New Order: Chapter Two

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Title: New Order
Author: Pinkframe
Rating: R
Warnings: Language, Sex, Violence, Death
Main Pairing: Shim Changmin/Hwang Tiffany
Other in Chapter Pairings: None
Genre: Drama, Angst, Romance
Concrit: Yeppers
Summary: After over ten years of war and destruction, a new order is put into place. In a world with no hope, eighteen year old Tiffany has found herself in charge of her orphaned cousins, twelve year old Jessica and five year old Taemin. A powerful general from the war, Lee Soo Man, has founded a new regime with his five most trusted soldiers, Yunho, Jaejoong, Yuchun, Junsu and Changmin, at his side. But power and corruption run deep and secrets even deeper.




“Tiffany, wake up!” Ri In shouted, shaking me as I lay in the bed I had been assigned in the women’s room.

“What’s going on?” I asked, sitting up and squinting from the burn of the sun creeping up over the horizon. There was shuffling all around the room, rushed whispers coming from all of the women who occupied the beds. In the week I had been there I had only learned a handful of names.

“She’s gone.”

“Who’s gone?” I asked, still sitting in my bed.

“Jiyeon,” she whispered, throwing my sheets off of me and pulling me out of the bed.

“Who?” I continued, barely awake and not fully aware of what was going on.

“Lee Jiyeon, the High King’s daughter,” Ri In replied, pushing me towards the door out into the hall way. “Lady Kwon told me to send you upstairs to look for her. She would do it herself, but she’s attending the High King right now. He’s in a right fit with her missing. I don’t know what Jiyeon is thinking. His wedding is today.”

“Why me and not you?” I asked, as she pushed me to the stairs.

She sighed and looked at me, “Have you learned anything since you got here?”

“I guess not,” I replied, meeting her gaze.

“You’re the one the High King chose for Prince Jung. When Boa is gone, you’re next in command,” she stood there, arms crossed, and signaled for me to climb up the stair case.

“I’m not going to get in trouble?” I confirmed after taking a few steps.

“No,” she said. “Not if you go up with a purpose.”

“Wait, what am I supposed to do?” I asked, halfway up the staircase.

“Search all the rooms except the rooms the princes sleep in,” she told me, frustrated at my lack of knowledge.

I stopped again a few steps later, “Why does he call them princes when they’re not even his sons?”

“Tiffany, this is not the time,” Ri In replied, waving her hands for me to climb up the stairs.

“And why am Tiffany when Boa is Lady Kwon?” I asked, right before reaching the top of the spiral staircase.

“Not now,” Ri In repeated before I opened the door and stepped into the hall.

The hall was empty in the early morning. One of the few things I had learned in my week there was who lived on what floor. The women and all the servants stayed on the first floor, and were only allowed on the upper floors when given special permission. The five princes lived on the second floor, along with a few of the High King’s most trusted advisors. The third floor was Soo Man’s. No one was allowed up there unless called by Soo Man himself. The currently under construction fourth floor would someday be used for security, which was temporarily located on the first floor.

I didn’t really know where I was going. I was apparently not allowed to enter the rooms of the princes, but I wasn’t exactly sure which rooms were which. I knew that Yunho’s room was at the end of the hall, but that was it.

Silently, I walked the opposite direction, turning a corner and looking around. I was startled when I heard a voice coming from an open door in the hall, “Are you looking for someone?” Prince Changmin was sitting at a table in his room, a book open in front of him and his legs crossed.

“Princess Jiyeon is missing, your highness,” I told him, bowing low like I had been taught to do by Ri In a few days before.

He laughed, closing his book and standing up, “She is, now?”

“Yes,” I replied, not making eye contact.

“I suppose I should keep a better eye on her,” he told me, leaning in the doorway, “she is my fiancé, after all.”

“I’ll do my best to find her right away, your highness,” I said, bowing again and turning to leave.

Before I could get anywhere, Changmin reached out and grabbed my arm, pulling me close to him and then cupped my chin in his hand, forcing my eyes to meet his, “I presume your Hwang Tiffany, Yunho’s special little prize? Boa would be up here doing whatever needs to be done, but seeing as Jiyeon is missing today, I suppose Boa’s too busy sucking off Soo Man.”

