“Park Yoochun, meet the princess. You will protect her with your life from now on, and that is your only purpose,” the adult towered over the two young children, Yoochun aged 6, the princess at age 5. The two timidly looked at each other before the elder of the two nodded.
“Princess… I’ll protect you from now on, please let me carry all your problems,” although a little awkward, the young Yoochun bowed politely before giving a smile to the slim person in front of him. The other blushed before nodding and bowing her head in return.
“Now Princess, Yoochun will now escort you to your lessons and around the area. Anywhere you go, Park should be with you, understand?” a slight nod of the head from the princess showed the slightly plump man that she did. “Good. It’s almost dinner time, so you two head off to the dining area.”
With that the man was off, leaving the two children to awkwardly shuffle around and look anywhere but at each other. After the silence was stretch to its fullest, Yoochun motioned for the princess to start the walk towards the eating quarters. It was met with a shy smile before the princess complied and walked forward first.
It was early evening, the sun just setting and the cold air just starting to settle. The two, now slightly older pair were sitting under a big tree, the princess reading a book and Yoochun simply watching in interest.
Two eyes looked up to meet his in slight curiosity.
“I was just thinking, I’ve been protecting princess for three years without knowing your name…” Yoochun stared back at the smaller child who had gone back to reading, seemingly ignoring his statement.
Silence surrounded the pair once again.
And Yoochun wasn’t surprised.
A bird squawked and flew off in the interest, Yoochun gazed at it lazily.
The quiet voice was carried by the soft wind, just barely making it to the young guardians ears. Out of surprise he turned to look, but the princess was still reading, like nothing had changed.
But for Yoochun, it had.
And he couldn’t help but smile.
The King and Queen came to Junsu’s lesson, standing outside and watching Yoochun simply stand outside the door.
He bowed towards them out of respect, before asking, “to what do I owe the honour a visit from the King and Queen?”
They both smiled down fondly at the child, knowing they had made the right choice six years ago. The memories of the five different trainees… Yoochun was definitely the right one.
“The princess has a meeting urgently after this lesson, and we are going to help you escort him,” the king explained, peaking into the room to see Junsu studying hard with his tutor. He smiled fondly, but Yoochun could sense a slight spark of sadness, and maybe regret, in his aging eyes.
His questions were cut short when the familiar sight of the princess walked through the doors. Junsu bowed towards the king and queen before giving a questioning glance to Yoochun.
“There’s an important meeting that princess must attend, that is the reason for the king and queen to come escort the princess,” he voiced, knowing full well what Junsu wanted to know. It seemed to satisfy his curiosity enough because the princess nodded and then followed the king and queen to one of the meeting rooms.
There was already three people seated in front of the low table, a women, a man, and a young teenager, maybe only two or three years older than Yoochun or Junsu.
“Princess Junsu, it’s nice to meet you. I am the king of the neighbouring district, this is my wife, and finally, this is my son, Prince Yunho,” Junsu’s mother and father both nodded their heads in a slight bow while Junsu himself and Yoochun bowed properly.
Mrs. Kim placed her hand on the princess’ back and lightly guided Junsu to sit down on the opposite side of the table from the young prince. She then sat down next to the princess and her husband on her other side. There was no room for Yoochun so he chose to stand by the door and silently watch over the meeting.
“Junsu-sshi, we have heard a lot about you, and I see you take your good looks from your mother,” the other king complimented, a friendly smile on his face. “I’m sure you’re aware that the whole country is in trouble right now, and through various talks between your parents and us, we found it would be most beneficial that the two of us bind together to help our people.”
Junsu nodded in understanding, silently wondering where this was going.
“Since we want to ensure this relationship, we’ve agreed the only way is through an arranged marriage.”
Junsu gave his mother a look.
length: chaptered [0/?]
summary: A kingdom to be blessed by two newborns, a mishap, and the ultimate fake-out of the people. The ultimate scandal of the kingdom is just waiting to be revealed.
A few days after the royal couple announced the pregnancy, the village elder came to visit and give them their blessing and his prediction. This particular elder had a reputation, he very rarely got things wrong, and if he did, the family was met with many unfortunate events, the elders curse.
