fic: Dance Me a Dream {Chapter 2}
Title: Dance me a Dream
Length: Series
Chapter Two
Author: M_K Yujji
Rating: PG-13 for now, probably will go as high as NC-17 if I continue
Genre: Angst/drama
Characters: Yunho, Yoochun, Junsu
Pairings: probably a lot of Various/Yunho, though predominately JaeHo, Junsu/Taeyeon
Warnings: AU, slavery, dubious consent
Disclaimer: Though real people are used as characters, this fic bears no resemblance to Real Life and these people are not owned by me.
Comments/Notes: Thank you to everyone who helped me with the word~ I really appreciate it. Through the links and such, it seems like both Ggot and Kkot are correct. I decided to go with Kkot since that's what it sounds like when Junsu says/sings it. ^_^;;
Previously: Prologue -- Chapter 1 --
Summary: Life is only fair in your dreams.
~*~*~
“InWhan! SungWoong!”
There was a sound of childish giggling and the pattering of feet that had Jaejoong rubbing the bridge of his nose and striving for the patience and calm his mother was forever reminding him that a prince should have.
He managed a tiny shred of control until he rounded the corner he'd heard the giggling from and finally found the stack of scrolls he'd been working on that morning. He'd come back from a break to find the whole lot of them missing and the tell-tale crumbs of sweet crackers trailing away from his desk.
Now, here they were, strewn about one of the small alcoves tucked into the architecture, dirty little fingerprints and colored ink smeared all over them.
His fingers buried themselves in his hair as he surveyed the damage with growing anger.
They were completely ruined. He'd have to start all over.
“INWHAN! SUNGWOONG!”
But the laughter had faded as the perpetrators ran away from his wrath and the palace and the surrounding grounds had plenty of places for a mischievous pair to hide.
Their favorite haunt was the outer courtyard that housed his mother's favorite gardens, though, so that's where he headed first.
He was too irritated to really appreciate the beauty of the courtyard as he stomped through it, calling for the boys at random moments, his annoyance growing when they refused to answer.
Didn't they realize that he was supposed to be working? More and more of the responsibilities of ruling had been falling on him lately and he didn't have time to be playing hide and go seek with children all day.
A splash of bright color caught his eye and Jaejoong turned, his son's name dying on his lips when he realized that the man before him was definitely not Sungwoong. “You! What are you doing here?”
Small, dark eyes peered at him in mild confusion for a moment. “Lady Taeyeon said it was all right...”
“Who-“ Jaejoong trailed off as memory returned. “You're the dancer from my birthday. I hadn't realized that you'd already arrived.”
Honestly, he'd completely forgotten that they'd decided to keep him.
The slave sank down to his knees gracefully, head bowed slightly, eyes averted. “Yes, your highness. I arrived last week.”
Jaejoong let his eyes drift over the man in appreciative remembrance. Without even being fully aware of his actions, he reached down and ran one finger over soft lips. That mouth had done amazing things to him at his birthday gala. “I can't believe I forgot about you...”
The only response was a slight tensing of the strong jaw.
“What are you called?”
“My name is-“ The slave cut off abruptly, his eyes widening and darting upwards above their heads. He moved fast, catching the squirming bundle of child that jumped out of the tree above them before Jaejoong had really even comprehended what was happening.
The little boy giggled and wrapped both arms around his neck. “Look Appa~ Kkot caught me!”
“Kkot?” Jaejoong arched a brow at the resigned look on the other man's face. “That's not a name.”
Sungwoong pouted and tightened his grip on the slave's neck. “It is! We picked it!”
“We?”
Another giggle, higher pitched and younger drew attention back up into the tree where Inwhan clung tightly to his perch. He'd never been as reckless or as fearless as his cousin.
Seeing the younger boy brought the scowl back to Jaejoong's face as slaves and silly names were forgotten. “The two of you are in big trouble! My entire day's work is ruined thanks to your mischief.”
“You wouldn't play with us!” Sungwoong's lip trembled and he clung even more tightly to the man holding him.
Jaejoong sighed and rubbed his temples, trying to remember the advice his mother had given him regarding disciplining his son. He couldn't really maintain his anger in the face of the threatening tears even though he knew they were probably false.
Finally he threw his hands up in surrender. “Fine. Just... don't do it again.”
As he'd half-suspected, Sungwoong's face cleared up instantly and he beamed at his father. “Okay!”
Jaejoong wasn't foolish enough to believe this would be the last time, but hopefully his mother would be the one to catch the little imps next time.
He peered up into the tree. “Your father is going to have kittens if he catches you up in that tree, Inwhan.”
Both children grew wide-eyed and gaped at him. “Really?”
The slave gave a discreet cough and looked down, his lips quivering suspiciously.
Unable to prevent his own twitching smile, Jaejoong reached up. “Yes, and no one really wants to see that, so come here.”
Inwhan just clung more tightly to the tree, shaking his head. “You'll drop me.”
“I will not.” Jaejoong scowled again, cursing the headache he could feel forming behind his eyes.
“Appa, you dropped him last time.”
“He kicked me. In the face!”
“You still dropped him.”
