[fic-chaptered]Loving no matters..
Chapter 3
That night before he sleeps the young lord keeps wondering why the beauty has not gives her voice as he was talking to the older daughter as he knows that the beautiful green eyed beauty not a mute at all. At least his father told him that. He willing to gives anything up just to hear some words from that one he admires. But besides the fact he felt blissful with just the appearance of the figure there, while watching him talking with her older sister. It was a bliss yes. But still it’s not enough.
He remembers those cherry lips often had attempted to part but soon closed reluctantly. He couldn’t describe how her silky black hair framed her angelic creamy and flawless skin of her face, how that beautiful deep green eyes which sometimes shows forlorn; flutter as she was paying attention to the conversation, those lips..oh those plump of ecstasy he could ever dream of kissing; curved as she smiled. He swears he could never forget everything about his angel Kim JaeJoong.
***
The young lord came out from his room that early morning, followed by his loyal fellow in the casual white curled collar suited with pants and boots. "YongHon my friend..they said that the Kim's have the most beautiful side views of their ranch and hill..i'll look forward to see it.."
"But Lord-ah..YoonHo, it is better if we observe the vineyard which had been told.." the said fellow, seemed slightly taller than his gorgeous Lord advanced.
YongHon was a son of a servant who serve for Lord Jeong but passed away too soon as he was just a 3 years old child. He felt so grateful for the Lord took him to serve for the young Lord until now. As they grow together, the young Lord always takes him as friend, not a servant.
"Let's go then..” YunHo tapped his fellow on the shoulder. Just a second later, he sees the angel of his heart walked toward the place that he recalled as a library. “Beg your pardon..” he runs noiselessly to the place where his angel; Kim JaeJong entered.
He peeked through the slightly open door but the figure wasn’t anywhere in the room. He panicked and roughly opens the door. Soon as he turns his head to his right, he catches the falling figure reflexively.
Dear god, am I dreaming?
Deep green eyes met with his, while the small arms clinging on his neck. A slight shade of crimson crept upon the cheeks of the angel, made a cute view. The angel soon looked down and get herself down from his hold, bowed down quickly before she runs out from the library; leaving the frozen YunHo.
Unconsciously, he smiled at the situation. Her arms, her weight, her breathes against his face, her fragrance of jasmine; still lingered there.
"Is she the one..?" YongHon appeared in front of his young master, smiled widely.
"I should not..but my heart cannot resist what my eyes have seen..I'm captured and there's nothing I can do to help.." The young Lord smiles weakly as he knew he will fall deeper nonetheless.
"Not even I, Sire.." YongHon follows him as he walked towards the main hall to meet Lord Kim.
"I do hope everything you desired can be fulfill S-YoonHo..she has something that makes her not ordinary but I think it is you, Sire who know what it is..but sire, what about Kim JiHyeon..?"
"I have told you we are brothers..you never be a servant, as I never claimed..Father indeed told me about the 2nd youngest daughter of Lord Kim..but I'm sure he would not mind if I can find the one..would he..?"
"Let's hope.."
They meet the Kims minus two of the daughters to have a breakfast. It is found to be hard for the young Lord not to look at the angel of his through the corner of his eyes. His heart suddenly doing somersaults as he catches his angel was blushing shyly after his eyes met the green ones.
Little he knows the angel was reminded of the occurrence this morning.
YoonHo was hoping that the angel would escort him around the vineyard but unfortunately she can’t leave her sister. Instead one of the servant guide them to the part where will be Jeong’s soon. At most time, YoonHo groaning gallingly as his curiosity climb up his heart for the angel. If he could, he will just ignore the vineyard and run for his confession, his love angel. But as he always was, it’s his responsibility. He never ever wanted his father to up set.
***
Night has come but YoonHo’s eyes as wide open as it can be. He can’t sleep for the 2nd day since he met his Angel. The second he close his eyes, a soft tapping sound heard from his room’s window. When he looked at the window, there’s a bird still knocking the wooden frame so he walks toward and opens the window.
It was a white pigeon sitting on the rail of the balcony with a red string tied on its fleshy feet. There was a small note attached to it. The young Lord pulls the note gingerly from the limb. A smile appeared on his face as he unfolded the note and read the neat writing it held.
