Kneel Down -Prologue -
[So yep....I've watched Mulan too many times XD this is my YunJae inspiration of it, ooops. Please note that I have no special knowledge of Korean history and it's possible wars with Japan, or knowledge or historical war terms etc. This fic is happening in times before guns. And another note, I couldn't come up with enough Korean-sounding names, so I just searched around DramaWiki and grabbed something interesting! So if the names are familiar, sorryy XD Heehee *3* Feel free to comment & tell me what do you think! P.S. Sorry for possible grammar & etc. mistakes, english isn't my first language.]
Kneel Down
-the story of my obsession-
Prologue
"I don't like this. I don't like this at all. " An older man crossed his hands like it was a final word.
"I know Dong-Yul, but we don't have a choice! Japan's army is twice as big as ours as you perfectly know, and at this speed of losing men we won't last for a month!" A younger marshal kept his voice honorable, though the despair in his voice could easily be heard. Dong-Yul, the Grand Marshal of the army of Korea kept on staring on the younger, tapping the wooden table in front of him.
"I know, Seung but this is something that really fights against our values, our people's faith in us, in Korea... knowing the risks, are you willing to take the shame on your shoulders? The responsibility and what follows it?"
Dong-Yul's stone-hard eyes didn't move an inch from a man called Seung, who lowered his head a bit.
"Seung isn't alone in this." A door opened and following the marshal who had talked, more men with marks of honor stepped in with serious faces.
"We discussed this together. This is going to be a chrisis soon if we don't get more men." A man who had stepped forwards repeated Seung's earlier words, also crossing his hands. Dong-Yul kept on tapping the table, slightly shaking his gray-haired head.
"Grand Marshal, are you going to recruit women and children then? Or tell the King that we have no other choice than retreat? Prisons are full of healthy men in a good age, just sitting at their benches while our troops are risking their life everyday!" Younger's voice grew louder. An older man sighed.
"Hyun-Su.. everyone...the risks, you should be aware of them?? How are you handling with the...how should I say, difficult cases??"
Dong-Yul kept on pressuring.
"The discipline won't fail. Planning a program...let's say, thorough enough will be going on progess from the minute you nod your head to this final chance of saving our front lines."
Dong-Yul's gray hair strands fell to cover his face when he looked down, scratching his head.
Which one of the bad options would you pick? If you were drowning, would you grab the straw or just let go?
Seconds passed by, turned into minutes...the restless silence was bustling in the room like a time bomb.
"Fine then.." he growled, raising his head and facing the stares from everywhere in the room. Seung and Hyun-Su bowed slightly, and Hyun-Su was just opening his mouth to speak when Dong-Yul raised his hand and threw in the air the question:
"Where the hell are you going to find the trainers crazy enough from?"
After another silence that lasted for two seconds, the door opened again and a tall young man stepped in.
"No need to stress. I'll volunteer." He nodded his head almost unnoticeably to the Grand Marshal, with a challenging steel-like blink in his eyes.
The silence grew louder.
The handsome, tanned man with a brown ponytail didn't move an inch and neither did the boss of the bosses, until someone coughed kind of loud and Dong-Yul let the words out:
"Fine then, Jung Yunho.....my son."
[ookays! bored with politics already?:D in next chap I'll release the asshole of assholes, YUNHO.]
Kneel Down
-the story of my obsession-
Prologue
"I don't like this. I don't like this at all. " An older man crossed his hands like it was a final word.
"I know Dong-Yul, but we don't have a choice! Japan's army is twice as big as ours as you perfectly know, and at this speed of losing men we won't last for a month!" A younger marshal kept his voice honorable, though the despair in his voice could easily be heard. Dong-Yul, the Grand Marshal of the army of Korea kept on staring on the younger, tapping the wooden table in front of him.
"I know, Seung but this is something that really fights against our values, our people's faith in us, in Korea... knowing the risks, are you willing to take the shame on your shoulders? The responsibility and what follows it?"
Dong-Yul's stone-hard eyes didn't move an inch from a man called Seung, who lowered his head a bit.
"Seung isn't alone in this." A door opened and following the marshal who had talked, more men with marks of honor stepped in with serious faces.
"We discussed this together. This is going to be a chrisis soon if we don't get more men." A man who had stepped forwards repeated Seung's earlier words, also crossing his hands. Dong-Yul kept on tapping the table, slightly shaking his gray-haired head.
"Grand Marshal, are you going to recruit women and children then? Or tell the King that we have no other choice than retreat? Prisons are full of healthy men in a good age, just sitting at their benches while our troops are risking their life everyday!" Younger's voice grew louder. An older man sighed.
"Hyun-Su.. everyone...the risks, you should be aware of them?? How are you handling with the...how should I say, difficult cases??"
Dong-Yul kept on pressuring.
"The discipline won't fail. Planning a program...let's say, thorough enough will be going on progess from the minute you nod your head to this final chance of saving our front lines."
Dong-Yul's gray hair strands fell to cover his face when he looked down, scratching his head.
Which one of the bad options would you pick? If you were drowning, would you grab the straw or just let go?
Seconds passed by, turned into minutes...the restless silence was bustling in the room like a time bomb.
"Fine then.." he growled, raising his head and facing the stares from everywhere in the room. Seung and Hyun-Su bowed slightly, and Hyun-Su was just opening his mouth to speak when Dong-Yul raised his hand and threw in the air the question:
"Where the hell are you going to find the trainers crazy enough from?"
After another silence that lasted for two seconds, the door opened again and a tall young man stepped in.
"No need to stress. I'll volunteer." He nodded his head almost unnoticeably to the Grand Marshal, with a challenging steel-like blink in his eyes.
The silence grew louder.
The handsome, tanned man with a brown ponytail didn't move an inch and neither did the boss of the bosses, until someone coughed kind of loud and Dong-Yul let the words out:
"Fine then, Jung Yunho.....my son."
[ookays! bored with politics already?:D in next chap I'll release the asshole of assholes, YUNHO.]