And Junsu had raged at him over it for weeks. Sighing, Jaejoong dropped his arms and planted his hands on his hips. “Fine then. Stay in the tree all night.”
Inwhan's lip trembled and big fat tears began seeping out. His were probably even real.
Before it became full out waterworks, though, the slave holding Sungwoong sat the boy down and reached up towards Inwhan. “It will be fine. No one will drop you.”
“Jump Inwhan! Jump!” Sungwoong was bouncing around the man's legs, encouraging his cousin, and Jaejoong had to shake his head to rid himself of the sense of deja vu. Sungwoong and Inwhan were not himself and Junsu - no matter the resemblance in looks and personality.
It took another couple of minutes of patient coaxing from the slave and chirpy goading from Sungwoong, but eventually Inwhan was safely on the ground once more.
And though it was vexing that the children hadn't trusted him to catch them, Jaejoong had to concede that the little brats weighed more than they looked like they should. He probably would have dropped them. He could be gracious about it.
“Thank you... I can't call you Kkot... That's not a real name.”
“Appa!” Both boys were pouting at him now.
“He's not a pet cat. You can't just-“
“If the children wish to call me Kkot... I have no objections.”
The man's eyes were downcast again, the very image of docile servitude, and Jaejoong sighed and threw up his hands. “Oh fine. If you don't mind being called a damned flower, why should I care?”
As the boys cheered, Jaejoong let his eyes trail over the man's form again.
Maybe he had been absent minded enough to forget that he had this delicious looking man tucked away in his hougong, but now that he'd remembered...
Perhaps it was time to introduce Kkot to his chambers.
~*~*~
'Flower' was hardly the worse thing he'd ever been called and the children had been kind to him, if a little possessive and condescending.
He fingered the sheer silk of the outfit the prince had sent for him to wear, then sighed and glanced away. The boy he'd been was long since lost and clinging to him out of nostalgia and ill-placed hope wasn't going to alter the course his life had been set upon.
His jaw tightened slightly as he remembered the look of blank confusion in the prince's eyes at seeing him. His life had been completely ruined, but to the prince he was just one more object to be collected and forgotten about.
But then, the man was royalty and not the first that he'd been forced to entertain. A complete disregard for anyone else's choices or objections was sadly typical.
He took a deep breath and forced himself to strip.
Accepting the things he couldn't change had never been easy, but he'd learned that railing against fate never ended well.
As he prepared himself for a night intended to entertain someone else's whims, he nodded firmly to himself.
It was time to let go of the foolish dreams of the free man, Jung Yunho, and accept the reality of the prince's slave, Kkot.
~*~*~
TBC
Length: Series
Chapter Two
Author: M_K Yujji
Rating: PG-13 for now, probably will go as high as NC-17 if I continue
Genre: Angst/drama
Characters: Yunho, Yoochun, Junsu
Pairings: probably a lot of Various/Yunho, though predominately JaeHo, Junsu/Taeyeon
Warnings: AU, slavery, dubious consent
Disclaimer: Though real people are used as characters, this fic bears no resemblance to Real Life and these people are not owned by me.
Comments/Notes: Thank you to everyone who helped me with the word~ I really appreciate it. Through the links and such, it seems like both Ggot and Kkot are correct. I decided to go with Kkot since that's what it sounds like when Junsu says/sings it. ^_^;;
Previously: Prologue -- Chapter 1 --
Summary: Life is only fair in your dreams.
~*~*~
“InWhan! SungWoong!”
There was a sound of childish giggling and the pattering of feet that had Jaejoong rubbing the bridge of his nose and striving for the patience and calm his mother was forever reminding him that a prince should have.
He managed a tiny shred of control until he rounded the corner he'd heard the giggling from and finally found the stack of scrolls he'd been working on that morning. He'd come back from a break to find the whole lot of them missing and the tell-tale crumbs of sweet crackers trailing away from his desk.
Now, here they were, strewn about one of the small alcoves tucked into the architecture, dirty little fingerprints and colored ink smeared all over them.
His fingers buried themselves in his hair as he surveyed the damage with growing anger.
They were completely ruined. He'd have to start all over.
“INWHAN! SUNGWOONG!”
But the laughter had faded as the perpetrators ran away from his wrath and the palace and the surrounding grounds had plenty of places for a mischievous pair to hide.
Their favorite haunt was the outer courtyard that housed his mother's favorite gardens, though, so that's where he headed first.
He was too irritated to really appreciate the beauty of the courtyard as he stomped through it, calling for the boys at random moments, his annoyance growing when they refused to answer.
Didn't they realize that he was supposed to be working? More and more of the responsibilities of ruling had been falling on him lately and he didn't have time to be playing hide and go seek with children all day.
A splash of bright color caught his eye and Jaejoong turned, his son's name dying on his lips when he realized that the man before him was definitely not Sungwoong. “You! What are you doing here?”
Small, dark eyes peered at him in mild confusion for a moment. “Lady Taeyeon said it was all right...”
“Who-“ Jaejoong trailed off as memory returned. “You're the dancer from my birthday. I hadn't realized that you'd already arrived.”
