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Oh, how he wanted to tell her sweet words, to shower her with praise of her kindness and how she was akin to the sun of the young scholar. During his youth - Bong Ki must of spent hours pouring his thoughts onto paper about the woman before him, scrolls wasted as he tried to gather his feelings for her. Every phrase she spoke to him - made the scholar flustered, and dumbfounded.

Bong Ki’s eyes widening at her denial, alas, the opportunity to see the woman who was in his eyes, more breathtaking than of any of the four beauties of China had slipped away. Eunyoung’s presence was worth to him more than his studies, to think the son of such a high class ranking yangban was made into a fool by not even a touch from a pretty woman. But in his eyes, Eunyoung was more than just a gisaeng, she deserved the respect and adoration of any lady from the yangban class. Though Bong Ki’s opinion was filled with bias for the woman before him.

“Oh I insist plea-”

The young student was halted in his plea when the other spoke - her voice caught onto him like a trap, a spell over him once more. “ Ah, I’d enjoy very much to accompany you.” A bashfulness smile played on his lips, his youth shining through as he almost stumbled to catch up with the gisaeng the beads of his hat swaying as he laughed. “ My mother’s a very patient woman, it’s the most I could do. “ Bong Ki hummed softly, his hands placed behind his back as they walked down the marketplace. “ My engagement plans..have been halted for the time being..I have no betrothed at this time.” The scholar admitted, his eyes finding Eunyoung’s before he turned his attention to the stands beside them. “ There’s so many hair pins here, it’d be hard to pick one for my mother.”

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As he began to act more comfortably, the rest of the world began to fade for Eunyoung. Her mind began to wonder to the images dancing at the back of her head, ones that she had long tried to keep in the shadows far from reach. It flooded her consciouness as he continued to speak. She imagined little boys running around the garden with features that resemble the shy scholar's and little girls sitting around the table with eyes that could be mistaken to be stolen from her. It was wonderful... while it lasted.

She was quick to nurse back her smile, nodding her head as she kept up with his words. "I am certain that they will find a lady for you soon enough, one of great character." She was astounded by how well she concealed the bitterness that lingered within. "...the right one for you."

Once again, she is reminded that only Nang Bongki had that privilege, being with the right one. Only this young man will have the chance to bring the dreamlike images to life. And the little girls with her dark brown eyes, should they be born, will never have the luxury to sit around the table like noble ladies. They will inherit the same bitterness, regrets and limitations that come with being born a female of their ranking.

"Don't worry yourself, young master. That is what I'm here for..." She reassured him with a smile, while thousands of questions grumbled beneath it. Eunyoung came to a stop, shifting her gaze to the long array of pins before her. "I can see you are still the same ever, Bongki..." The words slipped way too quickly for her to restrain them. It was too comfortable for her liking. The comfort brought with it feelings that she had pacified a while back, forbidden feelings that she knew will never be reciprocated.

"P-perhaps, this one?" She reached out for a silver one, fingers carefully tracing the outline of the branches were small flowers and pearls were nested in.

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- will reply to all the messages and work on pending replies today. got so busy w/ work ; A ;

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two eyes can never be enough. there is too much to be seen, too much to be heard, and too much to be known. it’s why such actions are necessary. allies needed in all parts of the lands. if not claimed for himself, then they will perhaps one day be turned against him. it’s a messy game in the struggle for power but woon finds himself a center piece, forfeiting not an option he can afford.

he’s dressed down, albeit in clothes still finer than what most of his people can afford. it is a blessing in times like these that the towns do not know his face. his existence is only known by name and tonight, he is just another of yangban.

they arrive at appointed time, guard trailing behind as his shadow. moonlight illuminates the night and there’s something almost mystical about a young beauty draped by the stars. perhaps if he were a painter, he’d feel the urge to immortalize the moment but that is not his profession nor his focus.

“they said that the sun and the moon were once lovers.”

he comments aloud, signaling her to his arrival. soft smile is etched across his expression as he looks out to the lake.

“but i think the moon and the water look quite beautiful together as well.”

there is no rush to end this transaction. he can spare these few minutes in time to enjoy the life that nature has given them.

“i hope you’ve been well.”

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Her eyes flutter open, mouth parting as she stood frozen, slightly startled from the intrusion. It took only a second for her to pacify her fast-beating heart. A smile drew itself on her lips as she bowed, a hand pressed lightly over her chest. Eunyoung then turned her gaze back on the placid water, reflecting the sky that was covered with stars.

From the corner of her eyes, she sees the young man approaching steadily.

His presence still intrigues her to this very day, there was an air of mystery that blankets him, one that he basked in. Unlike most of her clients who took great pride in introducing themselves, he interacted with admirable humility and paid little attention to status. There were days she thougth him a dream, but here he stands, speaking tales of love.

