Flower Love - Chapter 8
Title: Flower Love
Couple: Yunho/Jaejoong
Genre: Angst, Drama, Historical AU, Romance
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Kim Jaejoong, a commoner of the Joseon Dynasty of Korea befriends Jung Yunho, the son of the head of the police enforcement. The friendship seems to be fragile to outsiders, but the two don’t falter as they enjoy each other’s company. That is until the peace is disturbed by villagers who mysteriously disappear without a trace. Jaejoong is at the sidelines while Yunho leads the case, but then Jaejoong’s little sister turns out to be the newest victim and the two men desperately begin searching for the truth.
✿제 8 장✿
Chapter 8
One of the first things that had changed between the relationship of us was that Jung Yunho had insisted not to call him lord anymore. He really had insisted, staring deeply into my eyes when he spoke the words, “For us to happen, we must see ourselves as equals, which means, Jaejoong-ssi, that I do not want to hear the words ‘my lord’ leave your lips anymore.”
I nodded my head and just to despise him, I said, “I understand, my lord.”
He frowned at me while I stuck my tongue out in a teasing manner.
If he was that desperate to have equality, he could get it. I planned that I would tease him whenever I could; as the equals we were supposed to be.
Another thing that had changed between us was that we decided to - well, Jung Yunho had to keep himself to this - not act very freely with each other at the market or any other public place for that. The flower field would become our safe haven.
* * *
Two weeks had passed after the day of our promise. I couldn’t help but burst out into laughing when I thought back to the passed time, for Jung Yunho seemed desperate to make me enjoy every little thing of my day. May it be at the market, may it be in the forest, may it be at the flower field.
The tall man in his expensive hanbok next to a commoner in ripped clothes. The stark difference must leave bystanders bewildered, because Jung Yunho talked and handled me as if I were a bride to him, taking care of me, worrying about me, sharing happiness with me.
I began to enjoy our time together more and more… My heart confirmed my brain that I really liked him. I began to look forward to the time we would spend together. Is it safe to say that I slowly started to fall down; fall down in the arms of Jung Yunho? But whereas I felt myself succumb to his feelings I was still afraid, even though I firmly set my mind on not giving in to the feeling of being scared to the new developments of our relationship, those thoughts were still there.
I wanted to feel good; I wanted to feel alive; I wanted him.
So many wants…
All of a sudden I felt greedy.
I already seemed to have Jung Yunho in the palm of my hand…
Although he showed me his emotions I still didn’t shimmer much of them to him. We didn’t make a promise for one month for nothing, after all. He could wait for a few more weeks, until the next full moon would be in the night sky.
“Did you hear it?” Junmi asked Mother and me, interrupting me from my thoughts.
I brought the spoon to my mouth and started munching down on a spoonful of rice as I shook my head. Mother asked her what had happened.
We were having dinner. Rice, a small animal from my hunting trip and vegetables from Junmi’s trip to the market.
“It actually started a few weeks ago,” she said. Her voice became softer. “Remember, Mother? Your medallion. I bought it from the old man who travels from village to village. He told me things that are so very frightening!”
“Junmi-ya, why did you even talk to him?” I asked her in disdain and worry.
“Brother, I know he is strange, but still… you shouldn’t judge people as a book its cover.”
I rolled my eyes. “As if you can read.”
Mother let out a sigh. “Jaejoong-dear…”
“Let me continue!” Junmi said loudly and her words were followed by a pout.
“Sure, sure,” I muttered. I was still with my thoughts at Jung Yunho’s side. He kept my mind filled with his presence. Would that man ever leave my mind?
“Well, that old man, he told me that in the villages near us people mysteriously have started to disappear.”
“Disappear?” Mother inquired. “You do not mean they are killed, do you?”
Junmi furiously shook her head, her bangs loosely fleeing in the sky. “No bodies were found.”
“Omomo,” Mother whispered before she bit down on a pickle. “How could that be…” she mumbled.
I stared at her. “But why do you only tell us this now? It’s been a month since Mother’s birthday, after all.”
“That… That’s because… this morning someone from our village has been missing for two days.”
Mother and I stared at her in shock. “You can’t be serious,” I said. “That’s not possible. Someone must have been pulling off a joke with you. That old man must have been lying to you, Junmi.”
She shook her head. “It’s true. One of the farmers has been missing.”
What?
My brain couldn’t comprehend this.
So this had been happening for a month already? People mysteriously vanishing as if they were never here in the first place… Was that… Was that why Jung Yunho suddenly started wearing his police attire? Was he searching for the truth for a long time already…?
