⁝ jang estate.

@❀ choi shin Oh, he knew that look. He had felt it creeping up on his own features one too many times, in these past year and even more so these past couple of months. The distant look in a man's eyes that betrayed the fact that he was looking somewhere beyond the sight of the physical eye, mind wandering and heart yearning. Jinseok had felt that trembling inside his own chest often enough to know that there was no use in questioning his brother, right now. Sometimes, it was better to just simmer in that mutual understanding without saying it out loud. They had always been good at that, after all. It was their own form of kinship.

With a gasp, he let his brother pull him into a headlock, barely struggling as he went almost completely limp in the other man's hold, silently grumbling about his clothes getting wrinkled and his collar choking him, yet his words held little to no heat behind them, no matter if they were spoken through gritted teeth.

"Don't let him hear that or he'll have the both of us whipped", he complained, the pout on his lips turning him years younger than he actually was as he smoothed out his hair and clothing, snorting at his brother's words. "Not really? You know I don't care about hunting. But I do miss our mountain. I miss the woods there and the quiet. The capital is so... loud. And so damn nosy. Don't you feel like everybody is watching you, sometimes? It's unsettling. Listen, really, you can best me and I'd say thank you. I just want to enjoy the quiet of the forest for a little bit. And this is the /perfect/ excuse to just disappear and take a nap under a tree."

@✿ jang eundal “Oh! I apologize that your family can be a little.. hard to understand at first.” Smiling shyly, the marquess prevented the grimace from crossing his face, though he still felt pity for him. His family was far from peachy, considering he had multiple mothers on his side as well. As they distanced themselves from Dowager Countess Jang, however, Sangwook observed his friend visibly relaxing, as if he held onto these burdens for a while. In a way, he was right. People in the ton tend to be nosy, even with the mundane.

His voice returned to his normal volume as well, and not the peculiar hushed whispers they relented to. “We should be okay now! But you’re not going to the military either?” Relief swelled in his chest, as most of his friends either saw him less or abandoned him completely when they went. Although it is hard to not be swayed by the authoritative command from the Royal Army, Sangwook had a valid excuse to not participate.

As the taller man withdrew his grip from him, he stepped back to give him space as he beckoned him to the pagoda. Trailing closely behind him, he let Eundal take the lead towards their destination. Eundal walked in long strides, while he struggled with keeping the pace with his cane. Whilst strolling, he admired the neatly trimmed foliage, flowers arranged in a perfect array before taking the seat next to his friend, who was more than patient enough with his predicament.

Regarding the joviality emanated from the other, the marquess beamed at him before breaking into laughter. “Look, I would be excited to see myself too! But you should also give me some cooking lessons too. I need my future wife to appreciate my hearty meals in the future.”

@❀ choi jinseok Brotherhood meant everything to Shin, their relationship was the closest thing Shin had to be able to truly understand what being a family could possibly be about, and as he gazed upon his dearest little brother’s smile it brought him absolute joy. He couldn’t be prouder of the young man his brother has grown up to be. Jinseok may be completely oblivious to this fact, but Shin was actually the one who looked up to him with admiration. Against their father’s will, whether he had been mistreated by the elder or not, Jinseok chosed his own path despite the circumstances. At least, from Shin’s point of view, that took courage. And he ought to do the same one day.

“Is that so?” Shin’s left brow arched up out of pure curiosity and he took the pleasure for himself to make comfortable next to Jinseok.

“Glad to know my brother is full of so many capabilities. I must admit, I am a little jealous.” Lord Choi casually places a hand over his heart as he winces in fake pain upon his brother’s bold affirmation. Shin couldn’t help but laugh at his own nonsense. Something about being able to be just himself with someone he trusted more than anything felt good. And his smile has never looked more real than it does now.
“Me? Projecting my own needs?” Shin looked almost dumbstruck per Jinseok’s statement. The older lad took this moment to question himself if what his brother said were true. But deep within, what woman could he hope to impress other than the one he kept hidden in his heart? The Lord chuckled lightly and shook off the thought of the woman he had pictured, dressed in her delicate lilac hanbok with raven colored eyes. He silently clears his throat, as he then shrugged off the thought and swiftly throws an arm over Jinseok’s shoulders and pulls him towards him, locking the younger male in grasp.