"Oh, what luck the water must have to spend every night with the moon, while the sun relentlessly chases!" She said in response, bearing an amused smile on her lips before it mellows down into a peaceful expression. "I have been well, I believe I owe it to your gracious gifts, young master. How can I repay such kindness?"

#dnwoon #p; sitns #eun; p

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There was a very light, very small sense in the back of his mind that reminded him not to seem too aggressive when it came to his title, though he always found it hard to act normal after people referred to him as “your grace” like what even did that mean. Honestly no wonder most of the royal family had egos through the roof. While Seong Su enjoyed the fact that he was a prince… being called anything other than “Prince” was weird. Your Highness for example, he’d gotten used to, because the phrase came from the title and rank system if you interpreted it one way, but if you looked at it a little differently, it could also mean he was god-like which was the main reason your grace set him on edge…

But it was alright, after all it wasn’t like he was going to let her keep saying it, as long as he told her- “Ah… just Prince Seong Su is fine.” he offered her a smile at his comment, making sure that his expression read that he did not care much for titles, but with a dash of sheepishness to indicate what your grace specifically was one that he was embarrassed by. Both of which, weren’t true, but Seound Su had learned that because of his age it tended to be better to simply make himself look slightly weak and one with the people, as being stern about would often make him seem spoiled. Which Seong Su honestly didn’t understand, for if any commoner were to be stern about something they would be seen as an exemplary young man, not a spoiled brat… but there go royal double standards for you.

Back to the girl though… she didn’t seem to trust him much. At least going by her body language, Seong Su couldn’t quite blame her considering she’d just spent some time with royal officials, and honestly who would trust anyone after spending 10 minutes in a room with them. But at least he’d gotten question A answered, she had come to the palace before, now how many times and with who would be the questions he’d need to ask of her, but no rush no rush. It’s not like she could leave until he dismissed her anyway.

“I’m glad you enjoy yourself when you visit. It’s such a pleasure for us to host such lovely girls, and you all play so nicely,” he paused, pretending to have forgotten where he was going with his words, “Why, look at me, I’m being rude. Why don’t you come sit down? That way we can talk with ease.” he motioned towards a small setting that was placed near where he was standing, his soft words having enough of a depth for someone in her… occupation… to understand. She wasn’t going to be leaving any time soon as they both knew it. But more importantly… this mouse was proving to be much more fun than Seong Su had originally calculated. Maybe his prediction was right, knowing who she was would certainly prove valuable in the future.

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While their exchange of pleasantries proved to be uncomfortable, Eunyoung had dealt with much worse. She had put on a smile, albeit rehearsed, that had convinced many that she was delighted. Under certain circumstances, there are conversations that are more agreeable than the one she is engaged in. She steered cleared of politics, particularly those that deal with the royals. However, being gisaeng gave her access to information those in the ministry could only dream of. And she did not do so much as to lift a finger to be aware of such... information. It was easy to tell that there was a great number of things running inside the young man's head, but to put a finger even on one was as dangerous as holding a piece of meat out to a tiger. Yet another reason to loathe entering palace grounds, she thought to herself.

The offer gave Eunyoung something more definite to work with than her own thoughts. His words struck her impulse to make an escape, to excuse herself to attend to more urgent matters. But there was nothing more urgent than royalty - if their loyalists can, they'd put a stop to their deaths to serve one last time. Unfortunate for this young prince, Eunyoung was as loyal to the crown as she is to clients who pay her a visit, that her responses lack the urgency they are used to. "It will be my pleasure to join you, your high-- Prince Seongsu," With a yet another staged smile, she let her eyes fall on the humble set-up as she wondered what mess she had gotten herself into once more.

It certainly was strange, leisurely spending time with the prince. The tension hung above them like a dead man, and there was little strenght left that Eunyoung could muster up to seize it by the neck and speak her mind. It was not that she feared execution. There is no worse punishment than the life she had lived, but should her existence cease, she would very much prefer it that it was her own doing. She had been resolute about taking advantage of the little choices she can make for herself- like what to give when her clients look to her for discrete matters.

She had to be ten, hundreds of times cautious should she decide to play the game the young prince corners her in. This was no affair that could be washed down by liquor. From the way he was making an effort, he wanted answers. He feels entitled to have them by doing this much for her. But of course, if he himself could veil his intentions with his gentle words, she too can draw on her strengths to retaliate, "You must have had more pressing matters to address today, I am deeply humbled. If I may ask, do you wish for me to play a song for you?" Never, ever strike a covered cage, but how was she to know if the creature underneath can really hurt her?

#seongsudn #p; nitc #eun; p

dnseolhwa

blue moon

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Han Seolhwa thought that her mother was absolutely crazy.

She knew that her music skills were nowhere near the level that her mother would like it to be, and that a lady must be talented as well as courteous but mostly also beautiful. Surely, her drawing skills should be enough, but of course, nothing is enough for Jung Eunhee– not when it comes to her daughter. Therefore the Lady made the wise choice of hiring a gisaeng to impart some of her knowledge in the subject.