“Congratulations on your elder son and twin sister,” he declared, bowing slightly towards the king and queen. The two looked at each other before smiling politely.
“Twins? Look honey, we both get what we wanted, an elder son to take care of the throne and a little princess for me to fuss over,” the queen fondly gazed at her husband, one hand unconsciously rubbing her stomach. The king nodded, all smiles and joy at the prospect of getting two children at the same time.
“Thank you elder, please enjoy a healthy and happy life,” with that the royal parents bowed and sent off the elder back to his village.
The next few months the whole district was preparing and talking about the children that were to arrive in the winter months. Gifts and blessings poured into the palace while the king and queen very graciously took them all and started their own preparations for the twins.
On the day of their birth, everything went well, the first one to be born was a little, healthy boy and was delivered without much fuss or pain on the queens part.
The second, however, brought the queen a lot more difficulty, she was already tired from the first, and this second child hurt a lot more than the first. Right after it was done, the queen fell asleep, her job for now was done, but she did not hear the gasps around the room.
When she woke up, they first thing that came out of her mouth was, “let me see my little babies. I want to see my handsome little boy and pretty little girl.” The silence that met her back did not impress her, the doctors and her husband shuffled around uncomfortably.
“There’s a slight problem…” the King avoided his wife’s eyes, instead busying himself with the opposite wall. The queen just stared and silently asked for him to continue.
“What the King is trying to say is… your second born is actually… another boy.”
A/N: wow its been a while. Life's been a bit crazy lately, but now I have exams so things are slowing down, and reading all these fics on yoosu right now has brought back my muse.
I'm hoping to finish, or atleast continue my other fics (especially behind the front lines, that one is all planned out, I just need to write it out) so please look out for updates over the next two and a bit weeks!!! =]
Any ideas/comments? Please leave them behind!! ^-^
It only took three days for Yoochun’s injuries to heal enough so he could hobble about. Spending 72 hours in the small, cramped building had long made him restless, and on Junsu’s short breaks, he would accompany the man outside the make-shift tent.
They were only given five minutes each time, but over the next week they learned more and more about each other. Slowly Yoochun got to know the wounded British soldiers by name, waved to each of the doctors and warmly greeted by visiting medics.
One particular day, Junsu came out of the surgery tent, rubbing off the blood with a dry cloth, and joined Yoochun outside the tent door. It didn’t take much for the German soldier to notice the change in his disposition, the tug at the end of the mans lips, his brow less furrowed, his general aura just spoke wonders.
“I’ve been granted to show you the LALL section,” a smile, a grab at Yoochun’s uninjured arm, and they were headed off between the trenches, a bewildered German in tow.
“What?” was the most intellectual word he could think of the moment. A silent grin, and a sense of urgency was all he got. Whatever could get the normally stoic man this excited must have been something close to a second sun.
After twisting and turning in the maze of trenches, Yoochun could hear wild shouts, and some other forgotten sound laced in between. Laughter.
After one or two more left turns, the pair came across a small area filled with allied soldiers slacking off. Junsu tugged on the mans arm and they winded around people playing cards, playing guitars (and singing along horribly off key, but they seemed to enjoy it), and generally just having fun.
“Welcome to LALL quarters, Live and Let Live,” Junsu finally explained, his lips now curved into a perfect grin. Yoochun could only gape, he had never seen anything like this, he had forgotten any f word except for the swear. This was the last thing he had expected in the middle of the Great War. A scrawny man ran up to the doctor, muttering something about being late, which the young man only responded to with a nod.
Once again he wordlessly dragged the poor German soldier to a crowded area, “You’ll enjoy this, trust me.” Was the only explanation he got.
Soldiers parted to allow the smaller doctor and his friend to the very front, allowing Yoochun to see a big wooden platform, a frame roughly nailed together with old blankets strewn from the top. A stage, his brain supplied him with.
“Good late afternoon gentlemen. It seems like you all enjoyed the play so much yesterday we have to do it again!” the big middle aged announcer was given a roar of approval from the crowd. “So here you go again, Romeo and Juliet.”