“I do not care about our father's sense of approval, don’t be ridiculous!” Shin laughed light-heartedly as he ruffled Jinseok’s hair underneath his fingertips.

“So,” bringing the younger lad close, Shin whispers, “do you think you could outbeat hyung in this event?”

@✿ jin jaeha anger paints over jaeha's visage. it ought to scare jiyeon a little bit, really, when sometimes the anger in jaeha's eyes begins to resemble what she would often see from a man who was no present—the image is forever engraved in her mind, haunting her even when he's dead, and she wishes nothing more than to cut the skin from his face, if only to make herself forget.

but perhaps she has gotten used to it, the look of hostility on her former husband's eyes—she remembers being caught off guard by it the first time, when she's all too used to the hopeless, lovestruck fool he's played so well for her. or perhaps she has simply forgotten fear at this point of her life.

(but if she no longer fears, then why does she tremble? why does she tremble with a knife in her hands?)

she doesn't take a step back when he steps closer, watching. her hand twitches at his word, the urge to raise it suddenly coming in a strong wave. 'as if you don't do that already with our youngest,' he says, and she feels her temper flaring even more, the idea that she is *anything* like *them* making her want to lash out— "i've never hated onhui, jaeha. i've never detested any of our children even when i detested *you."*

her hand feels empty without the blade.

it is a struggle now, to keep her voice even. quiet. his voice rises every now and then, and for a moment, she's tempted to rile him even more, to let the world know of how he talks now. she knows they will garner attention—she knows they already do. just their presence in the same place is enough to catch the eyes of those around them. but a part of her wants to scream, wants to yell, because how *dare* he tell her about what she feels about their children? how dare he tell her how to raise the children *she* birthed herself?

"oh, my problem? is it *my* problem now to worry about the safety of my son?" she says in disbelief, unable to stop herself from rolling her eyes. "of course my priority is his safety! he's my son. it isn't as if i can just easily replace him like you're so eager on doing. i love him, and that's why i worry."

@❀ oh jiyeon he on the inside of his cheek as he hears her threaten him over that lowly figure. how many years passed and as always, it is never going to be jaeha, no matter what he does for her. a thought that he has to remind himself quite often, but clearly not enough with the pain and bitterness somehow staying strong. before he can let those words settle in, she has to push his buttons again about their family. the silent anger is evident on his face. if only they are back at his place or hers, the ruckus that would erupt between them could be possibly heard by the entire household staff like the past. for now, all he can do is tighten his fist with his blade gone from his grasp.

yet, as jiyeon has her way with the dagger, jaeha plays along. he crooks his head while she positions the weapon at his throat, watching how she handles it. for a moment he looks almost impressed, but it turns to one of amusement once he catches her trembling. jaeha closes the gap between them again with a step, this time it is his turn to have the blade push into him. his hand rests on top of hers as he taunts, “jiyeon, jiyeon, jiyeon. i know you’re confident, but don’t mistaken arrogance and foolishness for it. the world doesn’t revolve around you. perhaps, it’s a blessing that we never had our fourth. you would probably had detested that poor child with that awful mindset of yours, as if you don’t do that already with our youngest.”

taking the blade out of her hand, he taps the bottom of her chin with it once to lift her head up slightly, “next time, don’t hesitate when if you’re going to use a weapon on me.” he ends his words off with a haughty grin before finally fastening his knife on his belt.

despite his look of confidence, she has him in a fusion of rage and pettiness that only pisses him off more, knowing she has his emotions all over the place. still he scoffs at his ex, looking off to the side before meeting his eyes with hers, “just because you hate me, that doesn’t mean i am a terrible father. do you really think i would do something to our son?" already he is close to raising his voice, happening every few words or so. however, he stops it by biting his fist and keeping quiet before he asserts, “that’s your problem, jiyeon. you only care about him, but your priorities are in the wrong place. you’re hindering him and it will ruin him. he wants to go on this trip and you cannot accept that. you cannot accept he’s not your little boy that will cling onto you.”