A gisaeng.

Seolhwa had to balk a little in response to that outrageous statement, her eyes widening considerably before going back to her perfect mask of soft indifference. There was no use in arguing, what her mother says goes. The gisaeng is apparently well known for her talent, a perfectly spotless reputation, and came highly recommended from other noble houses as a musician. It was highly logical, sure, but Seolhwa could not shake the fact that the girl – despite her talents – is still a lowly gisaeng.

Now sitting in the Han family inner sitting room (her mother’s doing, she doesn’t want anyone walking in to see her daughter conversing with a gisaeng), Seolhwa let her fingers glide softly up and down the strings of her gayageum. The thing itself was barely touched, as the girl only practice as much as she was required, and never more. The young girl had acknowledged that loving music doesn’t necessarily mean that she had to show a certain aptitude in playing an instrument, apparently, her mother thought differently.

As her mind blankly wondered from this to that, a ringing announcement came from just outside her door, her maid announcing the arrival of the said girl. Seolhwa’s face hardened to a cold mask of distaste and she had to calm her still raging mind.

How improper! No respectable lady would even acknowledge the existence of gisaengs, much less welcome one to the living room in broad daylight!

“Come in.”

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There was little in her life that Eunyoung had control over; becoming a gisaeng, moving to a different house, and many others that she rather not let plague her. But there was but one thing that draws silver lining across the lifeless, gray horizon, music. With each passing day, she had learned to reserve a small ounce of fondness for this one aspect of being a gisaeng. No matter how demanding her days and nights become, she made sure to make time to play. Even for the briefest moment, she felt proud of having created a melody pleasing not only to her ears but others.

The gisaengs, Eunyoung included, were more aware of the distinction between themselves and the rest of society. The women knew how, beneath the pleasure-seeking habits of the upper class, enjoying their company and succumbing to the seemingly flawless world of the gisaeng, there are distasteful remarks made once the scale has been tipped to their disadvantage.

The gisaeng lived in a bubble, one that contained the mysteries of the world, beautiful, intriguing and dangerous. It has been contained inside a thin case of powder, colorful fabric and rehearsed smiles. The rest of the world could make a mockery of such pretense, but when it came to their poetry, their dance, and their music... their craft, gisaeng who stay true to the art will never take any form insult sitting down. And Eunyoung was one of them.

"Come in."

In all honesty, she thought the idea absurd. But what she thinks and how she acts on them are two quite different things. And so she had found herself being escorted to the family's estate, preparing herself to be lathered with disgusted looks and snide remarks. It saddens -- No, irritates her, that some would only like to learn so they could hang the accomplishment on their wrist like an accessory.

When the doors were pulled open, Eunyoung bowed, keeping her next straight. Straightened up, her eyes fell on the young lady, sitting before the instrument, fingers as pristine as her face. She felt a sense of victory, superiority in fact. She practiced until her fingers bled and until she could no longer moved them. She did so not because she was required to, but because she wanted to make beautiful music with her less than lovely hands.

"Do continue, I would like to hear what you are capable of before I begin." She spoke softly, walking further into the room before sitting herself down in front of the young lady. There were only two gayageums in between them, but Eunyoung could feel an ocean in its place. She can't teach a mind that refuses to see its faults.

#dnseolhwa #p; bm #eun; p #{ this took a while ; A ;#sorry! }

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He wanted to show his sincerity. Bong Ki for some reason felt as if time was running out - as if his own words were throwing him into some sort of odd trap - there making him want to return to the days where their relationship was much more simpler. But alas - he couldn’t turn back time, he should have realized that sooner - he should of apologized already. His own pride and fearful habits made it so he couldn’t see that at first.

Bong Ki realized that he shouldn’t of cut off contact with the gisaeng, he was so lost in his own pity that he didn’t realize she was a person too, someone with feelings and doubts, not something that was made for him to use. He felt bitter - that he had ruined something like that, angry and unsure what to do to make it better. There was no readings he could look upon to fix it, no teacher to go to for this. No, he shouldn’t let his nativity take over him, he should know better by now.

Her words, they felt polite but a bit of a coldness to them, which made Bong Ki clench his jaw, feeling flustered and unsure, he was selfish, the scholar wanting to speak more to Eunyoung. Wanting to be in her life again, to be able to speak to her about his worries, and to hear about her day again. “ I’ll buy the accessory for you.” Those words tumbled out, it was like he was thirteen again, his words quick, coming out like there were vomit, Bong Ki’s face reddening as he said it. “ I - I mean I can if you would allow me too, I’m out for the day because it’s my mother’s birthday soon, and I’m horrible with these things, an- i mean if you would have me.”

