기다리다

jung hyukun. 23. son of the right state councillor. "The eyes are useless when the mind is blind." the earth will always gaze up at the sun.

[dalhyukun-blog]

—red waters

with @sevlhae at the royal wedding

“It appears it is just the two of us, at sunset.”

Courage had been mustered up on the young Jung Lord’s part at this event this time, his lessons learned from the last royal celebration due to his flawed timidness and hesitation. It had resulted in consequences that he, in that moment in time, had not entered his conscience. He had been selfish, in considerate; his heart had slipped alignment with hers, causing hurt instead of healing.

How could he claim he felt love and endearment, if pain was what he inflicted instead of joy? He was not worthy to proclaim such statements, or enjoy such emotions, if he were to refuse to realize his errors in this play. Eternal rain would be what he would deserve. Sunshine was for those who proved positive value.

He had approached, addressing and greeting those present around her, before asking for the honour of her company for conversation. He knew he had been in earshot of her brothers and sisters, Grand Princes and Princesses. He had felt gazes upon him like curious hawks, their sight and hearing hanging onto the words being exchanged between their sister and this young Lord.

That was in part why he quietly requested the luxury of a walk with her, around the open courtyard. He needed some privacy with her, to speak words less restrained by the intensity of eavesdroppers.

Her voice cut through the peacefulness between them first, his pace beside hers, his hand as always yearning to be feeling the touch of hers but knowing better in such a setting. Instead his hands are tucked behind him in the cold, his gaze fixated on the pure white below his feet, about to be left with traces of their path.

It lifted, however -- not to gaze at the sky, but at her. And his lips parted, speaking low words, his tone resolute but abruptly honest; a confession she would know already in her heart.

“I want to choose you.” 

[dalhyukun-blog]

“ i have something i’d like to get off my chest.”

— event: wedding between a princess and a lord                  prompt status: not accepting

If Hyukun were to be honest, he had been dreading such an approach by a member of the Royal Family.

His conscience was clean of deception and mutiny; however, it was not clean of secrecy. His heart and love may be true and pure for Princess Seul, but it was not yet public knowledge and their dance of romance had not been preceded with a betrothal. Their meetings had been through secretive letters, and meetings under the moonlight. The young Jung lord had every right to fear reproaching, or even worse punishment, for his actions. After all, it could be deemed very improper. He could only hope that the Supreme Commander’s sudden appearance before him was not about this matter.

“Supreme Commander San,” Hyukun greeted, dipping his head in a respectful bow, trying to silently calm the loud beating of his heart. “I am readily welcome to lend an ear to any trouble that may be heavy upon you chest, despite my being perhaps not being worthy of such a trusting task. It has been said that burdens, if held tightly onto, can be the deadliest danger to any man.”

[dalhyukun-blog]

“ she doesn’t look ready for the marriage bed.”

— event: wedding between a princess and a lord                  prompt status: not accepting

Hyukun glances up from the light meal he is having, blinking and dipping his head in both respectful greeting and apology for his unattractive manner at present. Her words cause him to pause, and he quiet swallows the rest of his mouthful as he contemplates the statement. Naturally, it also causes his gaze to shift, to the Princess mentioned.

“I have heard the new bride may still be considered young, yes,” he replies, returning his attention to the lady next to him. “She does have a youthful appearance which may suggest she isn’t ready, but as a member of the Royal Family, responsilbility and duty is also upon her shouders.

“The groom is an honourable man and does not appear to harbor ill-intentions. Onlookers can only hope she can open her heart to him.”

[daldahye]

･ﾟ   in a world of our own   、

[dalhyukun-blog]

daldahye‌:

𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒎𝒃𝒆𝒓𝒔  what things were like before the fire.  

every morning, the sun was warm and she’d giggle with her handmaiden as the girl braided her hair and helped her dress.  every morning, she kissed the petals of roses as tea touched her lips, hot but not burning.  now, dahye lives in a world of fire.  everything feels like it burns.  

hyukun, though, is like water.  when he manages to make a visit, she feels cooled from the flames that always lick her skin - whether it be from her father’s constant venom, or the hell she puts herself through.  but hyukun cools, hyukun is relief - her cousin is like the tea that was hot, but not too hot.  he is a sign of relief because though he looks at her with pity, he doesn’t find her ugly.

whenever he visits, dahye makes sure that her room is neat.  she makes sure that the plaits in her hair are set perfect, because she doesn’t want her father to reprimand her for appearing before a man - even if he is just her cousin - with the look of someone disorderly.  he already has to keep her for the rest of his life, he already hears the rumours of her disfigurement everywhere he goes.  he doesn’t need more rumours about a messy girl, as well.  

she knows hyukun wouldn’t say anything, but still, for herself, she wants to look nice.  she keeps her hands hidden beneath the gloves that were specially made for her to hide her discoloured hands.  and when hyukun sits across from her with a smile, she manages to smile too - eyes warm, belying nothing of the flames.  

hyukun cools.

