding in front of his eyes. In his life, it was something normal and he should have grown accustomed to it.
~//~
“What’s the matter?” An older boy placed a hand over the smaller boy’s shoulder as the whip thundered again. The smaller boy instinctively stopped walking as his eyes stared into the willowy shack, loosely draped with a dark cloth.
“Nothing, master, I’m sorry.” Ryeowook hung his head in shame, tears on the verge of spilling down his high cheek bones. His simple robe, white with maroon coverings, sifted freely in the afternoon breeze.
“Ryeowook, how many times have I said this,” The older boy whispered softly before he raised his hand, beckoning the citizens to rise up. “You don’t have to call me master.”
Ryeowook flinched as the whip cackled inside the shack, followed by a loud thud and a muffled scream.
“Master, it’s just… that…” Ryeowook began sobbing as he kneeled down on the ceramic tiles, incoherent whimpers escaping from his parted mouth as he sobbed harder. Another crack of the whip made Ryeowook scrunch up his eyes, more tears spilling from the sides of his eyes.
“Why is he crying again, oh god.” Another boy dropped the silk handkerchief and walked over from a make-shift wooden stall. His dashing green robe had emerald green stitches embroidered down the length of his robe. An older boy, dressed in a simple robe like Ryeowook, followed his every step as he bowed his head and thanked the woman for her time.
“Kyuhyun, be quiet.” The older boy knelt down and placed a hand on his cheek. Kyuhyun rolled his eyes and fluttered away to another merchant, beaming at the arrangement of headpieces.
“Master, you can’t touch Ryeowook…” Ryeowook shuddered at another cackle before the boy pulled him up from his knees.
“Wook, you’ve been taking care of Kyuhyun and me since we were all little.” The older prince looked over at his brother, who looked bored and impatient. “Both you and Hae. Kyuhyun and I should be the ones thankful. I know Kyuhyun can be such a pain, and yet you still pu-”
“Master, you can’t say such a thing.” Ryeowook dropped down again on his knees and the boy named Hae did the same. “Ryeowook can’t accept such a statement.”
“It does not matter.” The prince pulled Ryeowook up. “I already know what is bothering you. Donghae, you can also rise.”
Donghae limped up and winced in pain as he dusted off his knees.
“Well, wasn’t that touching.” Kyuhyun rolled his eyes as he wandered off, mumbling his own monologue.
“Hae, can you please bring my brother and follow me.” Donghae nodded and trailed slowly after the younger, immature prince while the older walked over to the shed. Ryeowook trailed after him while the prince peeled off one side of the dusty cloth, sending a beam of light that illuminated the insides of the shed.
“Come back later, I’m not doing business now.” The man kicked at the unconscious body again.
“You should know who I am.” The prince pounded a fist on the small table, demanding attention and respect. “Or am I not worthy of your attention?”
Finally, the figure recognized the aura as he immediately dropped to his knees, begging for forgiveness as the whip was kicked away within mere milliseconds.
“Oh, prince Sungmin. Prince, I’m so sorry, it’s just that this stupid slave can’t do anything right, and, and he won’t keep quiet. Prince, I’ll shut him up, I promi-”
The older prince held up his hand and the man immediately sealed his mouth and remained silent. Ryeowook stood behind Sungmin, with Kyuhyun behind them and Donghae behind the younger prince. Kyuhyun whimpered at the dust and waved his hand, generating a vortex as the specks of dust danced in the afternoon light.
“How much?”
“Oh, you can pick who you want, Prince Sungmin. Free.” The man immediately changed his face before he went over and tugged the smaller boy away from another man. “He’s a young one, pretty cute too.”
The young boy refused to look at the prince, his eyes never straining away from the boy lying face-down on the ground, deep bloody wounds embedded on his back.
“Min-ah, are you sure?” Kyuhyun whined again before the older prince ignored his whims. “I’m not helping you if father gets angry.”
He pointed at the unconscious man on the ground. Kyuhyun groaned and pushed Donghae aside, almost knocking over the shorter boy as he mumbled incoherence about angering their father.
“How much?"