Alas, Nang Bong Ki has only matured physically - since he last saw Eunyoung, underneth the strong features - he was still a fool in front of the Gisaeng.

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There it was again, that same adorable expression on his face. She had no time for another thought. Hearing his breathless words, cascading like a waterfall, she could not help but entertain a smile. Eunyoung had to look down to hide her amusement, a hand brought up to cover her lips as she straightened her expression. She had realized what she had just done, her heart still refuses to treat the young man like a stranger. Her reactions were still the same as ever, like a foolish child, and for that she hated herself. She had to regain composure, she had to be stern, "I'm afraid I cannot take the accessory, young master." And yet here she was, still drunk in the idea of young love!

Her thoughts mocked her relentlessly, You fool, you are going to hurt yourself again! Some may find it odd that a simple gesture could spark a change, but she had learn that life is peculiar like that. Back then, Eunyoung had been asked frequently why she always made time for the young man when she could have entertained guests of age. She would smile and pour their drinks until they shifted their attention elsewhere. The young gisaeng would never tell anyone how Bongki's admiration, to her was an act of kindness. An act this world has so, consistently, deprived her. That what others would have called childish, gave her hope.

For that, she had always been grateful. Oh, what would her mother say if she knew how ungrateful her little butterfly had become! "But... I will take your kind thoughts and your company." She mustered a small smile, albeit rather hesitant, for now it would do. She began to take one careful step after another, letting her eyes be mesmerized by the colors dancing on market spreads. Eunyoung did not like treading unchartered waters, "Your mother must care for you well, you are out to find her a present early." But for Nang Bongki, she hated to admit but, she was willing to try. She turned to him once more and spoke, "They say to know how well a man will treat a woman, they should know how well he treats his mother. Your bethrothed is fortunate."

#dnbongki #p; encore #eun; p

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Days spilled one right after another, with each one passing like a blur. All she can remember was the vicious blend of worry, anger and guilt. She had half her attention on her clients and the other half on the young woman. Should something happen to Yi Jiseong, she would hold herself liable. Had she showed up as planned, Eunyoung would not have had to deal with such troublesome feelings. Distractions are a gisaeng's worst enemy, and for the last few days, it was what she had been dealing with. The thought of Jiseon lying helpless, dying, somewhere comes mind and she finds her fumbling. While her regular visitors finds it an adorable mistake, it takes twice as much willpower to shove the idea to the back of her head.

From a distance, she caught sight of a familiar face. She'd recognize it anywhere, the soft features and thin frame, calm yet strong at the same time. Eunyoung stood there, basking in the presence of the young woman. Her fingers balled into a fist, pulling the fabric of her clothing into a distraught pile. She had thought what words would suffice to deliver the rage the other's absence had brought, curses and insults she had rehearsed in her mind to utter. But, instead of spite, her words came out gently, like that of a mother's worry veiled by relief, "Do you take pleasure in making people worry?"

Today will be the last time, she reminded herself. Had Yi Jiseong not showed up today, Eunyoung will have taken necessary actions - even if it meant breaking certain promises. She had respected her friend's principles all this time, but that will come with exceptions. As a sting of pain traveled from the tip of her fingers, swarming onto her palm, Yi Jiseong still in sight, she was certain this was no dream. She felt herself step into the eye of the storm, for a short while she will be in clarity. Later, the chaos will rummage through her calm countenance, much later. "What were you thinking, Yi Jiseong?"

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( * a rose by any other name ) bbh && hby

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moonlight dusts the streets and buildings of hanyang like the coating of the finest powder, settling lovers, drunkards, children, scholars alike to rest . the city winds itself down for the day like the tired springs of an old clockpiece, its meticulous hands folding in a grand gesture of repose for the dawn of the coming day. to this, all the night creatures are witness; those who make their trade by the elongated shadows after the sun’s retreat. they number in the thousands and run anywhere along the scale of morality. it’s ultimately unsafe for anyone without their wits about them to be braving the world beyond their doors in such an uncertain setting, but the pull of potential proves too tempting a devil to be resisted. after all, a writer – no, any human soul – seeks, even if unknowingly, the mysteries of the fantastical. and what could be more fantastic than a C I T Y by night?

even so, when baekhyun finds a woman standing solitary by the city gates, her presence almost ethereal in its singular loneliness, he can’t help but wonder what would bring her from sanctuary at such an hour. if a hundred ills might befall any male traveler walking these paths by moonlight, a thousand more would find its way to woman.

yet there’s something about her that i n t r i g u e s him; call it a writer’s instinct, if you will. or perhaps just curiosity.

❝ excuse me ——– ❞ perhaps she is only a s p i r i t, after all. hesitation slows his tone.

❝ i hope i’m not intruding; it’s not safe for a respectable woman like you to be out here alone at this hour. ❞

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"Don't look back, child."

