#daljiyoung

[haehyojin]

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

☆┋event: royal wedding, open

it takes a lot of will for hyojin to not spit out his wine. all in all, he was minding his own business in the corner of the room, just watching everyone enjoy the celebration. the last thing he was expecting was for someone to walk up to him, and say he was going to get married soon. it left a bitter taste in his mouth, and it wasn’t the wine this time.

however, he manages to deflect his emotions, smiling brightly at the girl, at jiyoung to be precise “really? you think so?” he asks, head tipping to the side. he hoped her answer was going to be negative. he really didn’t know what he’d do once he gets told who he will be marrying. the prince doesn’t remember the last time he went to a wedding out of pure love, than something like this.

no love, no affection, nothing. it was all for the better of the dynasty and hyojin had no say in whatever was happening. no one really had. “i’m to young to get married, maybe in another few years.” he replies, smile placed on his lips yet again as he lifts his wine, taking a small sip from it.

[dalhyunsoo]

In the same place, at the same time

@daljiyoung

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this was her third glass of wine and she was hiding it fairly well. as long as she didn’t talk much or move around. ( because there was a little sway with her movements. ) “i wouldn’t dare to drink another glass?” how could that even be a question for him? “oh royal ambassador.” she raised the cup to her lips and took a small sip. “i would very much dare.”

The thought of disgracing his father never entered Hyunsoo’s mind and if anything, he knew that he would rather die than to do that.  He was a good father, maybe not the best but Hyunsoo knew that he did everything to protect them, to keep them safe in this dangerous world.  It was this reason that he never understood why some of the yaban children rebelled against their family and while he understood the want for a different kind of life, he thought it was wiser to either accept their fate or leave.  If there was a young woman that he was sure didn’t hold the same beliefs as him, that was Song Jiyoung who at the current moment was drinking more than a young woman of her rank should.

He was not the kind of man that openly judge people but with Jiyoung he found himself unable to just walk away before reminding her who her father was.  Somehow their conversation moved from that to Hyunsoo saying that she wouldn’t dare to drink more and he realized as she smirked at him that if anything, his words would make her drink more.   A sigh almost left Hyunsoo’s lips as the younger girl replied to his comment and the more she spoke, the more he wanted to leave.  It wasn’t his job to look after the crown prince’s tutor especially since he belonged to the faction Hyunsoo’s family opposed but the girl was so infuriating that he simply stared at her as she continued drinking and talking.  

“Lady Song, you must truly want to bring shame to your father with such childish behavior.” He replied with a higher than you tone but he doubted that anything he would say could change her mind.  If anything after what she had done, it seemed like she would do exactly the opposite.  “Don’t you feel any loyalty to your clan? I assume you don’t since you are always doing things that reflect badly on your father.”

[dalruihan]

“ you see how dangerous this is?”

━  ♞  @daljiyoung 、  𝟎𝟎𝟏 ⋮ THE QUEEN MUNJEONG’S BIRTHDAY .

she does. every fiber of her being knows what she’s doing is dangerous, borderline scandalous as she stands there ; innocent gaze stilling, a momentary lapse of judgement forming in doe-like hues before the girl’s words finally register, like a bolt finding its screw in the big machine that was ruihan’s one-track mind. 

and she knows better than admitting the truth, can feel it rolling off the tongue as she stands, full of guilt and remorse, underneath the other girl’s gaze. so, instead of imperious agreement, an apology is final along the lips. marked by a sheepish grin and a soft hand at the other’s; a blind touch meant to soothe.

“i’m sorry, truly i am – but …” she falters, eyes searching the other’s, deeply, as she feels all her emotions at once. feeling them pour into her words, falling between the lines as the festivities lie mute behind them. much like a scolded child, her demeanor descends from elation and into the depths of regret ; finding a home in the way her conscience is chiding her for doing something as off-putting as challenging the wrath her mother would set upon her once she realized that ruihan was no where by her side. “i just wanted to see what it was like.” what it was like without her mother’s knowing gaze following her every move, what it was like to be free for a change. 

could anyone blame her? for surely, ruihan wouldn’t.