The two young men watched the whole show intently, swept away by the drama folding in front of them. Everyone let out whistles and cat calls when a slender body slide onto the stage, long blonde hair and donning a long red dress.
“A women?” Yoochun asked in shock. He was sure the only females in the war were in the nursing tent, and that was a full time job. Junsu giggled softly at his confusion.
“Of course not. Too close to enemy lines for that,” he laughed, eyes continuing to watch the play.
“So that’s…. oh.”
More bubbly laughter escaped the young doctor’s vocal chords, and Yoochun decided he could very well get addicted to the intoxicating sound.
All was going well until near the end when Juliet took a little stumble, obviously not used to the high heels, and ended locking eyes with Yoochun. Yoochun stared back, and despite the get up, understood the others look.
“Jaejoong-hyung?” he voiced, the question heavily evident in his tone. The other just mouthed a ‘later’ and completed the play. It was Junsu’s turn to give Yoochun a questioning glance, but the other shook it off.
Long after the five minute standing ovation, the German took off and made his way backstage to see the man from before taking off his long blonde wig.
The other looked up before jumping to his feet. He moved over, as quickly as he could still wearing high heels, and enveloped Yoochun in a warm embrace.
“Yoochun! I thought you were gone for good…” he whispered in the others ear. A sense of relief washing over him.
“I thought I was too, hyung.”
The two stood there for a while until Yoochun finally opened his eyes to meet the awkward figure of Junsu. Instantly turning Jaejoong around so he could see the younger, he reverted back to English.
“Junsu, meet Kim Jaejoong, he was my bunker buddy back at the trenches,” Yoochun swung his arm around the other man in a friendly manner. The two bowed towards each other, greeting each other briefly. A fourth man walked into the cramped space behind the stage, one that Junsu knew all too well.
“From commander to Romeo, huh?” Junsu quirked, getting the others attention instantly. The taller man just ruffled his hair in an affectionate greeting.
“You brat. They needed an actor and I just happened to be around to be picked on, that was all. I decided the boys needed a good laugh anyways,” the deep hazel eyes crinkled into crescent moons before nodding at Jaejoong. “It was great working with you. Nice to know the German’s haven’t lost any culture even through the war.”
He was answered with a shy nod before Yunho turned back to talk to Junsu about the condition of the medics.
“So what are you doing here?” Yoochun’s curiosity had thoroughly been peaked seeing his slightly older friend in heels and blush adorning his cheeks.
“They needed a female actor. Funnily enough, they’re a bit short.”
Junsu watched the two old friends. Even though he didn’t speak a word of German, it was fairly obvious the two were enjoying catching up.
A small, lazy smile stretched on the doctor’s face.
We were all men
Here we lived in a dream
Free to laugh
Free to escape
But how long was it until
We all had to wake up?
A young man was in hysteria
Shouting inaudibly, just a jumble of foreign words
It didn’t take long for blood loss to catch up with him
He fell back against the make shift bed
I felt bad for him
We were both young and trapped in this war
I’ve lost count how many
have died in front of me
and these were the lucky ones
I wanted to clean the blood off my hands
But they would never be clean
My eyes had been opened
To this horror
They call war
It wasn’t my fault
But I can’t help but feel
A/N This is part B to the prologue because the story are about these two characters.
Just an introduction to the characters.
To see how they interact... you'll have to wait until the first chapter. =]
A flash of my mothers face
marred with tears
still the prettiest women I’ve ever seen
I was fighting for my country, for my mum.
She saw past the lies
Not to expect either of us home
“Over the top!”
I looked at the strong features of my brother. We both knew that call meant suicide
That was not for us to decide though
Misfitting boots did not stop our ascent over the trench
Nor did barb wire fences or the sea of mud
To not go was a sin
there was no stopping us from going
so with that we hugged
For the last time?
What did stop us was a large explosion from my right
Where my brother was
It threw me to the side
Bleeding, but not completely broken.
I searched through the pool of red and mangled limbs
I found my brothers hand, still attached, barely
and held on.