Her feet were little, but their small steps were certain. The cold was strong, but their hopes were stronger. The contradictions played like a contagious melody dancing on their chests, every note pounding. No longer will they live like caged birds, waiting for scraps. Breathless, they reached the gates, hands holding each other for dear life. Just a couple of more steps and they will be free from the mocking shadows of these towering graves, soulless cornered husks of other men's distraught. They shall take fate by the throat and choke him to his death. They will not be bound to these tainted grounds any longer. Their skin, although marked like a mindless creature awaiting slaughter, belongs to them and them alone. Such were the bold words of her mother, words she had mulled over as they passed the darkened structures.

"You there, stop!"

Frozen, like years back, her senses were assaulted by the intruder. Her vision cleared up not too long after, but a hundred horrific images slithered into her consciousness. This is a dream, Boyoung... You have to wake up now. Her life had become a riddle since that night, one that she had gave up on a long time ago. Succumbing to her fears made Boyoung cringe at her reflection, and what are gisaeng if not slaves of mirrors. She had lived her life like this, a worn out soul inside a porcelain doll. The emptiness had melted her joy, her dreams and her conviction; it seared her soul and Eunyoung was born. Eunyoung was there to shield the world away, she basked in the cruelty and corruption of man while Boyoung grieved, and grieved some more until it was all she had faded.

Her absence tonight was proven unfortunate, as Boyoung's eyes meet that of another. He speaks with concern, but there was an outline of curiosity. How would Eunyoung respond to such inquiries? Would she have ignored his words and walk away? Eunyoung owed no one anything, not an answer, not a favor, after all. She would have not felt obliged to respond. But this young woman standing before this stranger was not Eunyoung. Ask anyone where she was and they would swore on their life that they saw the gisaeng just moments ago. A gisaeng of her caliber will not have risked her safety over a mindless midnight stroll. But Ha Boyoung, daughter of one rebellious mind, would have every reason to seek for the solace in the, conveniently, empty streets of the town... to escape.

Boyoung made an attempt to salvage the situation, trying to rearrange her expression, albeit already being betrayed by her heart, "I was... left in awe by how beautiful the moon looked tonight, I didn't realize I have walked this far. And you, kind sir, what brings you out here at this hour?"

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Her voice - her voice still struck a chord with him. It was still as if he was fourteen years old again at the gyobang, dumbfounded by the younger’s beauty and well - overall graceful appearance. By just her voice alone, he could feel himself straighten with anxiousness and an unexplainable emotion go through him.

Where would they be - if Bong Ki continued to vist her at the gyobang - if he continued to come back just to see Eunyoung, no he couldn’t think like that. He was just another client to her - a fool who was obviously smitten by her alarming charm, while she was indeed beautiful - that couldn’t be disputed - something else beside the gisaeng’s physical beauty drew him in. The scholar was unsure on what exactly that trait was but he was only aware of the fact he was a firefly to a light when he was with Eunyoung.

Today was no different. Bong Ki was already struck with a sense of longing and nostalgia for the younger girl. It was foolish of him to believe that - this wasn’t some legend or tale, he was a yangban, and if he continued to visit her, what would they become ? Him, her sponsor ? It was an odd idea - and Bong Ki diminished it as soon as it came.

The student was pulled suddenly from his own thoughts. She was speaking to him, he had to respond. “ Ah - uh yes, I’ve been busy with my studies, but um.” He had lost his train of thought again. “ Are you out shopping ?”

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She could only stand and watch as the young man get lost in his own thoughts. That was the thing about Bongki, she supposed that it was common for scholars like himself, to thrive in their thoughts and get lost frequently in them. Eunyoung wondered what was going on inside that head of his. Perhaps, it's more interesting than her company that he rather attend to his thought than a shallow gisaeng like herself. Even before, he had not been generous with words. She, almost, always ends up talking the night away until it was time for him to leave. Perhaps, she spoke too much for his liking?

Studies. How many times has she heard it? Too many to count. It affected her so the first couple of times, but she had learned to deal with fragility of these affairs. Never, ever expect. But Nang Bongki had always been sincere. She reminded herself that there was apology weaved in his words somewhere, that it was really beyond his control. He would have never intentionally stopped coming, it was the reality she lived in for years. But she had seen and met so many, they were all the same, these men. There was a pang of guilt when the doubt began to take over, but this had happened often. Any other gisaeng would have taken this with a coy smile. Unfortunately for Nang Bongki, she was unlike any other gisaeng. She was not the same gentle Eunyoung that lies awake at night worried of others' thoughts. Like him, she had grown up.

"Ah, yes, I am. I wanted to find the perfect accessory for a performance we are doing for the minister." There has to be no trace of longing, no trace that his absence affected her. He disappeared without a word. Years ago, she made a mistake to expect better from him, a simple goodbye would have sufficed. She was not going to make that mistake again. Cruel as it may come, she has to make him feel that her life had went on even without his presence. Just as his did without her. "I would invite you, but you must be busy with your studies."