@❀ choi shin It was a little bit ironic, how different brothers could appear on the outside, but were so similar on the inside, never short of a witty remark, a teasing comment. Or, well, perhaps they weren't even as different as Jinseok had always thought the two of them to be, looking at the both of them now, all grown up. They had the same angular, sharp jawline, a similar eye shape. Clad in the same navy blue, the resemblance was undeniable and Jinseok couldn't help but chuckle, albeit so softly it could pass as nothing but an exhale. He watched for a moment, how his brother fed his horse, his own stallion peacefully nuzzling the grass next to Jinseok's foot, bumping him with his head from time to time, just because he could.

"I do, in fact, but not for the reasons /you/ might think of", he rolled his eyes at his brother then, but the curl of his lips was amused enough to let the other man know that he wasn't truly annoyed at the teasing. "And my confidence has never been the issue here, brother. I know my own abilities and shortcomings good enough to not need a lady to cheer for me. No matter how nice that would surely be."

He paused, giving his horse a little bit of a shove to get the black beast a /subtle/ hint to stop munching on the bottom seam of his attire.

"Or are you projecting your own needs onto me? Why are you without female company on such a nice opportunity to impress someone? I'm sure father would be elated if you finally did."

@✿ jang ilwoo As Hyunji stepped out of the palanquin, she was greeted by the familiar sight of Ilwoo waiting for her at the gate. His jest brought a smile to her lips, momentarily lifting her spirits amidst the somber atmosphere of the estate.

"Thank you, Lord Jang," Hyunji replied with a gracious nod, acknowledging his concern. "My father insisted me to have a few guards and handmaidens, given that I'm the only girl in our family. He thought it best to ensure my safety, even though he's not here with me." she explained, her tone laced with a hint of amusement. Her father's overprotectiveness was a constant source of exasperation, but she appreciated his concern nonetheless.

As she stepped closer to Ilwoo, she couldn't help but notice the tension that seemed to linger in the air around him. Concern flickered in her eyes as she regarded him, silently wondering what troubled him so deeply.

"Is everything alright, Lord Jang?" she inquired softly, her gaze searching his face for any sign of distress. Despite their brief acquaintance, she had come to see Ilwoo as a friend, and she couldn't bear to see him troubled.

But before he could respond, Hyunji's expression brightened with excitement as she remembered the purpose of her visit. "Oh, and speaking of safety, I come bearing news," she exclaimed, her eyes sparkling with anticipation. "Only one guard and a servant will be accompanying me in the forest so there is no need to be worried of leaving me unattended," she added with a playful grin.

Leaning in closer, she lowered her voice conspiratorially. "So, when do we start the hunting, Lord Jang?" she asked eagerly, her adventurous spirit shining through. Despite the solemn atmosphere of the estate, Hyunji was determined to make the most of her time here, embracing the opportunity for adventure and excitement.

@✿ jang ilseong Having preferred the indoors to the great outdoors, Hyeongwon finds himself at odds when it came to building a tent for them to camp in. If it were up to him, he would rather be by a certain marchioness’ side. However, it was an event that his best friend was hosting, so when he was asked if he would attend, he did not hesitate in giving Ilseong his full support.

What he was not prepared for was the fact that he not only had to sleep outdoors, but he would also have to build the tent that he would sleep in. Hyeongwon was one to try anything once in his life and this would be his first attempt in building a tent. He preferred all things scholarly so frankly, he was out of his element. Ilseong’s statement breaks him from his frustration as he throws the rope down the ground. A frown was evident in his features.