Honestly, he'd completely forgotten that they'd decided to keep him.
The slave sank down to his knees gracefully, head bowed slightly, eyes averted. “Yes, your highness. I arrived last week.”
Jaejoong let his eyes drift over the man in appreciative remembrance. Without even being fully aware of his actions, he reached down and ran one finger over soft lips. That mouth had done amazing things to him at his birthday gala. “I can't believe I forgot about you...”
The only response was a slight tensing of the strong jaw.
“What are you called?”
“My name is-“ The slave cut off abruptly, his eyes widening and darting upwards above their heads. He moved fast, catching the squirming bundle of child that jumped out of the tree above them before Jaejoong had really even comprehended what was happening.
The little boy giggled and wrapped both arms around his neck. “Look Appa~ Kkot caught me!”
“Kkot?” Jaejoong arched a brow at the resigned look on the other man's face. “That's not a name.”
Sungwoong pouted and tightened his grip on the slave's neck. “It is! We picked it!”
“We?”
Another giggle, higher pitched and younger drew attention back up into the tree where Inwhan clung tightly to his perch. He'd never been as reckless or as fearless as his cousin.
Seeing the younger boy brought the scowl back to Jaejoong's face as slaves and silly names were forgotten. “The two of you are in big trouble! My entire day's work is ruined thanks to your mischief.”
“You wouldn't play with us!” Sungwoong's lip trembled and he clung even more tightly to the man holding him.
Jaejoong sighed and rubbed his temples, trying to remember the advice his mother had given him regarding disciplining his son. He couldn't really maintain his anger in the face of the threatening tears even though he knew they were probably false.
Finally he threw his hands up in surrender. “Fine. Just... don't do it again.”
As he'd half-suspected, Sungwoong's face cleared up instantly and he beamed at his father. “Okay!”
Jaejoong wasn't foolish enough to believe this would be the last time, but hopefully his mother would be the one to catch the little imps next time.
He peered up into the tree. “Your father is going to have kittens if he catches you up in that tree, Inwhan.”
Both children grew wide-eyed and gaped at him. “Really?”
The slave gave a discreet cough and looked down, his lips quivering suspiciously.
Unable to prevent his own twitching smile, Jaejoong reached up. “Yes, and no one really wants to see that, so come here.”
Inwhan just clung more tightly to the tree, shaking his head. “You'll drop me.”
“I will not.” Jaejoong scowled again, cursing the headache he could feel forming behind his eyes.
“Appa, you dropped him last time.”
“He kicked me. In the face!”
“You still dropped him.”
And Junsu had raged at him over it for weeks. Sighing, Jaejoong dropped his arms and planted his hands on his hips. “Fine then. Stay in the tree all night.”
Inwhan's lip trembled and big fat tears began seeping out. His were probably even real.
Before it became full out waterworks, though, the slave holding Sungwoong sat the boy down and reached up towards Inwhan. “It will be fine. No one will drop you.”
“Jump Inwhan! Jump!” Sungwoong was bouncing around the man's legs, encouraging his cousin, and Jaejoong had to shake his head to rid himself of the sense of deja vu. Sungwoong and Inwhan were not himself and Junsu - no matter the resemblance in looks and personality.
It took another couple of minutes of patient coaxing from the slave and chirpy goading from Sungwoong, but eventually Inwhan was safely on the ground once more.
And though it was vexing that the children hadn't trusted him to catch them, Jaejoong had to concede that the little brats weighed more than they looked like they should. He probably would have dropped them. He could be gracious about it.
“Thank you... I can't call you Kkot... That's not a real name.”
“Appa!” Both boys were pouting at him now.
“He's not a pet cat. You can't just-“
“If the children wish to call me Kkot... I have no objections.”
The man's eyes were downcast again, the very image of docile servitude, and Jaejoong sighed and threw up his hands. “Oh fine. If you don't mind being called a damned flower, why should I care?”
As the boys cheered, Jaejoong let his eyes trail over the man's form again.
Maybe he had been absent minded enough to forget that he had this delicious looking man tucked away in his hougong, but now that he'd remembered...
Perhaps it was time to introduce Kkot to his chambers.
~*~*~
'Flower' was hardly the worse thing he'd ever been called and the children had been kind to him, if a little possessive and condescending.
He fingered the sheer silk of the outfit the prince had sent for him to wear, then sighed and glanced away. The boy he'd been was long since lost and clinging to him out of nostalgia and ill-placed hope wasn't going to alter the course his life had been set upon.
His jaw tightened slightly as he remembered the look of blank confusion in the prince's eyes at seeing him. His life had been completely ruined, but to the prince he was just one more object to be collected and forgotten about.
But then, the man was royalty and not the first that he'd been forced to entertain. A complete disregard for anyone else's choices or objections was sadly typical.
He took a deep breath and forced himself to strip.
Accepting the things he couldn't change had never been easy, but he'd learned that railing against fate never ended well.
As he prepared himself for a night intended to entertain someone else's whims, he nodded firmly to himself.
It was time to let go of the foolish dreams of the free man, Jung Yunho, and accept the reality of the prince's slave, Kkot.
~*~*~
TBC