YunJae--Prologue--In the Mughal Empire
(a brief illustration of this story; from my Deviantart)
Originally written for kami-no-kami.livejournal.com/ for her belated birthday :D
This is just an experiment, so yes, it is un-betaed and just...since I wrote it so quickly and without a thought, it is not to the best of my writing ability, I know :D Comments are loved!!
This is also at my Deviantart: http://charcoalfeather.deviantart.com/art/YunJae-In-the-Mughal-Empire-116358601
Title: In the Mughal Empire
Rating: G (for now, might go up)
Pairing: Yunjae/Jaeho
Genre: Historical fiction, drabble, melodrama (overdrama, more like, kinda like the over-dramatic Bollywood movies of the 80's ^^)
Warning: Un-beta'ed. Written in an extremely short amount of time. May be incoherent.
Summary: Ever wondered how YunJae would be like in an ancient Indian setting? Here's your chance to find out....
Now go ahead and enjoy my noob-ness :D
About: Since this might be confusing to people who don't know me very well, here's a brief introduction:
The drabble takes place during the Mughal dynasty of India, which was ruled by Timurids of Turko-Mongol descent...that's why JaeJoong and YunHo have East Asian features in this story ^^ Basically, JaeJoong is a dancing boy who was sold to a travelling band of Turkic musicians and dancers by his poor mother (who was Korean, btw) who ends up one day in the Mughal Empire in Northern India. The kingdom's culture is mostly Persianized/Central Asian, hence the rather...un-East Asian nature of these short fanfiction.
And they speak Chagatai Turkic.
PROLOGUE
The spiced air played with the loose strands of his hair as he looked out the window.
...YunHo...
How long ago was it since he had seen him? Had it been almost a month already? JaeJoong would have no way of knowing; he was illiterate and untrained in the maths.
YunHo, his lover.
Yunho, the all-mighty sultan.
Yunho, who showered him with gifts like no lover of his had ever before.
YunHo, whose kindness effaced his loneliness...
JaeJoong had always been alone. No one knew who had been his father. All he did know of his parents was that his Korean mother sold him to a travelling band of Turkic "entertainers" at a very young age. With the band, he had begged and starved, until he'd reached an age when he could snatch a living for himself. Youth had carved his body into a shapely, comely form and this had become his only asset.
That was how he had met Yunho. At a minstrel dance festival, Yunho had become infactuated with Jae--how could he not? With a face that was purile as any virgin (male or female), dark, almond shaped eyes, evenly set teeth, a fair complexion and an aura so exotic, so sensual, Jaejoong was the delight of the Turkic world, well renowned for his "services."
His thoughts drifted to YunHo once more as he watched the melancholy sun set.
And as he waited for YunHo , he remembered the story of Radha and Krishna.
Krishna had never looked back once he left Gokul.
Radha had kept on shedding tears for him.
It was said that her tears turned into stars and filled the earth. Despite Krishna's fantastic miracles that never failed to impress his devotees, he could not make Radha happy by his nearness to her. He had left her...just like Yunho had left him.
I'm such a fool...for thinking like this. Why would YunHo want to be near my, anyways? I am just a dancing boy...one of his passing fancies...in a few years, I will become old and he will cast me away. After all, he is the Sultan...
Being a sultan meant he had a seat of higher power; he was allowed to cheat, break promises...yet he was still regarded as a philantrophist and humanitarian by the masses! Because of his title!
Names are worthless.
And he was eternally the receiver. Because he was a dancing boy and nothing more. Even Radha had accepted her situation...even though she was so proud.
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Note: Radha and Krishna are from Hindu mythology.
Sorry for any historical inaccuracies, if any! ^^ Hope you liked it :D