[MBLAQ, IU] Through the Storm (1/1)
Title: Through the Storm
Fandom: MBLAQ, IU
Author: blahchiharu
Characters/pairing: IU/Cheondung
Rating G
wordcount: ~1100
Summary: She follows her love, from this life to the next. Yunghui Dynasty!Au, my take on this MV.
based on IU's Mia MV. I have such a soft spot for that storyline, no matter how twisted the artistic director decided to take that video. ALSO, have some visuals. No, SERIOUSLY. Btw, IU = Lee Eun Ji. Cheondung = Park Sanghyun
She marries at age fifteen to a quiet boy two years her elder.
Back then, she had accompanied her mother to the tailor’s every day, hand picking the lace for her wedding dress while marveling at the silk the ships brought from foreign lands. All she knew of was a face to match the faded photographs and a story- he was the son of a local merchant who had returned from studying overseas. In the third war, his grandfather had saved hers from certain death, and in gratitude he had promised the hand of his granddaughter in marriage.
He was a polite boy, with all the sophistication of those books her mother had forbid her from reading and yet the awkward kindness that often burdened her.
She had been so young then, knowing nothing of the world and the hurt people willingly inflicted on each other. Yet, he silently took her hand without complaints. He never promised her happiness or anything of the sort, yet day by day she felt the warmth of his gentleness grow.
How could she, still a child at the tender age of fifteen, not fall in love with Park Sanghyun?
“Oppa, winter is here to cleanse earth, that’s why we shouldn’t get in the way of its own design,” she had foolishly pointed out once, when the maids neglected to take care of the rabbit nests in the garden after a heavy snowfall. However, she had watched as he spent hours outside of his study, painstakingly rebuilding the nests and settling them near a spot with amble sunlight.
“I don’t believe in living life following someone else’s design,” Sanghyun had replied, kissing the back of her hand.
Sometimes she wondered about the great loves she read of in books. Sometimes she slept, mindful of the emptiness on the opposite side of the bed and pondered if this, this was the rest of her life. Then he’d return, tucking a cold hand in her night gown with a faint smile on his lips, murmuring in her ears until she sank back into his arms in delight. Sometimes he dared not to touch her, prolonging the silence between them until she wrapped her arms around him and shattered the distance. Sometimes she was too wary of the world. Yet, he would always be there, offering chaste intimacy that made her feel even younger than her age.
He took her to the river the spring after their engagement, pinning up the hem of her velvet dress and holding her hand as they crossed the stream barefoot. She laughed in glee while water coursed around their ankles, gentle yet persistent, like the currents of fate that brought them together.
“You’re lovely,” he said with a laugh when she tripped and landed in the water. “Eun Ji-ah,” Sanghyun added while pushing aside a strand of her wet locks. “You’ve become very beautiful.”
She had kissed him then, the first time since their first. She laughed as he picked her out of the stream, her hair drying in the afternoon sun as they lay by the riverbank, her fingers tangled in his.
Her happiness had been short lived. The northerners began their invasion that autumn. By the winter of that year, even the servants had fled from their estate. “We’re the lineage of this village,” her father had decided, “we do not fear anything, and we do not flee.”
Sanghyun had been drafted a month later, leaving her behind with a stubborn yet aging father and a mother faint of heart. The letters stopped coming after four months, and by the following spring they had also been forced out of their land by the invasion. In the end, she learned of the news with the rest of the village. She cried for days at the sight of his name on the death roll, tearing at the scroll until her mother pulled her away.
“Don’t be selfish,” her father told her. “There are many deaths to mourn. You are still young; there is still a future for you.”
“You’re wrong, Appa,” she decided after the fifth day of refusing food in favor of staring into her vanity. She had given her whole future to Sanghyun, and without him, there was no place for her in this world.
Sanghyun had always enjoyed running a hand through her soft, flowing hair. Yet, she gave up locks of her dark tresses in favor of bargaining with the sorcerer of the land. In return, he gave her the location of the gate, leaving her with nothing but a naive heart.
