bae wooseong, xx.
As long as on the earth endures his life, To deal with him have full and free permission; Man's hour on earth is weakness, error, strife.
at first, wooseong doesn’t even realize san is talking to him. it’s the middle of dinner, every invitee eating and drinking together at the feast set up for the queen. he’s sat between his father and the supreme commander of the military - a silent but unsubtle command on his father’s part for wooseong to get friendly with his ‘future boss’.
he pastes an aggressively cheery smile on his face before turning to san. it’s not necessarily… the kind of etiquette he should probably have, dislike for his current situation or otherwise, because san is a good man and also a prince, and the supreme commander of the military, but who ever said wooseong made good decisions?
“that tends to be the case, at these sorts of events,” he replies, voice just as sugar-sweet and sharp around the edges as the smile he delivers it with. he grabs a piece of meat from the platter in front of him with more force than he needs to, chews it, and swallows before speaking again. “unfortunately.”
his gaze fixes itself more certainly on san. “i suppose that must be the one perk of being a military man,” and as he says this his eyes take in san’s entirety - the status and strength wooseong sees in his physical presence alone. “no one expects you be to be terribly cheery... ever, i guess.”
wooseong’s eyes flick to the older man. they haven’t interacted much, but he’s heard the stories - if anyone’s heard the stories about yonghan, he has. in complete honesty with himself, wooseong almost feels like a child around yonghan. he’s face to face with someone who may or may not be a lot like him - only older, wiser, and maybe even more charming.
“i could say the same to you,” he says, finally, voice giving away none of his nervousness. if anything, wooseong sounds almost cocky. that won’t do either. “but then, it takes a specific type of person to enjoy these kinds of events, from my experience. for most people… they’re always a bit of a drag.”
“not to speak badly of her majesty, of course,” he finishes with a thoughtful tilt of his head, eyes flickering around to see if anyone else has just heard what he’s said. the last thing wooseong wants is for someone to think he dislikes the very woman they’re all gathered to celebrate - he’s just trying to make conversation with the one thing every person loves to do: complain. “no, if anything, this is one of the better, er, celebrations i’ve been to - i haven’t been to as many as yourself, though.”
he looks at yonghan again. there’s something a little dangerous in his eyes, his smile shines in the evening light. “care to tell me about any in particular that stick out in your memory? i’m afraid i’ve heard your recall is… impressive, and i can’t say the same for myself in the slightest.”
a small smirk pulls at the corners of wooseong’s mouth. “well… he did,” he replies, too casually, “so you’re not wrong.” he’s leaned back comfortably, full from the banquet feast. his eyes drift over the couple in question, the way they move around each other visibly stilted.
“but she said no.” this makes him giggle, the failed romance of these two particular nobles infinitely hilarious to him. “maybe she realized that a man like him - so sweet, so kind - would never make it far in the court, or anywhere at all. it takes some… grit, you know?” he turns to look at his companion, laughter in his eyes. “ah, that’s the official version of what happened, anyway.”
he faces eunkyo more fully. “now, i could tell you what actually happened, if you’d like to hear,” wooseong offers. to an outsider, the entire situation - and wooseong’s place in it - would seem entirely innocent. “it involves, well, more.” he then makes a vague, floppy gesture in the direction of the parents of the girl they’ve been gossiping about.
“anyway!” he makes to stand, very slowly, clearly giving her the option to take him up on his offer. “i’ll just be getting myself a drink, but if you’d like to know about the two of them - i’ll be around.” with a charming smile, wooseong stretches to his full height at last.
hi everyone! im moon and i’m super excited to bring to you bae wooseong, the youngest/only son of vice supreme commander bae! i’ve got bio, profile, and plot pages up... more about wooseong will be under the cut! in one sentence, though, he’s a burgeoning rebel who loves rumours and court gossip and has absolutely no interest in joining the military like he’s supposed to. as usual, like this and i will hop into ur messages and we can get plotting!!
youngest child & only son of the vice supreme commander of the military, heir to the more active-duty side of the bae family, 20 years old
currently a student at seowon but a year behind what he’s supposed to be for reasons i’ll get to in a moment
raised with a lot of privileges since he was Finally the son his father had been waiting for, but basically had his life set out for him: do well, join the military, eventually take up a position similar to his father’s
except... he’s complete shit at fighting and not at all interested in it
his only talent is how absolutely personable he is really - super charming, sociable, is friends with everybody and knows all the gossip
not that he’s necessarily a good person though... being spoiled as a kid means he’s super used to getting his way + he thrives on chaos and dramatics
snuck around a lot as a kid, and eventually his dad found out about all of it
he’s forced to the eastern front for a year in order to “toughen him up” and teach him to follow orders. this is disguised as a “terrible illness” to explain his disappearance from society/school so the family can save face both about what their dad is doing to his 15/16 year old son and wooseong’s rebellious nature
this kind of... breaks him. he doesn’t come back the same and he sees a lot of things he really shouldn’t have at the battlefield. he’s way quieter, way more obedient
in actuality, he’s thinking and planning - now he’s not just upset with his set path in life, but also his family’s eagerness to force him down that path and the fact that everyone else around him seems to be... Okay with it
slowly he becomes more like the person he used to be, but he’s even more vicious now
will do almost anything for status/power/money - but mostly he trades in secrets and rumours to put his best asset to use
eventually i’d like to plot him into a muse that’s... not a very good person at all, and helps with a lot of backstabbing and blackmailing via the information he trades to other people
ok this was long as hell but again i’m super excited to be here and down for any kinds of plots you’re interested in!!
… ━━━ QUEEN MUNJEONG’S BIRTHDAY SENTENCE PROMPTS ━━━ …
remember your rp karma: send as many as you receive! 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 december 7th. have fun!
“ this night turned out to be a disappointment.”
“ he / she’s waiting for you.”
“ you wouldn’t dare.”
“ did you hear what they’re saying about you?”
“ this calls for a drink.”
“ i don’t recognize anyone here.”
“ i didn’t expect to see you here.”
“ aren’t these decorations a little much?”
“ was it something i said?”
“ i can’t see in this light.”
“ you look positively lost.”
“ i’ll find it empty and cold if you’re not there.”
“ i had no idea it was going to lead to this.”
“ were you following me?”
“ a little out of place, are we?”
“ your hands are freezing!”
“ why am i here? you know i hate these things.”
“ look at you - trying so hard to be all grown up.”
“ your smile looks a little forced.”
“ they’re continuing to evade you, aren’t they?”
“ i almost thought he’d ask for her hand in marriage.”
“ that’s one of the worst things i’ve ever seen.”
“ avert your eyes.”
“ a flower is only as good as its petals.”
“ how dare you bring any sort of ugliness or speculation to a beautiful moment?”
“ this night will be unforgettable.”
“ and what would you do with my name?”
“ it’s a small target, but aim for his / her heart.”
“ you see how dangerous this is?”
“ i’ve waited my whole life for this moment.”
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