Unwilling Destiny - Prologue
This fic is all cablackwood 's fault. That's my story and I'm sticking to it.
A few notes before I get into the text. This fic takes place in the future. The population is predominantly male, meaning that female babies born are quite rare and very cherished. Meanwhile, men have created ways of procreating that involves genetic mapping and a lot of scientific hoodoo. Because of this, laws are in place regarding said procreation. And hence, our story.
Title: Unwilling Destiny Prologue
Pairing: None, yet. Kyuhyun and Heechul eventually
Length: 491
Genre: Erm. None really.
Rating: G
Summary: Cho Kyuhyun is trying to outrun his responsibilities by getting ready for a night out.
Author's Other Note: Kyuhyun's outfit is in part inspired by this gif. His hair is not blonde though.
Cho KyuHyun is getting ready for an evening out. He's steadfastly and doggedly ignoring the buzz of the Netphone telling him there are messages. He knows who they are from and has no intention of answering them, not tonight anyway. He's well aware that time is running out and he has to make a match in the very near future. Within the next few weeks, in fact, if he wants to preserve his family's genetic line and he does, since he's the last of his family and therefore the head of the entire Ocean Genetic Consortium. He snorts to himself as he paws through his huge closet for the right items to wear. He's mostly a figurehead at best, a smile on Netcasts and a genetic map to fling about as an example of just how good the Consortium is. That's fine with him. He gets an income, his home, protection when he needs it and the rest of the time the Council leaves him the fuck alone and that's just how he prefers it.
Tomorrow, he tells himself as he pulls on a pair of skin tight synth leather pants that do very nice things for his physical assets, he'll be responsible. He'll look seriously at the proposals and accept one. A marriage is really only a contract, to combine genetic matter and cells along with a precious female egg to create offspring. Kyuhyun knows all this but every time he thinks about a marriage contract a small shudder of distaste rushes through him. Perhaps he's watched too many old-style discs in his time, but he can't help wanting that mythical thing ...real love ...in his marriage.
Pushing the thought away, he fastens on the artfully tied half shredded silk shirt he was planning to wear and then adds the accessories. A dangling earring with matching earcuff goes on next, displayed by the way his longish dark brown curls are tucked behind that ear. A synth leather cuff goes on his left wrist, concealing a very useful Netreader. On the opposite arm, high up on the bare bicep, he slaps closed a synth leather band from which silver chains dangle. He finishes with a delicate swipe of eyeliner and an even lighter brush of lipgloss. His superior genes have left him with a face and body that doesn't require too much in the way of cosmetics.
Kyuhyun shrugs on a loose feathery knit cape for the coolness of the evening, the low heels of his boots snapping firmly across the marbled floor of his apartment. Tonight, he's out to pretend that he's not close to the Age of Decision. He'll dance to hot rhythmic beats, find a sensuous lover to spend the early morning with and ...he won't think beyond that. Pausing to glance in the mirror beside the door, he looks into his own eyes and sighs. The one person you can never hide from, after all, is yourself.
Continued here
A few notes before I get into the text. This fic takes place in the future. The population is predominantly male, meaning that female babies born are quite rare and very cherished. Meanwhile, men have created ways of procreating that involves genetic mapping and a lot of scientific hoodoo. Because of this, laws are in place regarding said procreation. And hence, our story.
Title: Unwilling Destiny Prologue
Pairing: None, yet. Kyuhyun and Heechul eventually
Length: 491
Genre: Erm. None really.
Rating: G
Summary: Cho Kyuhyun is trying to outrun his responsibilities by getting ready for a night out.
Author's Other Note: Kyuhyun's outfit is in part inspired by this gif. His hair is not blonde though.
Cho KyuHyun is getting ready for an evening out. He's steadfastly and doggedly ignoring the buzz of the Netphone telling him there are messages. He knows who they are from and has no intention of answering them, not tonight anyway. He's well aware that time is running out and he has to make a match in the very near future. Within the next few weeks, in fact, if he wants to preserve his family's genetic line and he does, since he's the last of his family and therefore the head of the entire Ocean Genetic Consortium. He snorts to himself as he paws through his huge closet for the right items to wear. He's mostly a figurehead at best, a smile on Netcasts and a genetic map to fling about as an example of just how good the Consortium is. That's fine with him. He gets an income, his home, protection when he needs it and the rest of the time the Council leaves him the fuck alone and that's just how he prefers it.
Tomorrow, he tells himself as he pulls on a pair of skin tight synth leather pants that do very nice things for his physical assets, he'll be responsible. He'll look seriously at the proposals and accept one. A marriage is really only a contract, to combine genetic matter and cells along with a precious female egg to create offspring. Kyuhyun knows all this but every time he thinks about a marriage contract a small shudder of distaste rushes through him. Perhaps he's watched too many old-style discs in his time, but he can't help wanting that mythical thing ...real love ...in his marriage.
Pushing the thought away, he fastens on the artfully tied half shredded silk shirt he was planning to wear and then adds the accessories. A dangling earring with matching earcuff goes on next, displayed by the way his longish dark brown curls are tucked behind that ear. A synth leather cuff goes on his left wrist, concealing a very useful Netreader. On the opposite arm, high up on the bare bicep, he slaps closed a synth leather band from which silver chains dangle. He finishes with a delicate swipe of eyeliner and an even lighter brush of lipgloss. His superior genes have left him with a face and body that doesn't require too much in the way of cosmetics.
Kyuhyun shrugs on a loose feathery knit cape for the coolness of the evening, the low heels of his boots snapping firmly across the marbled floor of his apartment. Tonight, he's out to pretend that he's not close to the Age of Decision. He'll dance to hot rhythmic beats, find a sensuous lover to spend the early morning with and ...he won't think beyond that. Pausing to glance in the mirror beside the door, he looks into his own eyes and sighs. The one person you can never hide from, after all, is yourself.
Continued here