#dnbongki #p; encore #eun; p

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* sunny skies ,

dull yellow still glows from where it rests in folds above flooring—entirely too clean to be the work of soft hands. eight men seated around a table, glimmering with their statuses, engaged in familiar talk after a good meal. it’s a small celebration and plentiful laughter, a few seconds to allow the drifting of minds. something to commemorate passed years; of course it can’t be complete without the entrance of them,

the playing of music, some disappearing behind doors, and by the end of the extravagant expense he finds only three of them left at the table, and two more for picking.

“are you having a good time?” he asks (and it would have been unusual if anyone else heard him, but they’ve had conversations like this before), mocking the tradition tha he should not, crossing the table to sit beside and claim her; the only familiar face among the ladies invited, the only one he can save from the breath of two other friends who leave the table with the other girl in tow.

underused stoic philosopher mindset in place, he knows it’s treason if they were ever subjected to it.

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After much convincing, the lovely ladies of the house have succeeded to lure her into joining them for the night's event. In pairs and small groups, the women dressed in vibrant colors graced the crowded streets. Eyes fixed on them like a constellation of stars that came down to earth to light its dull existence. One of these stars stood out, even with her veil falling to cover half her face, her features peaked ever so often to tease those that caught a glimpse.

Eunyoung had this effect on people, and she uses it however she feels would be advantageous to her. If any of the other girls had a mouth on them like she did, they would lose their work in the gyobang. But in Eunyoung, even her troublesome speeches are still as charming as ever.

Lucky enough, she finds those that share the same sentiment. Ironically, the conversations are not as long. There was no need to drag it on. There was no need to dance around the subject, she could drive a sword right into the heart of the matter. Eunyoung liked those kind of people, like Jung Ilwoo. The men were too elated and too generous with touches - she had to swat a hand away from under the table not too long ago.

Thankfully, he initiated a conversation making others retreat. After all, he has her full attention now.

"The best I have had in years," She responded, a smile gracing her lips as she sat a little more comfortably than earlier. "You, yourself, look delighted. You must be thinking of attending the next one." Only Eunyoung could make sarcasm sound melodious, a talent, they say.

As soon as they were left alone, she heaved a sigh, stretched out to reach for the porcelain. She turned to him, ready to pour another drink, "If you hate it so much, you should decline the invitation." She looked him in the eye, a brow slightly raised, a small smile at the corner of her lips, "You are smart enough to find a way out. I am not going to be in every celebration to save you, sir."

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lost palace records: note in the crowd ( w/ eunyoung )

There was something very wrong with the sound of how people were moving and pretending to be interested in various aspects of the life in the palace was actually quite amusing, Seong Su himself was always one to make sure to take an interest in what people were interested in what things, for him, that was much more important than doing something trivial like caring about how well the music sounded or I don’t know finding the girls pretty ( though he had to admit that he agreed with that one - for some reasons the performers were always gorgeous ). But there was one particular individual that had caught his interest last time he’d seen her enter the palace, and this time… Seong Su wasn’t about to let the woman leave without grabbing her and asking a few questions. If he was going to start being a regular or even if she just was a spur of the moment decision for the man that had requested her… these were things Seong Su needed to know. For… reasons.

But the most importantly he needed to convert people, slowly, unknowingly, but they needed to believe in him. Because of reasons. Seong Su was always trying to play chess, but that didn’t mean that he was good at it ( not that he was aware of this at the moment ), but the child was cunning enough to be better at it than most of the people in the palace ( something not unknown to him ). But everyone could do simple math, the more people you had on your side, the bigger your chance of success and that’s all he needed to work on at the moment. But first things first…

One of the servants outside announced that the girl he’d requested to meet him had arrived.

… he needed to gather some information. This particular girl was interesting to say the least, so when he was brought to him the boy smiled, put on his best face, and did his best not to scare her away as she entered in. He knew that the title prince wasn’t usually one that most people forgot easily, though he always tried to make that a priority upon meeting new people, well… not entirely, just enough for them to open up. After all prince was still important. “Please come in,” he stated with a small smile, his head nodding to the side a little, a quick gesture to indicate a kinder heart ( just things he’d noticed over the years ). The place had been set up formally enough for a prince but casually enough that it didn’t speak royalty ( another thing he’d learned ).

“I just wanted to catch you on the way out, you’re quite beautiful.” a bit of jokefull “ flirting ” to break the ice never hurt anyone either. “DId you have fun here today?” and then ask the important question.

dneunyoung-blog

One should never talk about the trees inside the royal grounds, a memorable lesson she had learned from her mother. As a child, she had been curious of the places that her mother visited. With curiosity comes the workings of the imagination of a young child, of breath taking places, lavish spreads and beautiful people basking in the glory of one another. The scene was as charming as can be to young little Boyoung. Oh, how she would love to see the palace! She recalled swooning while her mother dressed herself in the most vibrant of colors. And yet, the strangest of expressions washed some of the ladies' faces when she explicitly expressed her desire to join them.