We promised to stay together
Andy and I
brothers in the front line
His eyes were lifeless
But I already understood he was gone
That was when the second shell hit
My mother’s sad smile
she always knew
she was our mother afterall
I lay there
Only able to groan
I was dying
My blood mingling with mud
“Back by Christmas”
they had said
now I’m not so sure
I clasped onto my brothers hand
We promised to stay together
So why am I here? I got inspired by WWI stories and movies, and I really wanted to write this.
Please comment =3
Oh, and there may be some inaccuracies, because i did not live during WWI, I need to tweak this to fit my story, and I only know the rough events of WWI, I am by far an expert.
got inspired by WWI stories and movies, and I really wanted to write this.
The voice didn’t distract me from noticing the small metal band being passed between the two people down the street. Peeking out from an insert in the alley, there the two were, clear as day.
Wordlessly I watched, anger building, and building with no end. As soon as the shorter exited, I stormed forward, towards him.
“So you’ve finally caught us, huh?” there wasn’t any guilt, but what irritated me more was that he knew. Knew that I was watching, knew how I felt.
“You’re a fucking bastard, do you know that?” I snarled, cutting him off before he could walk any farther. He had the decency to stop, but the icy edge from his stare was still obviously visable.
“Am I Yunho? I’m only making him happy, isn’t that what you should want?” I was glad to have the few centimetres of advantage, but somehow he seemed bigger today, looking straight into my eyes with no intent of standing down.
“You fucking knew how I felt-“ but he shoved me back before I could even think of finishing the sentence.
“How you felt Yunho!? Have you even thought about him? About Junsu?” the accusation had me advancing forward again, but small, slim hands on my chest stopped me, and him, from colliding.
“Come on guys, I’m sure this is just a misunderstanding! Let’s just talk it out-“ no. I’m sorry Jaejoong, but not this time. Easily, the band mother was shoved aside so I could grab his shoulder again.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing? Do you really want DBSK to break up? I don’t think I could fucking look at you after this,” usually I would be able to keep my head, think about this rationally, for DongBang… but not this time. This was more important. I grabbed him by the shirt and pulled him forward so I was practically breathing my words right into his face, there was no way he could avoid my eyes now. “What the fuck is running through your head, Yoochun?”
“Listen, I’m sick and tired of your leader shit. Just because you’re older and the leader doesn’t mean you can fucking control everyone like your puppets!” with some unheard of strength from the younger, he shoved me back so hard I had to take atleast 3 steps to recover. That did it, if he wanted physical, I could do that.
“I don’t act like that! Stop making me sound like the bad guy! It was working out just fine, why do you have to step in now? Just jealous that I took your fanservice partner away?” I was stepping forward to push him back, but Changmin who had kept silent during the fight grabbed onto my arm and pulled me back. Jaejoong had moved over to Yoochun’s side and was holding him back as well. However, our anger seemed to overpower the other two’s weak resistance, because it wasn’t long until I shoved Yoochun back again.
“You fucking shit. Use your head,” at that he shoved his finger to my forehead, forcing me to incline my head back a bit. “It makes more sense this way. The whole Yunjae thing has Junsu worried and heartbroken, you of all people should know that,” he growled the whole thing before bringing his fist up by my chin. He swung a mock hit, just barely missing my cheek by inches. “If you come near Junsu again, I’ll make sure to hurt you a lot more than how you’ve hurt him.”
Next thing I knew, Yoochun was clutching his cheek, blood dripping through his hand, my knuckles sore from the sudden, but hard impact.
That was the breaking point between us. Fists were thrown left, right and center, both of us landing clear hits and drawing quite a bit of blood. After a few I managed to fling him onto the ground, where I jumped on top of him and pulled him back up by his jacket once again.
“Like hell. We had good times together, you cant possibly make him as happy as I did. You haven’t gone through half the amount of hell that we did together,” I ground out between my clenched teeth, staring straight down at my fellow band mate. Or perhaps ex band mate in the following days.
Before any more words should be shot at each other, once again we were pulled apart by Jaejoong and Changmin. We both struggled and pulled to get back at each other, we we’re finished yet. In a period of madness, I kicked over a near garbage can, spilling the contents all over the alley.
“This isn’t over yet,” I snarled, pulling back out of Changmin’s grip before I exited the alley, wiping the blood out of my eyes and off my cheeks. Yes, far from over.