𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐙 𝐁𝐗𝐁 𝐎.𝐒

[f] y u n g i

requested by : @bayleyxbel

type : fluff (/historical)

plot : "care to share a dance with me?"
in which yunho and mingi are both young, victorian men that have been gone to a ball filled with many strangers and many new faces. the pair meet and decide to share a dance, captivating the crowd, all whilst unaware of who one another actually are and as the night progresses they find themselves wanting to learn more and more about the latter.

3RD POV

flattening out the matted black suit tailored perfectly for his body, he glanced down at the slightly creasing parts of fabric just along his waistline where it had to slightly curve inward. just beside there lay a pocket with a carefully green and blue embroidered family emblem with a variety of hues that were sewn perfectly together to make the piece really stand out on the pocket. this gave him value, it was his worth- to the jung family this emblem meant everything, so it meant everything to yunho too.

glancing up from his pocket, he turned away briefly to focus on something further in the distance of his empty, for now, grand hall- in which mahogany side tables had been decorated with satin cloths, glass vases with bunches of rich, elegant flowers (that were of course his family colours- it was all about image), and accompanied with an abundance of long candlesticks on silver candle holders. he eyed the room, taking in how it had been done up for this upcoming ball- in which local families of high status gathered to have a dance, discuss general or important things, and for the youth to meet.

to yunho's dismay, his mother had set the party up to find him a wife and to showcase him as he had turned the age of eighteen, making him legally an adult. but, who could say no to a luxury ball in their grand estate? it meant he could eat whatever he pleased. staring at the oil lamps lining the room, he strode over and adjusted one of the glazed foggy glass covers to make it face the front, as it appeared to gave been knocked- as he did so he sighed and gnawed on his bottom lip, ignoring the slight tinge of ivory tasting blood on his tongue- it wasn't a severe mark.

did he want this life of luxury? yes, because it meant he got whatever he wanted and never had to worry. but no, because he didn't like talking to people and socialising for the sake of increasing social status- he found it stressful and whenever he was forced to talk to women of his age he felt anxiety heighten as he was put in an uncomfortable situation; he couldn't talk to women; they were truly beautiful but the second one would try to escort him to a privater balcony- he'd join, but then when they leaned in to kiss him it just felt weird. it made him want to throw himself off said balcony, yeah, it had felt nice briefly in the moment; to hold the women by the waist, to trail his hand up to her neck and pull her in closer. although, what stopped him was the feeling when they tried to go further, his body seized up and it didn't feel right being with women. kissing could be platonic, and he was okay kissing to appease them but taking it to the next step was just leading the latter on because he felt nothing.

shaking his head, cheeks turning more pink at the revelations and thoughts that continuously flashed up in his head uninvited and unwanted. yunho turned once more, his natural black hair combed gently into smart layers moved slightly to match his movements and rather the young man trained his gaze onto the ceiling of his great hall , the wooden and stone carved patterns popped out from the ceiling to create texture, just like how some paintings would incorporate the use of impasto to make an image pop more. the faint greens and blues on the angels within the ceiling mural were fading but still grand enough to show they were rich enough to afford paints and someone to do this to their ceiling.

hearing footsteps echo down the wooden hallway adjacent to the hallway, yunho looked to the doorway just in time to be met with his mum's gentle but something tense face.