Injustice 1/15
Title: Injustice
Pairing: Jaejoong/Yunho
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Angst, Historical, Romance
Plot: By yjluver - she wants an EPIC Chaptered.. so this is for her. Though I believe Epic was supposed to be Historical. d:
Disclaimer: It’s a work of fiction. Coincidences happen.
Summary: Joseon was slowly losing her beauty. Yet people keep on watching her, they are cases that needs more attention, yet still neglected.
CLICK HERE FOR REFERENCE TO HONORIFIC TERMS
A/N: Just so you know, I studied Korean History and it was hard, 'cause I'm not even Korean. And I don't want to confuse you people so I'm trying to clear any misunderstandings here. Writing this story is a serious work for me. d:
Life is a slave of the cruelty that is this world. It has never been fair, nor gives anyone’s fate an easy game. Every opportunity will be the chances that count.
Justice - a word that means a lot to people. But, who has this?
The Rich? Government officials? Royal family?
Bourgeoisie? Commoners? Slaves?
Goryeo is the prosperous second kingdom that has ruled all over the nation of Choseon. It boasts a good reputation to the other countries, as it brings prosperity to its citizens that has garnered praises and visits by other Royal Families of other civilizations.
A nation that wants to be destroyed by arrogant, jealous, and greedy people.
But simply, it is still an injustice kingdom.
‘Hah, another day of a fucking life.’ The nobleman sighed as he woke up from his slumber, thinking of all the possibilities that will happen on this day. He calls out a person outside of his room, subjecting her a food to be brought to his room, as well as some preparation for an early bath with today’s clothes.
As he sinks his body down to the tub, the water hiding his features, only leaving his limbs and head exposed to the air, he lets out another sigh, thinking how the world will go on if this is not his life.
‘I might be happy for a reason.’ So he hopes.
He wore his headdress, making the ahjumeoni tie the end of the ribbons so it will not fall off.
“There you go my highness. You look like a nice, gentle man.” The older woman praises him, emphasizing how good he looks, even his attitude. He is a simple resemblance of his own father.
“Ahjumeoni, you should take a rest now. You’ve been helping me with my errands ever since this morning.” He bows giving his deep gratitude to his servant.
“Aigo, Jeonha, you should not bow to someone like me.” The old woman bowed down to him, lower than his own bow. It shocked him inwardly.
Something is going on.
The man went down on his knees, and is face to face with the older woman.
“A-Ahjumeoni, why are you doing that?” He lifts her body that was totally stiff because he touches him.
‘As far as I think, she treats me like her own child.’ That is how he thinks of their relationship.
“Our Hwang-jenim wants every serv-” She looks at his eyes, which are obviously glaring; waiting if she is going to say that fucking word.
“I mean every helper in the palace to pay more respect every member of the Royal Family.” She states to him, so everything will be clear to him.
“Ah, so this is a rule implemented by our Hwang-je?” He questions, making sure that what he understands is what she means.
“Y-you see, Jeonha, I made a huge mistake last night.”
The man’s eyes getting smaller as he thinks, what could the harmless old woman have done to the King to make her change her way of speaking towards him?
The palace’s doors opened immediately as the guard sees who is coming. The nobleman marches his way towards the King’s quarters with a very pissed off feeling.
A young woman walks toward him, following him and waiting for his instructions and to know why he has come.
“Where is the King?” he asks, continuously walking his way on the palace’s corridors.
“His Highness is at the Royal Garden.” She bows as the man halts in his steps. He raised his right hand, dismissing the girl, signaling that he is going to the King alone.
“You’re Highness, I am very sorry to say that as much as would like to spend the moonlight with you, I cannot.” The beautiful entertainer shows her demeanor as the man looks at her flawless skin covered with layers of white powder and colorful make-up.
“But my beautiful, I am offering you to be my other half. Would not that be enough for you, my precious?” The man held her hands, kissing them, showing his great affection. The lady can only smile at the man’s actions.
“Wouldn’t I be your seventh other half?” The man laughed heartedly.
Oh, that is right. He has a wife, and six concubines.
“Even though, my lady, I will give my whole attention to you.” The man ever shows his gentle manners.
They continued on laughing, enjoying their sweet time, not noticing the other man coming.
“I would like to speak to His Highness all alone.”
They looked at who is speaking, sort of disturbing their quality time.
“Oh, Jaejoong-wangseje, you are here.” The said man bowed at the King, half-surprised and half-annoyed why the prince-slash-general has come to his place during an unexpected time.