My eyes widened when I suddenly realised what that hug could have meant. That hug back in the forest! When I was hunting and Jung Yunho suddenly had been storming towards me and hugging me, saying he had been so worried, so very worried about my safety. And then that day of our promise surounded by the flowers of the field when I had inquired him about that hug. He had sternly told me off; not to worry about the reason why; that I could know only about that he was worried and not why.
Maybe Jung Yunho was leading the case of this mysterious case? He was the first born of his family after all.
I had to ask him about it tomorrow.
I had no day to lose.
What if.. what if something would happen to Jung Yunho? What if he himself would disappear?
No Jung Yunho anymore then…
No Jung Yunho who wanted to hold me…
No Jung Yunho who wished his feelings would be returned…
I shook my head. No. He would be fine.
The wooden spoon was soon between my lips again as I munched down on a mouthful rice again, desperately chewing as to will my thoughts from my mind.
* * *
The softness of his silky hanbok teased the skin on the back of my hand. I softly stroked over the fabric, pleased by its structure. Jung Yunho wasn’t wearing his police attire today, but instead wore a light-blue hanbok which fitted him in a fair manner to say the least.
“Jung Yunho-ssi,” I drawled.
He hummed and leant closer, his arm was thrown over my shoulder and he pulled me close to his body. I let my body rest against his and shifted into a comfortable position.
“Do you know about the disappearances?”
His body stiffened against mine and I took that as an answer. Of course, he knew about them. Still, I wanted to hear his answer. “Do you?”
“I do,” he said softly.
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
He let out a staggered sigh. “To be honest, Jaejoong-ssi, I hoped it wouldn’t happen to our village. When Father informed me about them I went to other villages surrounding ours. It had been going on for months there already. People were randomly disappearing; nobles and farmers, adults and children. It seemed like a plague; it travelled through the country. And now… I think now… our village will be its next prey.”
“You’re leading the case, right?”
“That I am.”
I let out a sigh before I whispered, “I worry for your safety.”
He chuckled. “It makes me happy you say that.”
I gently hit him on his leg, my hand remained resting on his thigh after my action. “My lord,” I whined. “My worry makes you happy?”
He scoffed and his left hand then started to softly massage my scalp while the slim fingers of the right one were starting to play with my long black hair strands. Our shoulders brushed together when we slightly shifted in our positions.
My words still lingered about in the air. After them the field had been filled with nothing but silence, only the rustlings of the flowers and the trees in the distance could be heard.
“To be honest, Jaejoong-ssi,” Jung Yunho started, breaking the silence. “You are very complex; very hard to understand, and your words are very hard to grasp a meaning of. Sometimes I think I understand you fully, but then again you surprise me by being different.”
I swallowed my saliva and stared at the dancing flowers. When did the air suddenly get this tense?
“You are blunt, but in a way you are still careful around me for my social status, I am sure of it.” He let out a soft sigh. “You are trying to make those cautious feelings disappear, I know that…”
“I am,” I whispered.
I found myself very difficult, but I couldn’t help it. I slowly started opening up to him. I let him touch me, I spoke to him more freely, but I still was protecting my own self from him. I enjoyed being with him, but I didn’t want to make anything official in fear of so much…
“Remember our first walk to the field? You mocked and mocked about me. I couldn’t believe my ears! You really seemed like a friend to me, right from the start, Jaejoong-ssi. Is that strange? It is, right? What would have happened if we had met earlier on?”
I shrugged, not knowing what to say.
“Is it bad to say I am very glad you decided to steal that jar out of my home?”
“It is.”
He let out a soft chuckle and softly dug his hand in my side. My fingers started to stroke the fabric on his thigh. I yelped when he suddenly let his upper body fall down and brought me along.
“Yah…” I whined.
“Shush…” he whispered. “Look at the sky.”
I did as he told me to and stared up at the blueness of the sky. Countable white clouds travelled through the wideness of it. A kiss was then pressed against the side of my forehead. I titled my head to him and met his questioning eyes. He was nervous, afraid if I would stomp off again.
But I didn’t…
Instead… I…
I did not know if I was feeling brave or stupid, but for some reason I wanted to return the gesture. My puckered plump lips met the softness of his cheek as I delicately pressed a kiss on his skin. He gaped at me and I triumphantly lay down again, my head on his firm chest. His fingers combed through my long hair again, teasing my scalp and arousing the fluttering things in my belly even more.
_____
A/N: I cannot wait until they’re really together. Their shy mushy
mushy feelings are killing me…
Anyways~ the disappearances from the villagers are starting!
This fiction is starting to take over my life… I posted the previous
chapter two days ago! Usually, it takes me a week…
Thank you for reading!