I beseech for your forgiveness for that embarrassing moment earlier..
I should have behave..
He went back into his room to locate parchment and ink for a reply. When he found some in a small writing desk he brought it back to the balcony and wrote it in the frosty wind.
I am honestly do not mind as it is for a lady..
He folded the note just as the first one had been and slipped it back into the thread on the pigeon's leg. When the feeling of paper again brushed against the bird he took to the sky. His wings spread out as he flew into the air. With a few powerful flaps he had glided around one of the towers of the manor, lost then to the darkness. The young Lord went back to his room to grab a thick robe, but soon returned to the balcony to wait for the reply.
Only a short moment went until the heavenly bird showed itself again, coming back from around the tower. He landed where he had last time and waited for the son to get the new note. The boy did as he had last time.
If I am allowed to ask, is there something you wish..? I noticed your eyes on me since yesterday..
YoonHo smiled as he thought of how wonderful a conversation with such a beauty would be. He ripped another corner of parchment and wrote his reply.
Your voice..I knew you are not a mute. Me father had told that you are not..
Only a short moment went until the heavenly bird showed itself again, coming back from around the tower. He landed where he had last time and waited for the son to get the new note. The young Lord did as he had last time.
I apologize, but for some reason neither I nor my family allowed to speak of the cause..
His brows furrowed in disenchantment at the written words. He wrote once again on the parchment with a bit unlikely feeling, but still in excitement.
Why, Angel? I am willing to give anything to know you more..
Can I, Angel..?
He sends the note again and let the bird flew into the night sky. Another reply came just a few second after.
Your words as sweet as honey, dear prince. But you should not..
He wrote the reply as soon.
Why, Angel..?
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-
YoonHo waited for the bird to come with a reply, but not even a shadow of its wings was seen. He sighed in disappointment and walked back to sleep on his bed.
Why, my Angel..?
end of chapter 3
A/N: this chapter is written by me again..^^
pick some line of corresponding from tftcproductions' fic..^^
but i forgot the title..-___-
thanks before for reading this...
smoochies will be saved for andraangel5 bb...XD
That night before he sleeps the young lord keeps wondering why the beauty has not gives her voice as he was talking to the older daughter as he knows that the beautiful green eyed beauty not a mute at all. At least his father told him that. He willing to gives anything up just to hear some words from that one he admires. But besides the fact he felt blissful with just the appearance of the figure there, while watching him talking with her older sister. It was a bliss yes. But still it’s not enough.
He remembers those cherry lips often had attempted to part but soon closed reluctantly. He couldn’t describe how her silky black hair framed her angelic creamy and flawless skin of her face, how that beautiful deep green eyes which sometimes shows forlorn; flutter as she was paying attention to the conversation, those lips..oh those plump of ecstasy he could ever dream of kissing; curved as she smiled. He swears he could never forget everything about his angel Kim JaeJoong.
***
The young lord came out from his room that early morning, followed by his loyal fellow in the casual white curled collar suited with pants and boots. "YongHon my friend..they said that the Kim's have the most beautiful side views of their ranch and hill..i'll look forward to see it.."
"But Lord-ah..YoonHo, it is better if we observe the vineyard which had been told.." the said fellow, seemed slightly taller than his gorgeous Lord advanced.
YongHon was a son of a servant who serve for Lord Jeong but passed away too soon as he was just a 3 years old child. He felt so grateful for the Lord took him to serve for the young Lord until now. As they grow together, the young Lord always takes him as friend, not a servant.
"Let's go then..” YunHo tapped his fellow on the shoulder. Just a second later, he sees the angel of his heart walked toward the place that he recalled as a library. “Beg your pardon..” he runs noiselessly to the place where his angel; Kim JaeJong entered.
He peeked through the slightly open door but the figure wasn’t anywhere in the room. He panicked and roughly opens the door. Soon as he turns his head to his right, he catches the falling figure reflexively.
Dear god, am I dreaming?
Deep green eyes met with his, while the small arms clinging on his neck. A slight shade of crimson crept upon the cheeks of the angel, made a cute view. The angel soon looked down and get herself down from his hold, bowed down quickly before she runs out from the library; leaving the frozen YunHo.