“ good day, cousin.  are you here to tell me poetry again?”

          ･ﾟ✧    @dalhyukun  、    𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒖𝒔 𝒂𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒆 

Hyukun has only been young when he’d heard of the tragedy that befell his cousin.

He knew of the hushed conversations between his father and his uncle about the Jung children, his ears pricking as they caught snippets of sentences through doors. He’d heard them lament about their bad luck, about how they must be cursed to have such misfortune fall upon their children, Hyukun suffering from frail health and a weak body, and Dahye tainted with a flaw to her beauty. He remembers words spoken that caused him pity and sadness, but also a realization of their harsh reality.

“At least, even with a frail body, he can be married off and be of some use. What use is a daughter who isn’t pretty and can’t be betrothed?”

He has always been fond of his cousin. As both are the sole children of Right State Councillor Jung and Section Head General Jung, and only born less than a year apart, they had grown up as if they were siblings. Despite her quiet nature now, Hyukun still senses the bright girl that once resided within her, and he wishes nothing more than the simple desire of happiness for her kind heart.

Folding his legs under him, he procures the book of poetry from his robes, his expression radiating an affectionate softness like a gentle wave. “I am, if my dear cousin will allow me such an honour.” He lifts his eyes to gaze at her, admiring the careful care she always takes in her presentation. Her room, he notes, is almost always near immaculate, not an ornament out of place.

“You look especially beautiful today. Are your silks a new acquirement? I do not remember such a colour.”

[dalhyukun-blog]

“ they don’t look very good together, do they?”

— event: wedding between a princess and a lord                  prompt status: not accepting

He glanced up at the sudden question, eyes turning towards the asker, before they turn towards the people in question. No names were mentioned, but he knew who ‘they’ referred to; after all, the gossip had been rife, and difficult to close one’s ears off to. The circumstances and results of the announced engagement were the talk of the town for the past couple weeks. He did not actively participate in the gossip; it did not feel quite right.

“That does depend upon one’s interpretation of the term ‘good’, my good Lady.” He turned back to face her again, features soft as they usually are, voice no louder than absolutely necessary between the two of them as they converse. “As a pair, on a glance, they are both visually appealing people; neither could be called ugly, and I have heard praise of the Princess’ beauty and the Lord’s handsomeness.  In that sense, I think they do look good together.”

[dalhyukun-blog]

“ don’t you believe there’s someone for everyone?”

— event: wedding between a princess and a lord                  prompt status: not accepting

The question posed to him holds potential for philosophical discussion, as well as a discussion that encompasses one’s stance on optimism and pessimism. With such heady depth behind it, it caused him to pause in thought, tongue darting out as possible answers are siphoned through. Perhaps she is only after a simple answer of ‘yes’ or ‘no’, but that is not Jung Hyukun; a sometimes stifling trait, he must give all curiosities a careful ponder.

“I, in fact, do, fair Lady Bae.” He smiled, dipping his head in a motion of respect and politeness toward the older woman. “It may seem a triflingly optimistic view for an academic, but there is no harm in a little romance in our hopes, is there?” Gesturing in her direction, he posed the question back to her.

“Do you believe the same, my Lady? Ah– I … do not mean to be impolite or pretentious with my querying. I do not ask for a reply that will be personal.”

[dalhyukun-blog]

“ one of these days, it’ll be your turn.”

— event: wedding between a princess and a lord                  prompt status: not accepting

“One of these days ...”

The sentiment coaxed out a soft smile, his ears colouring a soft pink blush as he looked down. Thoughts of a future of the one who had captured his heart over the past few years always caused the beating devil to skip a step, as if eager to finally be with the one it longed for. And longed for her, he did ... Every part of him yearned for her touch, and his mind pined for the intelligence that lurked behind eloquent words.