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Originally posted last 2013
Pairing: Jaejoong/Yunho
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Angst, Historical, Romance
Plot: By yjluver - she wants an EPIC Chaptered.. so this is for her. Though I believe Epic was supposed to be Historical. d:
Disclaimer: It’s a work of fiction. Coincidences happen.
Summary: Joseon was slowly losing her beauty. Yet people keep on watching her, they are cases that needs more attention, yet still neglected.
CLICK HERE FOR REFERENCE TO HONORIFIC TERMS
A/N: Just so you know, I studied Korean History and it was hard, 'cause I'm not even Korean. And I don't want to confuse you people so I'm trying to clear any misunderstandings here. Writing this story is a serious work for me. d:
Life is a slave of the cruelty that is this world. It has never been fair, nor gives anyone’s fate an easy game. Every opportunity will be the chances that count.
Justice - a word that means a lot to people. But, who has this?
The Rich? Government officials? Royal family?
Bourgeoisie? Commoners? Slaves?
Goryeo is the prosperous second kingdom that has ruled all over the nation of Choseon. It boasts a good reputation to the other countries, as it brings prosperity to its citizens that has garnered praises and visits by other Royal Families of other civilizations.
A nation that wants to be destroyed by arrogant, jealous, and greedy people.
But simply, it is still an injustice kingdom.
‘Hah, another day of a fucking life.’ The nobleman sighed as he woke up from his slumber, thinking of all the possibilities that will happen on this day. He calls out a person outside of his room, subjecting her a food to be brought to his room, as well as some preparation for an early bath with today’s clothes.
As he sinks his body down to the tub, the water hiding his features, only leaving his limbs and head exposed to the air, he lets out another sigh, thinking how the world will go on if this is not his life.
‘I might be happy for a reason.’ So he hopes.
He wore his headdress, making the ahjumeoni tie the end of the ribbons so it will not fall off.
“There you go my highness. You look like a nice, gentle man.” The older woman praises him, emphasizing how good he looks, even his attitude. He is a simple resemblance of his own father.
“Ahjumeoni, you should take a rest now. You’ve been helping me with my errands ever since this morning.” He bows giving his deep gratitude to his servant.
“Aigo, Jeonha, you should not bow to someone like me.” The old woman bowed down to him, lower than his own bow. It shocked him inwardly.
Something is going on.
The man went down on his knees, and is face to face with the older woman.
“A-Ahjumeoni, why are you doing that?” He lifts her body that was totally stiff because he touches him.
‘As far as I think, she treats me like her own child.’ That is how he thinks of their relationship.
“Our Hwang-jenim wants every serv-” She looks at his eyes, which are obviously glaring; waiting if she is going to say that fucking word.
“I mean every helper in the palace to pay more respect every member of the Royal Family.” She states to him, so everything will be clear to him.
“Ah, so this is a rule implemented by our Hwang-je?” He questions, making sure that what he understands is what she means.
“Y-you see, Jeonha, I made a huge mistake last night.”
The man’s eyes getting smaller as he thinks, what could the harmless old woman have done to the King to make her change her way of speaking towards him?
The palace’s doors opened immediately as the guard sees who is coming. The nobleman marches his way towards the King’s quarters with a very pissed off feeling.
A young woman walks toward him, following him and waiting for his instructions and to know why he has come.
“Where is the King?” he asks, continuously walking his way on the palace’s corridors.
“His Highness is at the Royal Garden.” She bows as the man halts in his steps. He raised his right hand, dismissing the girl, signaling that he is going to the King alone.
“You’re Highness, I am very sorry to say that as much as would like to spend the moonlight with you, I cannot.” The beautiful entertainer shows her demeanor as the man looks at her flawless skin covered with layers of white powder and colorful make-up.
“But my beautiful, I am offering you to be my other half. Would not that be enough for you, my precious?” The man held her hands, kissing them, showing his great affection. The lady can only smile at the man’s actions.
“Wouldn’t I be your seventh other half?” The man laughed heartedly.
Oh, that is right. He has a wife, and six concubines.
“Even though, my lady, I will give my whole attention to you.” The man ever shows his gentle manners.
They continued on laughing, enjoying their sweet time, not noticing the other man coming.
“I would like to speak to His Highness all alone.”
They looked at who is speaking, sort of disturbing their quality time.
“Oh, Jaejoong-wangseje, you are here.” The said man bowed at the King, half-surprised and half-annoyed why the prince-slash-general has come to his place during an unexpected time.
Next Chapter »
Originally posted last 2013