“Yes,” I said, trying to stop myself from looking into his beautiful, chocolate, almond shaped eyes, “I am Hwang Tiffany and Lady Kwon is helping to calm the High King down.”

“Interesting, though,” he said, tilting my head from side to side. “You’re really not Yunho’s type. Not that Soo Man knows or cares about that. I feel kind of sorry for you.”

“No need, your highness,” I said, shifting my feet a little.

“Don’t call me that anymore,” he said, quickly shoving my face away from him. “I hate that.”

“What do you want me to call you, then?”

“Just call me Changmin,” he said, turning back into his room and picking his book up again. “But when we’re in front of the others, don’t call me anything at all.”

“Okay,” I agreed, trying to restrain myself from calling him ‘your highness’ again.

“And you’ll find Jiyeon three doors down the hall to the left,” he shouted as I was walking away. “And if anyone asks, I gave you permission to go in there. But I doubt anyone will ask.”

“Thank you,” I said, before making my way down the hall to where he said I would find her. I was slightly terrified as I turned the knob and pushed the door open and I quickly realized I had every right to be.

As soon as I opened the door I was sucked into a kind of vortex. I realized it was Prince Junsu’s room that I had just wandered into, which explained why Changmin’s permission was important. There, on the bed, was Prince Junsu; eyes closed, mouth slightly parted, head thrown back in ecstasy. And on top of him was Princess Jiyeon, barebacked, screaming at the top of her lungs, and riding the prince like he was a prized horse. I stood in the door and watched as she rode him, her perfect rhythm driving him insane. In between moans of pleasure he whispered her name, his hands guiding her hips.

I was in shock. I didn’t know what to do. I wasn’t sure if I should say something.

“I’m going to come,” he yelled, his raspy voice echoing through the room.

“Shit, I don’t care anymore, just do it,” she yelled, throwing her head back.

A moment later the two collapsed on each other in a mess of post orgasmic bliss. Jiyeon snuggled up to his slowly rising and falling chest. And that was when they saw me.

“What the hell?” Jiyeon shouted, pulling blankets up over herself.

“I’m very sorry, your highnesses,” I said bowing as deeply as I possibly could. “I was sent to find you, Princess, and I was told to look here.”

“Who told you to look here?” Junsu demanded. “You’re not supposed to come in here without special permission.”

“Prince Changmin gave me permission, your highness,” I said, scared that Junsu might unleash his wrath upon me.

Junsu stood up and marched over to where his clothes were piled up, quickly covering himself with them before marching over to me, “You tell anyone what you saw here and I swear I’ll cut your throat while you’re sleeping.”

“Junsu-ah!” Jiyeon shouted, already in the white gown the all the women wore. “Please, don’t say things like that. She was just following orders.”

“I won’t say anything,” I told them, thankful that Jiyeon was being understanding.

She walked up to me and gave a small, apologetic bow, “I’m sorry if I’ve caused any trouble. I heard a rumor that my father has chosen someone for Junsu and that it would make it near impossible for me to ever see him again. I thought it was my last chance.”

“It’s okay,” I replied, bowing to her. She quickly kissed Junsu and then followed me out of the room. He watched from the door as we walked the hall and the down the stairs. There was a collective sigh of relief as I walked down the steps.

“Where have you been?” RI In demanded as soon as we were on the ground floor.

“I found her with Prince Changmin,” I lied, looking Jiyeon in the eye. She thanked me silently.

Ri In sighed, “You should have at least told us where you were going to be.”

“I’m very sorry that I caused everyone so much worry,” Jiyeon said, looking around at the other relieved faces.

A few minutes later Boa descended the staircase and preparations for the day began. Boa spent most of the day primping as did Jiyeon and I. I hadn’t realized how important it was for me to look good that day as well, but apparently since I was soon going to be taking Boa’s place in charge of the women, I needed to look amazing for the wedding as well.

When I was finished with my part I walked across the floor to where they kept Taemin. It was a small room with six beds that housed the six children of various servants and a couple other women. I didn’t get to see Taemin as often as I would have liked, but he seemed to enjoy being able to play with others his age and he was going to school. It was really more than I had any right to ask for.