“Oh, shut up duke Jang, be a good host and help me. Why ever do we need to build our own tents anyway. So barbaric.” He mutters in distaste.

“I need more than a hand, Ilseong. I need you to build this tent for me.” He says, suddenly grinning as he waited for Ilseong to begin with helping him. It was a jest, despite his spoiled tendencies, the marquess would not allow his dear friend and the event’s host to toil in labor on his own. As soon as the duke showed him where everything went, he was able to figure out the rest on his own, albeit imperfect, with Ilseong’s help, he was able to finish preparations soon enough.

“Now we just need to make sure we bring our gear yeah? What ever do you think the ladies are up to now?” His gaze travels back to the direction of the estate where Eunbyeol was undoubtedly engaging in gossip with her two other best friends.

@✿ oh bitna As soon as he received the invitation to partake in the hunt, Sejin wasted no time to prepare for it. Guided by the countless archery books that he’s read up and practiced with over the years, he was eager to test out his skills. Though archery was not one of his many talents, he was eager to improve, and he also hoped to perhaps see a certain lady who was undoubtedly just as enthusiastic as he was about the hunt. Despite the cease in their communication ever since that fateful event.

He was even more excited to know that Bitna would be attending as well so he offers to be the one to her to Mungyeong. For the travel from Hanseong would undoubtedly be lack luster when traversed alone. Sejin makes sure that Bitna also had the equipment necessary. A set of bow an arrows, as well as daggers just for emergency.

The nature that surrounded them reminded him of his occupation as he surveyed the territory. No imminent threats, though one can never be too cautious. Especially when he was with his dear sister.

“hmm?” He responds as he awaited for Bitna to finish speaking, listening intently as he continued to secure his own gear.

“I would wager..anyone in the military would do but especially the single ones. Though there are a lot of interesting characters present.” Sejin chuckles uncharacteristically. Perhaps only his sister can manage to rouse the inner gossiper in him.

“Look at me gossiping..How about you, are you going to be watching over your dear fiancé. Or will you be looking out for someone else?” He manages to redirect the question to her.

“You know, you can join the hunt as well. But only if you stick by me. Though I suspect you would want to go off on your own. So, I suppose joining the ladies is a safer option.” He nods to his own statement. Always prioritizing his sibling’s safety above all else. They had many enemies and he liked that Bitna is where he could protect her should anything happen.

“Would you be disappointed when I tell you that no such lassie exists for your orabeoni? In fact I may only be the one without a supporter. So I will count on you in that front.” He lies, for he still hoped that the one he secretly yearned for would show. Not to cheer him on, but to perhaps also partake in the hunt.

@✿ jin jaeha jiyeon can almost laugh at jaeha's words, but she doesn't. instead, a smile mimicking the mockery in his voice paints itself over her lips, coy in the way her lips curve. "why should i go looking for one, really, when you've already served yourself to me on a silver platter?" it is easy, for rage to rise within her, easily flowing through her veins as it tries to consume her. she can only imagine what her lover went through at this man's mercy—if there was any. her gaze hardens, jaw clenching. her voice lowers, quiet enough for only the two of them to hear, but a threat makes itself known underneath. "touch him again, and you *will* not like what i'll do to you, jin jaeha."

she holds onto the dagger pressed against her stomach, her grasp tightening. if this were unsheathed, she's certain that the blade would have dug into her skin, would've cut her skin to bleed onto the expensive fabric of her attire. the hint of controlled violence does not go unnoticed. "this family was already destroyed the moment you asked for my hand, jaeha," she says, still with a smile on her face, and there is almost a manic glint in her eyes, dancing with anger. "do not put the blame only on me for this godforsaken mess of a family you've so terribly wished for."

she pushes jaeha away with her other hand, grabbing the dagger away from his hold. "*no,* i am upset that you let him on this hunting trip knowing exactly what happened before," she says through gritted teeth, and she points the dagger at her former husband then, pressing the sheathed tip against the base of his throat. "if something happens to jaeyong—if he so much as suffers a single scratch where there shouldn't be—!" her hand is trembling, she realizes, and the dagger leaves his throat only slightly, lowering down to his chest. "how do i trust you to keep jaeyong safe, when you've already been trying to find a replacement?"