“It will be all of our turns one of these days, will it not, Young Lord Seo?” Hyukun replied, gaze rising to meet his with a friendy manner. “That is what is expected of us ...” He paused for a moment, before venturing forward in the conversation. 

“Does the Young Lord Seo have a young maiden who has caught his eye? I heard word of your prowess during the recent hunt. Did your feats not perhaps win the hearts of a few who may wish to have your hand?” 

[haedalkrp]

[dalhyukun-blog]

haedalkrp‌:

                         …      ━━━     A ROYAL WEDDING SENTENCE PROMPTS     ━━━      …

                                 ・    ・                                                             ・    ・ THESE ARE THE INBOX PROMPTS  for our first royal wedding event! remember your rp karma: try to send as many out as you receive. if necessary, make sure to change pronouns to fit the muse in mind.  these can be used as starters, or just as drabbles - it’s up to you! these will be available to reblog until the end of our event on january 15th.  have fun!

“ i wish i knew you earlier.” “ i heard the princess opposed .. the poor groom.” “ i would look a little happier if i were you.” “ i think i’ll need more wine to get through this.” “ love isn’t all too important, not to us.” “ just the two of us at sunset.” “ will she come to love him, do you think?” “ he deserved better than this.” “ i want to choose you.” “ it looks like you’ve had enough to drink.” “ i need to be somewhere else.” “ don’t you believe there’s someone for everyone?” “ that’s not the way a marriage works.” “ i was so enjoying the silence.” “ she doesn’t look ready for the marriage bed.” “ you look beautiful.” “ your smile looks a little forced.” “ they don’t look very good together, do they?” “ i feel like a child in clothes far too big for me.” “ well? how do i look?” “ one of these days, it’ll be your turn.” “ i wish he would ask for my hand already.” “ would you like to sit with me?” “ no .. i don’t need more time.” “ i have something i’d like to get off my chest.”

[dalhyukun-blog]

“ i can’t see in this light.”

— event: queen munjeong’s birthday celebration                  prompt status: not accepting

Overhearing the distressed tone in her voice, he glances around for a lantern, spotting one upon a table not too far off. It only takes a moment for him to retrieve it, then approach her, offering the source of additional light. Despite the numerous lit decorations, he does have to agree that the brightness is not adequate in certain areas such as that which the young female stands in. The celebration may be extravagant, but not entirely practical; a commonality of such events.

“Perhaps this may help,” he suggests softly, friendliness reflecting in doe-like eyes as he reaches her side. The lantern in his hand adds greater illumination to their immediate vicinity, lighting up both the path and objects around them. Had she been searching for something, or simply needed to see where she stepped?

“It is a little uneven going forth; please mind your step.”

[dalhyukun-blog]

dalyonghan‌:

       XX.   ━━        yonghan looks vaguely unimpressed.  

though hyukun is often plagued by his daydreaming and his reveries, but in this instance, it isn’t a lack of momentary unintelligence - it’s simply a game of pretend.  it’s one that yonghan doesn’t have the time for, especially with how often he’s met the gaze of the princess who clearly wants at least a moment of his attention.  “ you know exactly who is.”  on his lips sits a cutting smile, one that would bite hyukun unkindly but still glitters with a shining beauty in the night.

he allows a sigh, taking a sip of his own liquor and turning his head from hyukun as he does so.  how many times will hyukun avoid his questions when it comes to his pretty, perfect princess?  and how many times can he utter warnings about their surroundings only to turn his head and catch him staring at the same girl like a drooling mutt waiting for a piece of meat? “ you might as well go get what you want.  it’s not as if you don’t draw attention to yourself whilst staring.” his eyes drag over to the princess’, surrounded by her brothers which isn’t really a surprise.  he’s heard just how much she’s beloved by her family.

must be nice.

“ you must not know her at all.” he finally hums, downing his cup and not quite looking at him.  “ to think you’d really believe you’d cause her disappointment.  i’ve seen the way she looks at you when you bring her over, lord jung.  those are not the eyes of someone who holds any hint of embarrassment of who you are.”

He does know who it is -- the beautiful woman who sits across the way, shining bright to him in the night despite the countless other presences that drift around them, obscuring their sights of each other but never dimming her light. Can he really be blamed, then, for constantly glancing her way, enraptured by her gazes? But, he’s like a snail in the rain; the heavy droplets of other royalty makes him shrink back, and dare not approach. He is afraid, but is it rational or irrational? 