I dressed him in the formal wear that I had been given for him and listened as he told me stories from the last couple days. There was something very different about him. He seemed happier in his new home, with other kids to play with and place to run around.

“And then yesterday,” he said, getting all excited as I brushed through his hair, which was mushroomed shaped and in terrible need of a trim, “one of the princes came by and he played with us and he gave me this.” Temin rushed out of my arms and over to the night stand next to his bed, pulled something out of his drawer and ran back to me. He placed a medal in my hand.

I turned it over, looking at it. It was a war medal, one of the kinds I was pretty sure that Soo Man had handed out to the princes right after the war had ended. “Do you remember which prince it was?” I asked him, handing it back as he stared at it wide eyed.

“He was tall,” he told me, taking it back to his night stand. “Really tall.” That could have described any of them.

“Well, you might want to give it back to him,” I said, scooping him up in my arms and walking back towards the room I shared with the women.

He shook his head, “He told me he didn’t want it.”

“Okay, then,” I said as I began the walk over.

When I arrived, Boa was dressed in extravagant Korean formal wear, her hair done up and appearing almost painful. She took a few deep breaths as she stared at herself in the mirror. She seemed somber, like she was walking to her death. I suppose, were I about to walk down the aisle, forced to marry a man old enough to be my father, I would feel the same.

I sat Taemin on the floor and walked over to her, straightening out a few of the wrinkles in her dress, and asked, “Is there something I can help you with?”

“No,” she whispered, her eyes glistening with the threat of tears.

“Okay,” I replied, stepping back and looking at her.

I took Taemin’s hand and the two of us walked out the door towards the front of the fortress. Yunho was standing there waiting for us. The three of us exited and climbed into a car that was waiting for us outside. Soo Man had planned for the wedding to be outside and in public so as many people as possible could witness it.

The ceremony was extravagant but short. I stood with Yunho at my side and watched as Boa said her vows, her face as sad as it had been that morning. People from all over lined the streets to watch. I kept my eyes peeled for Jessica, but I never saw her. I was beginning to worry about her. When all was said and done Soo Man gave another speech about hope and the future and how he was going to make everything better, aided by the strength of the woman he loved.

All of us, Soo Man, Boa, the princes, Jiyeon, Taemin, Ri In, a few of the other women and servants and I, went back to the fortress for a huge dinner. Most of us ate silently, Junsu and Yuchun exchanging words here and there and Soo Man saying all sorts of nonsense. He always looked to Boa for her approval and with a fake smile she would always give it.

The entire time Yunho said nothing to me. I felt so inadequate, like he hated me. There was this film that seemed to cover everyone. I could tell, looking around that table, that more than one person was holding in a few secrets. I knew I was keeping Jiyeon and Junsu’s secret, as I was sure Changmin was as well.

I wondered why all the people at that table had been chosen. I half understood why Soo Man had chosen the five men, but why he had made them ‘princes’ was beyond me, especially when he had a daughter of his own. And I didn’t understand why he had chosen me, some random, practically worthless, girl from the streets for the highest ranking among the princes and gave his own daughter to the lowest. I wondered why he had chosen Boa to be his. I felt like there was more to it than simply the fact that she was insanely beautiful and strong. It seemed like she did something for his ego.

After the meal I said goodbye to Taemin, kissing him on the forehead and leaving him with the servant who was in charge of the children. “Will you come see me tomorrow?” he asked before I walked away.

“I’ll try,” I said, patting him on the head.

“I miss you. I want to go home to Jessica.”

“I do too,” I consoled, kissing him one last time on the forehead.

When I left the little room for the children, Changmin was standing outside, “He’s your son, huh?”

“Yes,” I replied, a little wary.

“You know who he reminds me of?” Changmin asked, walking toward me slowly.

“Who?”

“General Kim Heechul,” he replied, giving me a little knowing smirk. “General Kim was a good man. It was a shame he had to die. I’m glad that Taemin has you, though.” He stood inches from my face as he whispered, “Are you really his mother, or did you just take on the role when Dana died?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I lied, taking a few steps back.

“I’m sure you don’t,” he said, turning on his heel and heading toward the staircase.