She treaded fearlessly and selflessly through the land forbidden from the living. With every breath she took, they pulled her in, singing to her toxic song with promises of her darkest desires. Still, she refrained until finding him. The thought of seeing him again drove her into the deepest part of the realm until he finally emerged, almost unwillingly.
“Why did you come here?” Sanghyun asked, his face unfamiliarly pale.
“I wanted to see you,” she had tried to explain.
He shook his head instead, depositing their wedding band in her hands. “You don’t belong here. Go back. Please.”
“You are too cruel, Park Sanghyun,” she replied, tearing her eyes away from him. She had given all of herself to him, so much that there was nothing else left to give. “Please don’t turn me away,” She begged, voice dripping with desperation.
“There is nothing here for you,” he whispered into her ear. “I have nothing left to offer you. Please, forget about me.” He slipped the ring back onto her finger, his lips brushing her forehead.
She refused, not letting go of her grasp on his arm. “You are a coward, Oppa,” she decided with the last bit of her will. “In life you reserved your love, and even in death you won’t accept all of me. But I refuse to hide and lie to myself. I love you, and asking me to give my heart away again is too much.”
“Eun Ji-ah, fate broke us apart.”
“Fate is a fool,” she replied, slipping her hands into his. “And I, for one, refuse to live my life following someone else’s design.”
He had laughed then, a rich and wonderful sound as he brought her into a familiar embrace.
“Come back with me,” she insisted, although the battle had already been won.
“I will follow you to the end of this world and back,” he answered. “And in this life and the next and every one after that, I’ll never stop loving you.”
“In this life and the next-” She smiled, leading him out of the darkness.
“And every one after that,” he repeated, following her lead.
[FIN]
AHHH I CANNOT WRITE HET WITHOUT MAKING IT SAPPY ;_____; And like. I'm seriously blind now. I originally planned on making the ending more epic, like in the mv, buttttt it made me sad so in my attempt to be creative, I resorted to SAP. I apologize in advance ):
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Fandom: MBLAQ, IU
Author: blahchiharu
Characters/pairing: IU/Cheondung
Rating G
wordcount: ~1100
Summary: She follows her love, from this life to the next. Yunghui Dynasty!Au, my take on this MV.
based on IU's Mia MV. I have such a soft spot for that storyline, no matter how twisted the artistic director decided to take that video. ALSO, have some visuals. No, SERIOUSLY. Btw, IU = Lee Eun Ji. Cheondung = Park Sanghyun
She marries at age fifteen to a quiet boy two years her elder.
Back then, she had accompanied her mother to the tailor’s every day, hand picking the lace for her wedding dress while marveling at the silk the ships brought from foreign lands. All she knew of was a face to match the faded photographs and a story- he was the son of a local merchant who had returned from studying overseas. In the third war, his grandfather had saved hers from certain death, and in gratitude he had promised the hand of his granddaughter in marriage.
He was a polite boy, with all the sophistication of those books her mother had forbid her from reading and yet the awkward kindness that often burdened her.
She had been so young then, knowing nothing of the world and the hurt people willingly inflicted on each other. Yet, he silently took her hand without complaints. He never promised her happiness or anything of the sort, yet day by day she felt the warmth of his gentleness grow.
How could she, still a child at the tender age of fifteen, not fall in love with Park Sanghyun?
“Oppa, winter is here to cleanse earth, that’s why we shouldn’t get in the way of its own design,” she had foolishly pointed out once, when the maids neglected to take care of the rabbit nests in the garden after a heavy snowfall. However, she had watched as he spent hours outside of his study, painstakingly rebuilding the nests and settling them near a spot with amble sunlight.
“I don’t believe in living life following someone else’s design,” Sanghyun had replied, kissing the back of her hand.