@❀ oh jiyeon a forced smile forms when he hears her refer to him by his name and it tightens more as she goes on, but it does not take long for that to end when he hears her accusation of him not considering jaeyong’s wellbeing. instead, he throws his rag to the table, finally meeting his eye with his former wife. “and here i thought, jiyeon-ah, you were here looking for a clueless nobleman to toy with and dry. perhaps, most of them caught onto your penchant for limbless soldiers. remind me again, was it a hand or a finger? i'm always happy to add another missing limb to the list,” the mockery is thick in his voice, especially as he calls her too by her name and his reference to a particular soldier.

however, the teasing is over with a switch. if looks could kill, now would be the time. his jaw tightens for a second as he shoves his dagger back into his sheath. it is with his protected blade, he presses the tip against her stomach gently, hissing at her, “don’t you dare question my ability to protect and care for our children. remember who’s the one that destroyed this family.” with that line his anger takes over once more, not even realizing how he sinks his dagger in her, “i know what happened, you don’t think i considered that? before we left for this trip, i talked to him about this. i made sure he has everything he needs, that he has protection, more than what i need. i will be by his side. unlike you, i put all of our children first before my selfish wants.”

a sudden realization comes to him, one that has him lowering his head as he snickers once again, “he didn’t tell you he would be on this hunt. that’s why you must be here. you’re upset he went to me about this and not mother dearest first.”

@✿ moon hyeongwon As the fellow hunters were setting up their tents and checking their supplies at the encampment, Ilseong took a step back to admire his work on his own tent. It went up smoothly, no thanks to the tricks he had learned in the military all those years ago. He hated his upbringing for many reasons, but he was grateful for being able to hunt, and for being able to be in the military. His love of hunting was what motivated him to hold this event. Although, he had his concerns if whether or not the party would run smoothly, he could not let those worries be known. It did bring him a sense of comfort to see the turnout; friends and acquaintances from all over had shown up. Speaking of friends... the Duke's gaze landed on his closest friend, currently tangled up in rope.

"Now, Marquess Moon, you know this isn't /that/ type of party. Get out of the ropes," he laughed as he walked up on his friend. Taking ahold on the end of the rope, Ilseong pulled on it to unravel it from around Hyeongwon's body. He then knelt down to pick up the stakes and a mallet, standing back up. "Do you need a hand, or...? Should you figure it out?"

@❀ kim hyunji As the sun casted a warm golden hue over the sprawling grounds of the Jang estate, the preparations for the annual hunt were in full swing. Servants hurried about, setting up tables laden with an array of delicacies and refreshing drinks, ensuring that every detail was attended to for the esteemed guests who would soon arrive.

Amidst the bustling activity, Ilwoo sat on a plush couch in the grand living room, his gaze distant as he swirled the glass of wine in his hand. He had little enthusiasm for the upcoming hunt, his thoughts clouded with a sense of apprehension. Why had his brother insisted on hosting this event? Was it merely a political maneuver, a way to curry favor with the queen and bolster the family's standing?

Meanwhile, his elder brother and current head of the household, paced about with an air of anticipation, his excitement palpable as he oversaw the final preparations. His enthusiasm was infectious, but Ilwoo couldn't shake the feeling of unease gnawing at him from within. He was dreading this hunt.

Lost in his thoughts, Ilwoo was jolted from his reverie by the voice of a servant. "My Lord, Lady Kim has arrived," the servant announced, breaking the silence that had settled over the room.

