A LOVE THAT LASTS FOREVER - CHP 2
title: a love that lasts forever
author:
yourcupcakee
rating: pg13
disclaimer: *blah blah blah*
summary: Yunho's dying of boredom and he's growing sick and tired of being pushed aside for Jae Joong. And who on earth is that servant that he finds so d*mn gorgeous?
A/N: Woo! My goal was to not update for a week...and to write more and I did! I wrote two pages on Sunday. I felt horrible about it cause I wasn't being productive when I had a load of homework, but now I just feel happy. Anyways... I owe a certain someone a fanfic so I guess i won't be making any more progress on this fanfic.
PROLOGUE * * * CHAPTER 1
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Jae Joong nodded, remaining silent the rest of the day except for the occasional yes or no answer.
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"How's he doing in the kitchen?" Yunho seemed reluctant to bring up the subject.
"He was doing good, but I pulled him out for the Cherry Blossom Festival." Yoochun continued looking through his paperwork.
"Oh." Yunho watched Yoochun, waiting for the other man to say more.
"Feeling guilty?" Yoochun smirked, mocking Yunho.
"N-n-no!" Yunho managed to stutter out.
That was the end of their conversation as Yoochun told his friend to do something productive. Yunho had first complained, saying that was what Yoochun and the other advisers were for, but was scolded for his laziness before being kicked out of the room.
Yunho wandered aimlessly around the halls of the Western Wing, occasionally entering a room in search of some entertainment. He lost his patience when he'd gone through the entire wing and had found nothing eventful. He decided on a visit to the library when he realized just how desperate he was.
"Changmin!" Yunho shouted, pushing open the tall, oak doors of the library.
"Sh...You lack so much library etiquette." Changmin whispered when he was finally discovered behind an old stack of books.
"Tell me a story!" Yunho whined, in the most un-King like fashion.
"One upon a time, there lived a king who liked to bother a librarian while he worked. The librarian kicked him out of the library, and everyone lived happily ever after." Changmin continued scribbling down stuff from the books laid out in front of him.
Yunho had failed to understand the fact that Changmin was telling him, in a very unsubtle way, to get his butt out of the library. He simply cocked on eyebrow and stared at Changmin, "I don't like that story. The King doesn't sound kingly."
"Ha...ha...too bad. Now go away."
After finally comprehending the point of the story, Yunho went off to find his tailor to prepare a new outfit for him out of sheer boredom.
"Junsu! Make me a new robe for the festival!" Yunho plopped down in a seat, watching Junsu handle a delicate robe, from the other side of the room.
"Don't mess me up! This is a one of a kind robe." Junsu glared at Yunho before returning to his stitching.
Yunho growled, "None of you respect me! How can you speak to the King like that?"
Junsu paused for a brief moment, but then continued his work, "Because you always play the friend card."
"Is that mine? It's amazing!" Yunho ignored his friend, "Then again, isn't it a bit too feminine for my taste..."
"That's because it's not for you. It's for our new arrival."
"Jae Joong?"
Junsu nodded.
Yunho stood up and stormed out of the room in a fit.
"Who does he think he is, having all my people do his biddings. Stupid Jae Joong. I bet he's ugly and fat, and doesn't even fit that robe." Yunho snarled, storming up and down the cooridor." That stupid, %@$&#!"
"You're bothering my work!" Changmin stuck his head out, annoyed with the loud, colorful language. "What kind of King uses such foul language?"
"It's all that stupid Jae Joong's fault." Yunho whined.
"Go tell him that then. Complain to him and stop with the noise." Changmin unrolled a long and dusty scroll, "Unless you want to help me, your Highness."
Yunho sneezed, the dust making its way up his nose. He hook his head, "Where is he anyways?"
Changmin shrugged and pressed his nose against the older parchment in a futile attempt to read the messy and faded writing, "Possibly in the Western Garden, he was talking about how beautiful the flowers were this morning."
"I'll make a note to stay away from there." Yunho began heading back to his work room.
