the book of poems
jaejoong/yunho; 145
G
written for
jaeho_challenge; wanted to write something a lot longer for the challenge but then found myself in l.a. attending korean concerts and sleeping -3847 hours a day. might continue this one day. remind me! :)
On the first day of his arrival in Heian-Kyo, Lord Yunho sees him in a teahouse. Past the numerous drunkards and women throwing themselves into the laps of ministers with beady eyes, each a hopeless attempt at a better life, he sees him, poised and beautiful. Fingers curved with grace, he turns a page in his book while his other hand brings a teacup to his lips and he sips without taking his eyes away once.
Lord Yunho remembers to breathe.
It's almost as if he doesn't belong there amongst the lowlifes, illuminated only by candles in the last stages of their life that flicker too much to be useful.
The teahouse owner wanders by and Lord Yunho calls him over, asks for a name.
The owner answers no one knows and Lord Yunho frowns.
He will tell him that he is not no one.