Quickly rising from his seat, Ilwoo handed his half-empty wine glass to the servant and made his way to the gate to greet his friend. As Hyunji's carriage pulled into view, he couldn't help but feel a surge of relief at seeing her safe.

" Hyun- Lady Kim, I'm glad you've arrived in one piece," Ilwoo greeted her with a hint of jest, a warm smile gracing his features. Despite the turmoil swirling within him, he was determined to maintain a facade of composure for Hyunji's sake, offering her a sense of welcome amidst the chaos of the estate.

@❀ choi jinseok Shin, the oldest of the Choi brother’s, finely clothed in his favorite navy blue hunting attire with a well-sculpted bow resting along his fit figurine, the older man turned to his younger brother and wore an elegant grin before the lad.

“This event is no different from when we go out hunting ourselves, brother.” The dauntless Lord Choi made a firm and truthful declaration as he turned away to tend to his horse. The strong black animal began to nimble at the carrot Shin held before her and the investigator could not help, but simply smiled softly upon his obedient friend.

“You speak as if you have a lady in mind, Jinseok.” Once again turning in the direction of his little brother, after his horse had finished the rest of the veggestable Shin then looked up to meet Jinseok’s gaze.

“Should I seek the woman you are thinking of and ask her to join you? Maybe if she were here, it may help boost my little brother here’s confidence in this hunt.” Lord Choi gestured towards Jinseok with a teasing grin, almost feeling guilty for messing around with his little brother.

However, this was just how things were between the pair. Two brothers arm in arm till the end.

@✿ oh sejin Bitna exits the comfort of her tent to take a break away from the claustrophobic atmosphere in her personal housing. Instead of taking the pleasure of enjoying senseless gossiping with others and drinking fine winery, Bitna could not be more disappointed in the idea that she could not join the suitors in their competition of the hunting event.

There was nothing particularly difficult about wielding a bow and expertly shooting the expected target. Over the years, Lady Oh’s father Duke Jiwoon had made certain his children all excelled in their expertise in regards to the arts of military. The weapon of choice did not matter, for as long as the user knows how to wield it, they have absolutely nothing to fear.

The bow was one of Bitna’s favorite.
It is such a shame she does not get the opportunity to show her skills.

“Say Orabeoni,” Bitna turns to her side to speak with her dearest old brother, “since I must join the fellow suitress’s in a few mere moments for ridiculous conversing, which bachelor should I place my bet on to attract the attention of these gossiping women for a pleasurable entertainment?” A conniving smirk crept its way across the Marchioness' lovely visage as she gazed upon Sejin for an answer? She knew he would most likely scold her for even muttering such an absurd statement.

But Oh Bitna was bold. Although she does treasure her reputation greatly, sometimes, it does not hurt to have a little fun.

“Surely, my dearest orabeoni should be rooted on by another lovely lassie here today, I believe you do not need me to voice my support for you in this game. Father trained us well, wouldn’t you agree?”

@❁ hong yeoreum yeongho was excited about this hunting event, but unfortunately for him, one of his arms was wounded by a sword with his friend. it's nothing big as yul helped him with the bandages under his hanbok, so nobody would find him actually in pain. hence, he can't join it. yul was staying by his side all the time to ensure his young lord wasn't trying to do something rash because, knowing yeongho, his young lord might suddenly grab the bows and leave him alone. that man doesn't even care about himself, even though he's hurt or not.

yeongho looked around the place in envy before he sighed. "i wish i could participate this time." yul could only smile at his young lord's remarks before he assured him, "don't worry, my lord, we can definitely go hunting when your condition gets better. i will be happy to accompany you!" yeongho rolled his eyes in a playful way. "you should just leave me alone for today, you know."

hearing that made yul laugh. "aye, my lord, don't say that. i need to tag along because of your condition, and you're being stubborn about going here." yeongho sighed, and somehow his gaze fell upon a certain lady, which took him aback.