Couple: Yunho/Jaejoong
Genre: Angst, Drama, Historical AU, Romance
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Kim Jaejoong, a commoner of the Joseon Dynasty of Korea befriends Jung Yunho, the son of the head of the police enforcement. The friendship seems to be fragile to outsiders, but the two don’t falter as they enjoy each other’s company. That is until the peace is disturbed by villagers who mysteriously disappear without a trace. Jaejoong is at the sidelines while Yunho leads the case, but then Jaejoong’s little sister turns out to be the newest victim and the two men desperately begin searching for the truth.
✿제 8 장✿
Chapter 8
One of the first things that had changed between the relationship of us was that Jung Yunho had insisted not to call him lord anymore. He really had insisted, staring deeply into my eyes when he spoke the words, “For us to happen, we must see ourselves as equals, which means, Jaejoong-ssi, that I do not want to hear the words ‘my lord’ leave your lips anymore.”
I nodded my head and just to despise him, I said, “I understand, my lord.”
He frowned at me while I stuck my tongue out in a teasing manner.
If he was that desperate to have equality, he could get it. I planned that I would tease him whenever I could; as the equals we were supposed to be.
Another thing that had changed between us was that we decided to - well, Jung Yunho had to keep himself to this - not act very freely with each other at the market or any other public place for that. The flower field would become our safe haven.
* * *
Two weeks had passed after the day of our promise. I couldn’t help but burst out into laughing when I thought back to the passed time, for Jung Yunho seemed desperate to make me enjoy every little thing of my day. May it be at the market, may it be in the forest, may it be at the flower field.
The tall man in his expensive hanbok next to a commoner in ripped clothes. The stark difference must leave bystanders bewildered, because Jung Yunho talked and handled me as if I were a bride to him, taking care of me, worrying about me, sharing happiness with me.
I began to enjoy our time together more and more… My heart confirmed my brain that I really liked him. I began to look forward to the time we would spend together. Is it safe to say that I slowly started to fall down; fall down in the arms of Jung Yunho? But whereas I felt myself succumb to his feelings I was still afraid, even though I firmly set my mind on not giving in to the feeling of being scared to the new developments of our relationship, those thoughts were still there.
I wanted to feel good; I wanted to feel alive; I wanted him.
So many wants…
All of a sudden I felt greedy.
I already seemed to have Jung Yunho in the palm of my hand…
Although he showed me his emotions I still didn’t shimmer much of them to him. We didn’t make a promise for one month for nothing, after all. He could wait for a few more weeks, until the next full moon would be in the night sky.
“Did you hear it?” Junmi asked Mother and me, interrupting me from my thoughts.
I brought the spoon to my mouth and started munching down on a spoonful of rice as I shook my head. Mother asked her what had happened.
We were having dinner. Rice, a small animal from my hunting trip and vegetables from Junmi’s trip to the market.
“It actually started a few weeks ago,” she said. Her voice became softer. “Remember, Mother? Your medallion. I bought it from the old man who travels from village to village. He told me things that are so very frightening!”
“Junmi-ya, why did you even talk to him?” I asked her in disdain and worry.
“Brother, I know he is strange, but still… you shouldn’t judge people as a book its cover.”
I rolled my eyes. “As if you can read.”
Mother let out a sigh. “Jaejoong-dear…”
“Let me continue!” Junmi said loudly and her words were followed by a pout.
“Sure, sure,” I muttered. I was still with my thoughts at Jung Yunho’s side. He kept my mind filled with his presence. Would that man ever leave my mind?
“Well, that old man, he told me that in the villages near us people mysteriously have started to disappear.”
“Disappear?” Mother inquired. “You do not mean they are killed, do you?”
Junmi furiously shook her head, her bangs loosely fleeing in the sky. “No bodies were found.”
“Omomo,” Mother whispered before she bit down on a pickle. “How could that be…” she mumbled.
I stared at her. “But why do you only tell us this now? It’s been a month since Mother’s birthday, after all.”
“That… That’s because… this morning someone from our village has been missing for two days.”
Mother and I stared at her in shock. “You can’t be serious,” I said. “That’s not possible. Someone must have been pulling off a joke with you. That old man must have been lying to you, Junmi.”
She shook her head. “It’s true. One of the farmers has been missing.”
What?
My brain couldn’t comprehend this.
So this had been happening for a month already? People mysteriously vanishing as if they were never here in the first place… Was that… Was that why Jung Yunho suddenly started wearing his police attire? Was he searching for the truth for a long time already…?