Unconsciously, he smiled at the situation. Her arms, her weight, her breathes against his face, her fragrance of jasmine; still lingered there.
"Is she the one..?" YongHon appeared in front of his young master, smiled widely.
"I should not..but my heart cannot resist what my eyes have seen..I'm captured and there's nothing I can do to help.." The young Lord smiles weakly as he knew he will fall deeper nonetheless.
"Not even I, Sire.." YongHon follows him as he walked towards the main hall to meet Lord Kim.
"I do hope everything you desired can be fulfill S-YoonHo..she has something that makes her not ordinary but I think it is you, Sire who know what it is..but sire, what about Kim JiHyeon..?"
"I have told you we are brothers..you never be a servant, as I never claimed..Father indeed told me about the 2nd youngest daughter of Lord Kim..but I'm sure he would not mind if I can find the one..would he..?"
"Let's hope.."
They meet the Kims minus two of the daughters to have a breakfast. It is found to be hard for the young Lord not to look at the angel of his through the corner of his eyes. His heart suddenly doing somersaults as he catches his angel was blushing shyly after his eyes met the green ones.
Little he knows the angel was reminded of the occurrence this morning.
YoonHo was hoping that the angel would escort him around the vineyard but unfortunately she can’t leave her sister. Instead one of the servant guide them to the part where will be Jeong’s soon. At most time, YoonHo groaning gallingly as his curiosity climb up his heart for the angel. If he could, he will just ignore the vineyard and run for his confession, his love angel. But as he always was, it’s his responsibility. He never ever wanted his father to up set.
***
Night has come but YoonHo’s eyes as wide open as it can be. He can’t sleep for the 2nd day since he met his Angel. The second he close his eyes, a soft tapping sound heard from his room’s window. When he looked at the window, there’s a bird still knocking the wooden frame so he walks toward and opens the window.
It was a white pigeon sitting on the rail of the balcony with a red string tied on its fleshy feet. There was a small note attached to it. The young Lord pulls the note gingerly from the limb. A smile appeared on his face as he unfolded the note and read the neat writing it held.
I beseech for your forgiveness for that embarrassing moment earlier..
I should have behave..
He went back into his room to locate parchment and ink for a reply. When he found some in a small writing desk he brought it back to the balcony and wrote it in the frosty wind.
I am honestly do not mind as it is for a lady..
He folded the note just as the first one had been and slipped it back into the thread on the pigeon's leg. When the feeling of paper again brushed against the bird he took to the sky. His wings spread out as he flew into the air. With a few powerful flaps he had glided around one of the towers of the manor, lost then to the darkness. The young Lord went back to his room to grab a thick robe, but soon returned to the balcony to wait for the reply.
Only a short moment went until the heavenly bird showed itself again, coming back from around the tower. He landed where he had last time and waited for the son to get the new note. The boy did as he had last time.
If I am allowed to ask, is there something you wish..? I noticed your eyes on me since yesterday..
YoonHo smiled as he thought of how wonderful a conversation with such a beauty would be. He ripped another corner of parchment and wrote his reply.
Your voice..I knew you are not a mute. Me father had told that you are not..
Only a short moment went until the heavenly bird showed itself again, coming back from around the tower. He landed where he had last time and waited for the son to get the new note. The young Lord did as he had last time.
I apologize, but for some reason neither I nor my family allowed to speak of the cause..
His brows furrowed in disenchantment at the written words. He wrote once again on the parchment with a bit unlikely feeling, but still in excitement.
Why, Angel? I am willing to give anything to know you more..
Can I, Angel..?
He sends the note again and let the bird flew into the night sky. Another reply came just a few second after.
Your words as sweet as honey, dear prince. But you should not..
He wrote the reply as soon.
Why, Angel..?
-
-
YoonHo waited for the bird to come with a reply, but not even a shadow of its wings was seen. He sighed in disappointment and walked back to sleep on his bed.
Why, my Angel..?
end of chapter 3
A/N: this chapter is written by me again..^^
pick some line of corresponding from tftcproductions' fic..^^
but i forgot the title..-___-
thanks before for reading this...
smoochies will be saved for andraangel5 bb...XD