At that time, she didn't know why they looked at her with a mix of envy and pity. Only when her time had come to set foot inside the grounds did it dawn upon her. After her first visit, she wished she had not done so. The dreamlike picture she had was completely shattered by chilling reality that slithered behind pillars and around corners. Eunyoung had no one to run to for comfort, for clarity and so, the images she had to keep to herself.

Eunyoung could enumerate all that was strange and uncomfortable in the palace, even when it was veiled with trappings of wealth. But the one that terrifies her the most is the feeling of being watched. She recalled, on her first visit, feeling a presence hovering from behind but she didn't dare look back. The other girls often talked about evil spirits plaguing the palace, using it as an excuse not to go - some girls would whisper that it was because no one was to take them to the festivities. The latter was more logical, and easier to believe, in her opinion. Besides, she knew better to fear the living than the dead.

Alcohol was being poured left and right, the laughs were too loud and obnoxious. She was not supposed to accompany this man, but her regular client for the night had fallen ill. She was left with no choice, she had to put on a delighted smile and feign gratitude to be invited into the palace. Eunyoung had made an attempt to excuse herself for fresh air a handful of times, only to be coerced to stay. But once she noticed the men were too drunk on alcohol, egos bruised from comparing their foolish accomplishments, she excused herself once again and succeeded to spare some time to breathe.

She had no intention to return to that table as her feet were already tracing her steps back to the gates to make an exit. Her attempt for an escape, however, was put to a stop.

She was told that someone wishes to have an audience with her. Their steps became light, almost careful enough not to catch anyone's attention. There was an unsettling feeling rising from within her, telling her to make a run. When she had entered the room and came face to face with the young man, she knew she should have. His words sounded welcoming, his gestures kind, but there was something cold. The sensation itched from beneath her skin, delaying her responses until she acknowledged the observation.

She immediately managed herself; slowly, bringing a smile to her lips, hands put together and bowing her head, "It's always an interesting experience, coming to the palace, your grace." He was a man of power, that much is for certain, but it was not the reason why she took caution. The young man looked so comfortable and at ease in the silent chaos it sent chills down her her spine. This meeting was not for mere appreciation of her beauty.

#seongsudn #p; nitc #eun; p #{ this one got longer than expected #i got carried away #sorry about that ; A ; }

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@dnwoon

Evening came, and as predicted, the streets were overflowing with people too drunk on festivities to notice the rest of the world. There was yet another celebration. Eunyoung had lost count the number of times those of higher status threw something as lavish a gathering to celebrate the most shallow of things. They had too much time in their hands, she thought as she passed by almost unnoticed. Such ignorance, however, proved to be an advantage for the night's agenda. She would not have to leave the town proper to provide what he sought for. The gisaeng house did not appeal to him as a safe place, not even when it provides privacy as needed. Somehow, this is wearing off on her. Open spaces, those without walls and doors felt even safer than anywhere else; by the riverbanks, the lake dock, the store spread around the corner.

Tonight, it was the bridge that connected the marketplace to where most of the middle class lived. It was another predicted oddity. People pass by that bridge every day, as she did, and there was nothing to be left discrete should they meet there. Somewhere at the back of her mind, she thougth that, perhaps, she had been caught. Maybe it was under the sullen sky that she'll finally meet her mother when they eliminate her. She would have thought it a trick if she didn't put a stop to her thoughts to notice that there was almost no one crossing. In fact, the surrounding had fallen rather silent with the noise being concetrated on just one side of the town where the celebration took place.

Eunyoung stood in the middle, looking over the water to see the moon's reflection as the water danced timidly with the slightest of movements. While waiting for her company, she had began to amuse herself with the most foolish of things, guessing the colors of the flowers that grew along the pathways, counting the number of times the wind blew against her skin until she felt the cold. There were some trivial things they ought not to do when people are looking, things she still did and got in trouble for. One example would be, gisaeng never seem to be bothered by the cold. But she knew quite well that it is all a front. It does bother them, but they choose to delay and reserve their responses when they are beyond the eyes of the public. Out of habit, she looked left and right before rubbing her hands together and placing them over her cheeks, basking in the warmth, eyes closed and a small smile drawing itself on her lips.

#dnwoon #p; sitns #eun; p

dnbongki-blog

encore + eunyoung

@dneunyoung

Bong Ki knew that his luck was running out. The fact that Eunyoung was before him, whatever the reason was proof of that.

Her graceful steps making the young man freeze in the middle of the market place. It was a bit ironic that they would meet again at the first place he saw her so many years ago. It wasn’t like he had a problem with Eunyoung - no he held no negative feelings for the younger girl.