His mind doesn’t know anymore.

“My presence does not cause her disappointment; that I do know. However, it is not in her eyes solely that the embarrassment will stem from. Her brothers are healthy; the Supreme Commander is by her side, as well the Crown Prince.” His head lowers, a soft but pitying smile curling his lips; a rare crumbling of esteem. “Will I not be gazed with sympathy like a maimed dog? My frail pallor is of no secret. I do not wish to harm her nobiity today with gazes of judgment due to association.”

[lgcxnari]

*’surprising hit

[dalhyukun-blog]

haexsan‌:

with lord @dalhyukun for the hunting party event

the team had decided to split up for a bit to cover more ground. a lot of the members were skilled hunters but apparently it wasn’t the lord’s case. which was precisely why san insisted that he stayed by his side so they could roam the woods together. there was no other reasoning behind san’s decision. he wasn’t aware of hyukun’s motivation for participating in the first place. san assumed it was out of obligation. perhaps he thought it would be ill-perceived not to attend with the other noble men of the capital. as men, they had certain standards to uphold but san knew for a fact that not all of them were interested in this particular activity.

“would you allow me to be indiscreet?” san asked quietly as they rode side by side down the path. it was a rhetorical question. despite always trying his best to be polite, he was still a prince after all, used to bypass certain rules. hyukun could always lie, but nothing forbade san from asking a question to someone of lower status. “you don’t seem very at ease.” again, he stated it as a fact because it was painfully obvious. “do not get me wrong, i do not mind helping you out.” hyukun was younger, more frail looking than most too. it brought out san’s protective instincts. “i was just wondering why you decided to come today.”

The young Jung lord was out of his comfort zone (but then again, the entire world outside of the confines of his four walls is all outside of his comfort zone, defining a space that he has been deprived off due to circumstances not of his control). The discomfort was evident, as well, upon his features; his eyes gave him away, and his awkward posture. His barely adequate handling of his horse -- no matter how hard he tried to feign experience -- was embarrassing, but he did his best to feign confidence.

It didn’t necessarily work very well. Their team leader, the Supreme Commander and eldest son of His Majesty, noticed all too quickly and suggested that Hyukun stay by his side as the team dispersed to cover more ground. A small amount of relief, although he would not admit it, flowed through him.

San’s quiet question cut through the peace of the forest, making Hyukun jump a little, his hearing hypersensitive due to his concentration and nerves. The question was rhetorical at best, but the young lord mumbled an ‘of course’, waiting for clarification to follow. It did, and sent Hyukun into a moment of contemplation, before he voiced his own reasoning.

“It would be deceitful of me to announce that I am a hunter; I am not, and I am sure the Supreme Commander knew this the moment your gaze fell own me.” His gaze was down at his stead, hands gripping the reigns perhaps a little too tightly as his soft voice carried across the short distance between them. “But determination runs in my veins. Although my participation is a reckless choice, I have a purpose I must prove, of capability and masculinity, towards a mind that thinks otherwise.” It was true that he did not need to offer San such truths, but Hyukun was not one to lie unless necessary. The royal prince had a reputation for being honourable and just; San, however, may think otherwise if he came to know of the transgressions he was committing with one of his sisters. There was a respect that Hyukun held, for the Commander.

“My apologies for becoming a burden to you on this hunt, Your Highness, and for inconveniencing you with my inadequacy and frailty.”

[dalhyukun-blog]

—satisfy curiosities

( — @dalyonghan

The Heavens brought the young Jung lord into the world as a miracle, a life that should not have remained upon the earth past the first year. They had intended to take him back; his time was meant to be short. But, for whatever reason, one year turned into two, until twenty-three had passed. He was far from healthy -- his body was still ailed and frail -- and caution must be adopted, for the day in which he would return to his makers continued to loom, never ceasing their threats, never relinquishing their shadow.

His battle never ends; the victor had already been determined, and it was a matter of when his favour would fall.

However, what a body lacked physically did not restrain its mental thirst. His mind was constantly hungry; he had his curiosities. Some he was able to easily satisfy, particularly in the realm of knowledge or the arts. Others, it must be admitted, were less readily accessible to him. Despite his self-acceptance of his predicament, it still caused obstacles at times, obstacles which he had little control over. It caused time to slip by him, and opportunities to be delayed. 