it was her. right?

his eyes couldn't play these tricks again. that lady isn't dasom, for sure, but their resemblance is so uncanny it got yeongho's heart to skip a beat. yul followed his gaze to the certain lady and gasped. "oh my, isn't that lady hong, the acupuncturist." yeongho diverted his gaze away and cleared his throat. "i don't remember her."

lies. there's no way he could forget about the embarrassing incidents between them. yul turned to look at yeongho in disbelief. "my lord, why are you having this amnesia so early? you're only 27 years old." yeongho scoffed. "shut up. why would i remember her? so what if i'm 27? i can't forget things or something?" yul chuckled. "my lord, you're so unbelievable. maybe i'll let her remind you about herself," said yul before he made his way first towards the said lady and her female friend. yeongho hissed in annoyance. aish. this is not how he wants it to be.

yul went to lady hong and greeted her in excitement. "my lady, it's a pleasure to meet you. i came here with my lord, but it seems like he's forgotten about you. do you want to help him remember? because i genuinely think he's lying," he uttered nonchalantly. yeongho, who was not far from them, could only sigh at yul's remarks.

@❀ choi shin "It's been a while, hm?", Jinseok remarked as he gazed out across the slowly gathering crowd of nobles, absentmindedly plucking the string of the hunting bow their father had sent for him. So he wouldn't embarrass himself, the letter said. "Us, going out for a hunting trip, I mean." The smile he sent his brother was slightly crooked when he placed the bow back down, fingers lingering on the intricate designs carved into the hardened wood, polished by the hands that held it before them. For a brief moment, he wondered if the last time had been when Jinseok had still been dead-set at becoming a soldier, or if Shin had managed to needle him enough to get him out into the woods after that. He chuckled, shaking his head at his own thoughts. "One of us should have brought a lovely lady to tag along. We look kind of sad. The ladyless Choi brothers."

@✿ jin jaeha a raise of an eyebrow follows jaeha's words, jiyeon's irk worsening from the way he ignores her gaze the first time she approached. but there are eyes and ears everywhere, of course, and she is quite keen on keeping an image, for the sake of her name, as well as the reputation of her eldest son.

"i did not think my absence would bother you that much, jaeha." the title is dropped easily. her voice is quiet, even if her words are laced with barely hidden venom. "why, did you think i would like to stay in bed until the mornings with you?"

but she raises a hand dismissively. "but no, you know exactly why i am here," she says. "did you think this through? letting our son attend another hunting event knowing full well what happened the last time he'd gone hunting?" she's tempted to reach for the dagger, stab it on a nearby table—but she doesn't. instead, she keeps her hand clenched by her side. "you know what happened last time. would you be able to ensure he stays safe this time around?"

@❀ oh jiyeon jaeha’s attention seemed to be on his daggers and arrows that he gave a thorough polish on, but his eyes did not fail him in checking on two individuals at today’s hunt. the first was his eldest son, jaeyong, who was a few feet away. he made sure before leaving the family’s estate that his son was well rested, but also the best provisions for today’s hunt. every bit of jaeha’s body was tense, ready to jump into action if anything was to happen to his heir. he did not want a repeat of history.

even with his worries, he always seemed to have enough room on his mind for oh jiyeon. despite the change in her status, he should had known there was a possibility of her presence today. their son, of course. their children were their forever bond whether they liked it or not.

from the corner of his eye, he spotted his ex approaching him that had him not hesitate in revealing a smug smirk. however, with her right in front of him, he did not look at her. instead, he focused on wiping his dagger’s blade as he snickered, “well isn’t this unexpected. i thought you voiced yourself loud and clear the last time. what else bothering you now?” for a moment, he glanced at her only to narrow his eyes before continuing with his words, low enough for them to hear, “you had a chance to talk a couple of weeks ago, but you were gone by the time i woke up. keep it quick. i have other things to tend to.”