It was just that the way they had grown apart made things awkward on Bong Ki’s side. Having a friendly relationship with someone like Eunyoung was a bit odd to Bong Ki himself - no actually it wasn’t odd in the yangban class, but for himself, seeing Eunyoung like the other Gisaengs was just..different.

Causing the young male to rather focus on his studies and spend less time with Eunyoung. Of course he didn’t expect her to be hurt by it, after all he was just a client in her eyes most likely. But the young man wasn’t sure if he should greet her or not. It would be rude not to, but then again, Bong Ki wasn’t the greatest with words, and alas the young male was caught between two choices.

But fate left little up to Bong Ki, as someone in the crowd of people had pushed him forward, causing him to fall short of bumping into Eunyoung. A curse stopping short of his lips before he looked up with a bashful smile. “ Are you okay ?”

dneunyoung-blog

Often, she had been told that those that enter the gyobang are as rooted to their worldy pleasures as fruits are to the trees. Once it has attained all it needs to ripen, it will be picked away or it will fall off by itself. However, there is one other option left to be considered; their clients are not objects, but humans with will and capable of making decisions, choices. Of all those that had been taught to them, it was the last one that Eunyoung had been be wary of. Ever since she had began training, it had been weaved into each and every gisaeng to treat anyone, all that they meet in the house without expectations of being reciprocated with sincerity. It was a mundane thing the clients can seek elsewhere, and it was a gisaeng's responsibility to show and provide rareness.

Even with all that spoken, as a young gisaeng, she had made one too many mistakes. Had she not handled those mishaps immediately, it would have caused her entire career to cease. It would not have distressed her as much if she had just treated him like client. Sill girl, she would often scold herself. He stumbled upon her territory, all shy and adolescent, searching for the right words like she were some lady of a respectable house. It had been a while since Eunyoung had been treated like that. No, she had never been treated like that. He stood before her, fumbling for words, like an equal. Whether or not it was what he had intended, she was nevertheless grateful. And then, one day, it stopped.

In all honesty, she had not dealt with how she felt or thought about why it ended. All she knew is just it did. It had been too good to be true to last anyway. While she, a foolish girl, thought him a good friend, he must have seen her like any man who came to the gyobang saw her, the gisaeng, Eunyoung. If she'd had a heart, it would have broke. But it was a right a gisaeng does not have. They had no time to weep over broken hearts and promises. Ask any gisaeng and it would just be a contract cut short when the client becomes unsatisfied.

And as she had felt fate work its cruel hands, standing in the presence of the young man after such a long time, she started to ask what part of her he found unsatisfactory. "Y-yes, I'm alright." And at the mercy of his reluctance, she wondered if it can be remedied. "It's been a long time, sir."

#dnbongki #p; encore #eun; p

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@dnxpilkyo

'There is no one and nothing to look back to, Ha Boyoung', the bitter song played endlessly in her head as they traveled to the new house. No trace of dismay can be found on her face, not even the slightest bit of nostalgia. The roots she had once in that place had been uprooted by the very people who took pride in growing the flowers. It was only a matter of time before someone else took particular interest in the fading gisaeng house' ladies. It was not that she had a say whether or not she was to stay or go, but thinking the opposite gave her peace. More so when her prayers have been heard. Passing by the gates, the heavy burden pressing on her shoulders have been lifted and the day did not seem so dark anymore. She heaved a sigh, relieved, beneath her veil as they moved further away from the darkness and into a new light.

Eunyoung had heard about the owner once or twice over drinks. In passing, of course, as the clients had no particular interest to further discuss the matter. But now that she thought about it, she should have asked. It had been a sign that she was going to be involved in his affairs. Being in their line work mean they are to be entangled in more ways than one. Some helpers were more than willing to tend to the new transfer, some girls, despite their smiles, looked like had other thoughts in mind. She took note of their expressions and kept them aside, she will deal with their thoughts later on. Her eyes scanned the place, fascinated, at first, but soon enough the apprehensions came. It all begins like this, all beautiful and safe, giving her hope. But like a storm, the cruelty comes to wreak havoc, so she once again regresses to her cold state. She had raised herself to be a strong woman in the storm, she had seen and heard so much that there was little in this world that surprise her. But even so, her body responds contrary to what her mind deciphered. Her fears still linger beneath her skin, waiting to devour her flesh until she was stripped bare for the world to see.

Her thoughts were immediately put on hold upon his presence. Beauty of all forms had always left her in awe, much like the man that stood before her, with his gentle features and kind eyes. Eunyoung kept her these observations to herself, there was ample time to deal with it tonight by herself. She rearranged her expression as she lowered her head and bowed, waiting for him to speak.

#{ sorry it got too long }#dnxpilkyo #p; aal #eun; p

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