Yunho sat Indian style on his throne, whistling. He had no idea what was left for him to do. He wasn't allowed to bother any of his friends, and he still wasn't able to lift up the whole 'Do not let Yunho out of the palace' ban (at least not until he was fully recognized as King). Left with no other options, he had retreated back to his work room.
"Your Majesty, it's tea time," a young servant entered the room, head dipped low, holding a tray of tea and snacks.
Yunho watched the young girl approach the table. She had beautiful hands, which he assumed to be as soft as they seemed. Her movements were graceful, and delicate, much different than the normal girl who brought him tea.
"Are you new?" Yunho asked, curious.
"Yes, Your Majesty." the girl's head was still dipped low, face hidden, waiting to be dismissed.
Yunho didn't move, registering the angelic voice in his head. His hand finally extended to reach his cup of Jasmine tea, "What's your name?"
The girl remained silent.
He took a sip of his tea, "Well?"
"I'm sorry Your Majesty, but I really must get going." the servant looked up for the first time and then took a low bow.
Yunho's movements stopped, eyes glued to the beautiful face he had just seen. The girl must have noticed Yunho's stare because she immediately hid her face again. Yunho put down his tea on a pile of important paperwork, oblivious that he was wetting foreign policies which had taken three weeks to write out.
"That's disrespectful. Show me your face." Yunho's voice was demanding.
Unwillingly, the girl slowly lifted her face, eyes refusing the meet the King's.
"State your name." Yunho's eyes were digging into the girl, and he knew she could feel it.
"Shin." the girl whispered.
"Pardon?" Yunho nearly choked on his tea.
"My name is Shin, Your Majesty."
"Shin...Is a boy's name is it not?" Yunho's face twisted in confusion.
"Yes."
"Are you a..." Yunho couldn't bring himself to finish his question, afraid the girl he found so deathly enticing, to actually be a boy.
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♥♥ bonnie
- - i have trouble with names, i apologize. they're just not my thing...
- - i wonder how long i'll be able to keep this up...hm... oh well we'll see
author:
yourcupcakee
rating: pg13
disclaimer: *blah blah blah*
summary: Yunho's dying of boredom and he's growing sick and tired of being pushed aside for Jae Joong. And who on earth is that servant that he finds so d*mn gorgeous?
A/N: Woo! My goal was to not update for a week...and to write more and I did! I wrote two pages on Sunday. I felt horrible about it cause I wasn't being productive when I had a load of homework, but now I just feel happy. Anyways... I owe a certain someone a fanfic so I guess i won't be making any more progress on this fanfic.
PROLOGUE * * * CHAPTER 1
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Jae Joong nodded, remaining silent the rest of the day except for the occasional yes or no answer.
---------------- * * * ----------------
"How's he doing in the kitchen?" Yunho seemed reluctant to bring up the subject.
"He was doing good, but I pulled him out for the Cherry Blossom Festival." Yoochun continued looking through his paperwork.
"Oh." Yunho watched Yoochun, waiting for the other man to say more.
"Feeling guilty?" Yoochun smirked, mocking Yunho.
"N-n-no!" Yunho managed to stutter out.
That was the end of their conversation as Yoochun told his friend to do something productive. Yunho had first complained, saying that was what Yoochun and the other advisers were for, but was scolded for his laziness before being kicked out of the room.
Yunho wandered aimlessly around the halls of the Western Wing, occasionally entering a room in search of some entertainment. He lost his patience when he'd gone through the entire wing and had found nothing eventful. He decided on a visit to the library when he realized just how desperate he was.
"Changmin!" Yunho shouted, pushing open the tall, oak doors of the library.
"Sh...You lack so much library etiquette." Changmin whispered when he was finally discovered behind an old stack of books.
"Tell me a story!" Yunho whined, in the most un-King like fashion.
"One upon a time, there lived a king who liked to bother a librarian while he worked. The librarian kicked him out of the library, and everyone lived happily ever after." Changmin continued scribbling down stuff from the books laid out in front of him.