My eyes widened when I suddenly realised what that hug could have meant. That hug back in the forest! When I was hunting and Jung Yunho suddenly had been storming towards me and hugging me, saying he had been so worried, so very worried about my safety. And then that day of our promise surounded by the flowers of the field when I had inquired him about that hug. He had sternly told me off; not to worry about the reason why; that I could know only about that he was worried and not why.
Maybe Jung Yunho was leading the case of this mysterious case? He was the first born of his family after all.
I had to ask him about it tomorrow.
I had no day to lose.
What if.. what if something would happen to Jung Yunho? What if he himself would disappear?
No Jung Yunho anymore then…
No Jung Yunho who wanted to hold me…
No Jung Yunho who wished his feelings would be returned…
I shook my head. No. He would be fine.
The wooden spoon was soon between my lips again as I munched down on a mouthful rice again, desperately chewing as to will my thoughts from my mind.
* * *
The softness of his silky hanbok teased the skin on the back of my hand. I softly stroked over the fabric, pleased by its structure. Jung Yunho wasn’t wearing his police attire today, but instead wore a light-blue hanbok which fitted him in a fair manner to say the least.
“Jung Yunho-ssi,” I drawled.
He hummed and leant closer, his arm was thrown over my shoulder and he pulled me close to his body. I let my body rest against his and shifted into a comfortable position.
“Do you know about the disappearances?”
His body stiffened against mine and I took that as an answer. Of course, he knew about them. Still, I wanted to hear his answer. “Do you?”
“I do,” he said softly.
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
He let out a staggered sigh. “To be honest, Jaejoong-ssi, I hoped it wouldn’t happen to our village. When Father informed me about them I went to other villages surrounding ours. It had been going on for months there already. People were randomly disappearing; nobles and farmers, adults and children. It seemed like a plague; it travelled through the country. And now… I think now… our village will be its next prey.”
“You’re leading the case, right?”
“That I am.”
I let out a sigh before I whispered, “I worry for your safety.”
He chuckled. “It makes me happy you say that.”
I gently hit him on his leg, my hand remained resting on his thigh after my action. “My lord,” I whined. “My worry makes you happy?”
He scoffed and his left hand then started to softly massage my scalp while the slim fingers of the right one were starting to play with my long black hair strands. Our shoulders brushed together when we slightly shifted in our positions.
My words still lingered about in the air. After them the field had been filled with nothing but silence, only the rustlings of the flowers and the trees in the distance could be heard.
“To be honest, Jaejoong-ssi,” Jung Yunho started, breaking the silence. “You are very complex; very hard to understand, and your words are very hard to grasp a meaning of. Sometimes I think I understand you fully, but then again you surprise me by being different.”
I swallowed my saliva and stared at the dancing flowers. When did the air suddenly get this tense?
“You are blunt, but in a way you are still careful around me for my social status, I am sure of it.” He let out a soft sigh. “You are trying to make those cautious feelings disappear, I know that…”
“I am,” I whispered.
I found myself very difficult, but I couldn’t help it. I slowly started opening up to him. I let him touch me, I spoke to him more freely, but I still was protecting my own self from him. I enjoyed being with him, but I didn’t want to make anything official in fear of so much…
“Remember our first walk to the field? You mocked and mocked about me. I couldn’t believe my ears! You really seemed like a friend to me, right from the start, Jaejoong-ssi. Is that strange? It is, right? What would have happened if we had met earlier on?”
I shrugged, not knowing what to say.
“Is it bad to say I am very glad you decided to steal that jar out of my home?”
“It is.”
He let out a soft chuckle and softly dug his hand in my side. My fingers started to stroke the fabric on his thigh. I yelped when he suddenly let his upper body fall down and brought me along.
“Yah…” I whined.
“Shush…” he whispered. “Look at the sky.”
I did as he told me to and stared up at the blueness of the sky. Countable white clouds travelled through the wideness of it. A kiss was then pressed against the side of my forehead. I titled my head to him and met his questioning eyes. He was nervous, afraid if I would stomp off again.
But I didn’t…
Instead… I…
I did not know if I was feeling brave or stupid, but for some reason I wanted to return the gesture. My puckered plump lips met the softness of his cheek as I delicately pressed a kiss on his skin. He gaped at me and I triumphantly lay down again, my head on his firm chest. His fingers combed through my long hair again, teasing my scalp and arousing the fluttering things in my belly even more.
_____
A/N: I cannot wait until they’re really together. Their shy mushy
mushy feelings are killing me…
Anyways~ the disappearances from the villagers are starting!
This fiction is starting to take over my life… I posted the previous
chapter two days ago! Usually, it takes me a week…
Thank you for reading!