Sometimes she wondered about the great loves she read of in books. Sometimes she slept, mindful of the emptiness on the opposite side of the bed and pondered if this, this was the rest of her life. Then he’d return, tucking a cold hand in her night gown with a faint smile on his lips, murmuring in her ears until she sank back into his arms in delight. Sometimes he dared not to touch her, prolonging the silence between them until she wrapped her arms around him and shattered the distance. Sometimes she was too wary of the world. Yet, he would always be there, offering chaste intimacy that made her feel even younger than her age.
He took her to the river the spring after their engagement, pinning up the hem of her velvet dress and holding her hand as they crossed the stream barefoot. She laughed in glee while water coursed around their ankles, gentle yet persistent, like the currents of fate that brought them together.
“You’re lovely,” he said with a laugh when she tripped and landed in the water. “Eun Ji-ah,” Sanghyun added while pushing aside a strand of her wet locks. “You’ve become very beautiful.”
She had kissed him then, the first time since their first. She laughed as he picked her out of the stream, her hair drying in the afternoon sun as they lay by the riverbank, her fingers tangled in his.
Her happiness had been short lived. The northerners began their invasion that autumn. By the winter of that year, even the servants had fled from their estate. “We’re the lineage of this village,” her father had decided, “we do not fear anything, and we do not flee.”
Sanghyun had been drafted a month later, leaving her behind with a stubborn yet aging father and a mother faint of heart. The letters stopped coming after four months, and by the following spring they had also been forced out of their land by the invasion. In the end, she learned of the news with the rest of the village. She cried for days at the sight of his name on the death roll, tearing at the scroll until her mother pulled her away.
“Don’t be selfish,” her father told her. “There are many deaths to mourn. You are still young; there is still a future for you.”
“You’re wrong, Appa,” she decided after the fifth day of refusing food in favor of staring into her vanity. She had given her whole future to Sanghyun, and without him, there was no place for her in this world.
Sanghyun had always enjoyed running a hand through her soft, flowing hair. Yet, she gave up locks of her dark tresses in favor of bargaining with the sorcerer of the land. In return, he gave her the location of the gate, leaving her with nothing but a naive heart.
She treaded fearlessly and selflessly through the land forbidden from the living. With every breath she took, they pulled her in, singing to her toxic song with promises of her darkest desires. Still, she refrained until finding him. The thought of seeing him again drove her into the deepest part of the realm until he finally emerged, almost unwillingly.
“Why did you come here?” Sanghyun asked, his face unfamiliarly pale.
“I wanted to see you,” she had tried to explain.
He shook his head instead, depositing their wedding band in her hands. “You don’t belong here. Go back. Please.”
“You are too cruel, Park Sanghyun,” she replied, tearing her eyes away from him. She had given all of herself to him, so much that there was nothing else left to give. “Please don’t turn me away,” She begged, voice dripping with desperation.
“There is nothing here for you,” he whispered into her ear. “I have nothing left to offer you. Please, forget about me.” He slipped the ring back onto her finger, his lips brushing her forehead.
She refused, not letting go of her grasp on his arm. “You are a coward, Oppa,” she decided with the last bit of her will. “In life you reserved your love, and even in death you won’t accept all of me. But I refuse to hide and lie to myself. I love you, and asking me to give my heart away again is too much.”
“Eun Ji-ah, fate broke us apart.”
“Fate is a fool,” she replied, slipping her hands into his. “And I, for one, refuse to live my life following someone else’s design.”
He had laughed then, a rich and wonderful sound as he brought her into a familiar embrace.
“Come back with me,” she insisted, although the battle had already been won.
“I will follow you to the end of this world and back,” he answered. “And in this life and the next and every one after that, I’ll never stop loving you.”
“In this life and the next-” She smiled, leading him out of the darkness.
“And every one after that,” he repeated, following her lead.
[FIN]
AHHH I CANNOT WRITE HET WITHOUT MAKING IT SAPPY ;_____; And like. I'm seriously blind now. I originally planned on making the ending more epic, like in the mv, buttttt it made me sad so in my attempt to be creative, I resorted to SAP. I apologize in advance ):
Love it? Hate it? Please leave some feedback, even if it may be a little late. You can also join the community, since I'll be locking up NC17 fics.