Yunho had failed to understand the fact that Changmin was telling him, in a very unsubtle way, to get his butt out of the library. He simply cocked on eyebrow and stared at Changmin, "I don't like that story. The King doesn't sound kingly."
"Ha...ha...too bad. Now go away."
After finally comprehending the point of the story, Yunho went off to find his tailor to prepare a new outfit for him out of sheer boredom.
"Junsu! Make me a new robe for the festival!" Yunho plopped down in a seat, watching Junsu handle a delicate robe, from the other side of the room.
"Don't mess me up! This is a one of a kind robe." Junsu glared at Yunho before returning to his stitching.
Yunho growled, "None of you respect me! How can you speak to the King like that?"
Junsu paused for a brief moment, but then continued his work, "Because you always play the friend card."
"Is that mine? It's amazing!" Yunho ignored his friend, "Then again, isn't it a bit too feminine for my taste..."
"That's because it's not for you. It's for our new arrival."
"Jae Joong?"
Junsu nodded.
Yunho stood up and stormed out of the room in a fit.
"Who does he think he is, having all my people do his biddings. Stupid Jae Joong. I bet he's ugly and fat, and doesn't even fit that robe." Yunho snarled, storming up and down the cooridor." That stupid, %@$&#!"
"You're bothering my work!" Changmin stuck his head out, annoyed with the loud, colorful language. "What kind of King uses such foul language?"
"It's all that stupid Jae Joong's fault." Yunho whined.
"Go tell him that then. Complain to him and stop with the noise." Changmin unrolled a long and dusty scroll, "Unless you want to help me, your Highness."
Yunho sneezed, the dust making its way up his nose. He hook his head, "Where is he anyways?"
Changmin shrugged and pressed his nose against the older parchment in a futile attempt to read the messy and faded writing, "Possibly in the Western Garden, he was talking about how beautiful the flowers were this morning."
"I'll make a note to stay away from there." Yunho began heading back to his work room.
Yunho sat Indian style on his throne, whistling. He had no idea what was left for him to do. He wasn't allowed to bother any of his friends, and he still wasn't able to lift up the whole 'Do not let Yunho out of the palace' ban (at least not until he was fully recognized as King). Left with no other options, he had retreated back to his work room.
"Your Majesty, it's tea time," a young servant entered the room, head dipped low, holding a tray of tea and snacks.
Yunho watched the young girl approach the table. She had beautiful hands, which he assumed to be as soft as they seemed. Her movements were graceful, and delicate, much different than the normal girl who brought him tea.
"Are you new?" Yunho asked, curious.
"Yes, Your Majesty." the girl's head was still dipped low, face hidden, waiting to be dismissed.
Yunho didn't move, registering the angelic voice in his head. His hand finally extended to reach his cup of Jasmine tea, "What's your name?"
The girl remained silent.
He took a sip of his tea, "Well?"
"I'm sorry Your Majesty, but I really must get going." the servant looked up for the first time and then took a low bow.
Yunho's movements stopped, eyes glued to the beautiful face he had just seen. The girl must have noticed Yunho's stare because she immediately hid her face again. Yunho put down his tea on a pile of important paperwork, oblivious that he was wetting foreign policies which had taken three weeks to write out.
"That's disrespectful. Show me your face." Yunho's voice was demanding.
Unwillingly, the girl slowly lifted her face, eyes refusing the meet the King's.
"State your name." Yunho's eyes were digging into the girl, and he knew she could feel it.
"Shin." the girl whispered.
"Pardon?" Yunho nearly choked on his tea.
"My name is Shin, Your Majesty."
"Shin...Is a boy's name is it not?" Yunho's face twisted in confusion.
"Yes."
"Are you a..." Yunho couldn't bring himself to finish his question, afraid the girl he found so deathly enticing, to actually be a boy.
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♥♥ bonnie
- - i have trouble with names, i apologize. they're just not my thing...
- - i wonder how long i'll be able to keep this up...hm... oh well we'll see