It was no lie to say that Jung Hyukun still had much to experience, outside of his paper and brushes and scrolls, and beyond the typical confines of his room.

On this day, in a bid to entertain his craving for company outside of his servants and mother, Hyukun managed to convince his concerned guardians to allow him a visit to Yonghan’s estate. His body had been stronger the past couple of days, even though his mother’s fretting did not cease regardless, and he cited impending madness should he be kept locked inside for much longer.

He mused to himself that, perhaps, madness would not be so bad; he could possibly better match the brilliant mind of his closest friend, if that were to be so.

“It is a little embarrassing, albeit still touching, to see my earliest painting to you on display for any and all to see upon entering your estate, Yonghan,” Hyukun said, a ghost of a smile upon his soft features as a servant let him in to Yonghan’s room, then left them in peace for their conversing. “I have gifted you many others, of more refined taste and skill, over the years, and yet that one is the most prominently displayed. Is it so I may be reminded to remain humble each time I visit, my friend? 

If so, it is working.” Jest was evident in his quiet yet deep voice, and his large brown eyes reflected a warm affection towards the other male.

[dalhyukun-blog]

—letters to a visage

( — @sevlhae 

                       typical, steady beats of a heart              were nearly stilled upon bell tolls and the thunder of feet, their destination                                                                                  uncertain, but determined                                         cold breaths remained chilled, lungs held and fearful of release, for                                                                                         dreaded news may reach one’s ears.

                                  but it was not so; a heart beat once again, a breath                                               released                                    Heavens have been kind, and blessed well wishes                                                              it returned                                              the sun to the sky, upon which                                                          the earth and its people could continue to gaze.

      say, the wind does whisper, in                 the barest of sighs           a sigh of relief, and gratitude.

                                                                      prayers are chanted; they have been answered.                                                                            only blessings are wished for the princess.                                                                                                        i am glad you are well.

[dalhyukun-blog]

두 손뼉이 맞아야 소리가 난다.

‘The palms of two hands have to meet to make a (clapping) sound’.

[dalhyukun-blog]

i have (finally) successfully replied to all likes for plotting and prompt asks and IMs, and hopefully haven’t left anyone out! if i have, feel free to remind me!

next up i’ll be replying to prompts and threads, and also following and welcoming the new lot of muses~

[dalhyukun-blog]

i am so sorry for being so absent in this first week of opening and not getting around to event prompts for everyone and to everyone that liked my intro post for plotting!! i promise i have not forgotten you guys!!! i have just been exhausted from work and irl (the perks of being in retail as christmas draws closer, rip ...). hopefully, i will have time to do that this weekend as i’ve been really wanting to sit down and write for this rp. thank you guys for being patient with me and i’ll get to everything as soon as i can ;AA; 

in regards to prompts: to help me narrow down things to a list, if anyone would still like birthday event prompts sent to them, please like this and i’ll get onto it!

[dalhyukun-blog]

" she's waiting for you."

— event: queen munjeong’s birthday celebration                                                                                                        prompt status: accepting!

His gaze flutters as he mentally shakes himself out of his reverie, a voice breaking the serene but ever-longing state of mind. Soft doe-like eyes draw themselves over to the man seated next to him, the source of the voice; they focus and the young Ahn lord sharpens into view.

“She’s waiting for you.”

“Who is?” he replies, almost daftly. He can tend to have his moments, when his intelligence dwindles and unintelligent utterances spill forth from plump lips. He speaks these words, but both men know all-too-well which ‘she’ Yonghan is referring to. Jung Hyukun’s eyes have only been drawn to her three or four times in this night already.

As if to correct his previous words, he clears his throat slightly, lifting his cup of water to his lips to take a sip. He is abstaining from any alcohol consumption tonight; his body has not been kind to him the past couple of days and it is reflected in his slightly more sallow complexion than usual. Despite being well enough to venture outside of his estate again, his eyes showcase a tiredness in their depths. “Will it not be conspicuous for me to approach her here? Many of her brothers, not to mention His Highness the King and Her Highness the Queen, are present and nearby.

I ... will simply be a disappointing sight in their midsts, in my current state. It would not be kind of me to procure embarrassment for her, with so many hawk gazes as witness.”

@dalyonghan