@✿ geum hangyeol Stifling a yawn behind her hand, Seoyul wished for nothing more than to escape the makeshift tent that looked over the expanse of forest in the Jang estate where the hunting party would soon gather.

Like many of the events that she had been forced to attend in the past, Seoyul often found herself feigning pretense with a group of unfamiliar ladies that hail from noble households she has never heard of before. Her stepmother's insistence on her attending these gatherings were a constant source of irritation to her, one she’d much rather avoid. However, having been unable to escape her home before dawn, Seoyul now found herself sitting among the group of gossiping ladies, nodding politely at their conversations that revolved around embroidery, cosmetics, and the latest court debates.

As the ladies around her continued their chatter excitedly, their attention suddenly shifted to the spectacle of gallant men riding on horseback. Seoyul, however, remained uninterested as the group of ladies swooned and whispered with fascination.

But as her gaze momentarily wandered over the scene, her eyes met the gaze of the person she had hoped to avoid—Geum Hangyeol. The mere sight of him ignited a mix of emotions within her, none of which she wanted to acknowledge. Yet, here he was, among the crowd of hunters, looking quite dashing in his gear. Seoyul's facade faltered for a brief moment before quickly putting on a mask of indifference.

She was not thrilled with the idea of having to pretend like his presence didn't bother her, especially in front of these nosy women who thrived on gossip in such a public setting. Taking a deep breath, she forced herself to remain calm, determined not to let Hangyeol disrupt her composure.

@✿ jang eundal Soo, now going by her new identity as a detective, arrived in Mungyeong for the hunting event held by the Jang clan. Despite her boss being occupied with other matters, she didn't mind going alone. After all, working solo was something she was accustomed to.

As she strolled through the grand estate, Soo couldn't help but marvel at the opulence surrounding her. The Jang clan spared no expense when it came to hosting their events. However, her attention quickly shifted to the task at hand – gathering information.

With her small stature and youthful appearance, Soo easily blended into the crowd, appearing as nothing more than a curious teenager exploring the estate. She made her way towards the kitchen, knowing that it often served as a hub of activity and gossip during events like these.

Then she went over to the courtyard, only to get bumped into a young man. She almost fell over but luckily, she managed to stand her ground, she looked at the other wearing black and blue hunting outfit. Soo blinked, "My apologies... I didn't seem to look on my way." She bowed respectfully.

@❀ jeon gyunwoo Though he was not well versed in the art of hunting, Songmin had faith in his pinpoint accuracy in archery and of course, his stealthy stallion. Contrasting the frigid air in the capital was the clear sky overlooking Mungyeong. Mounted on his steed, he headed to the clearing for the encampment and to ready himself for the hunt. After dismounting from his saddle, he ensured his quiver of arrows slung securely on his shoulder, before holding his bow steadily. In his meandering amidst the forest, he attempted to survey the area briefly, before recognizing a familiar presence nearby. “Gyunwoo! You need some assistance?” A chuckle rose from his lips as he approached his friend. “I wasn’t expecting a scholar like yourself in these parts. But I suppose it is never too late to tread unfamiliar waters, moreso forests.”

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Eundal was not happy about having so many people at the estate, so many people near his things and most likely invading his privacy. After a hushed argument and changing into the black and dark blue hunting outfit, not that he was going hunting. Instead of going out to greet guests, he slipped away to the kitchens before being chased out by the cook, saying he could come back later, orders from his mother at least he assumed so. Grumbling to himself he made his way back towards the main courtyard, hovering close to the main house, leaning against the column and pouting. He was not happy about it and wasn’t allowed to say anything but he sure would let his face show it.

@✿ jin jaeha The glares sent her way do not go unnoticed by Jiyeon.

She's expected it the moment she's decided to come to this event, knowing full well that she'll see some... *faces* she doesn't hope to see. But it is worry that has her coming here, the rumors of her son once again participating in an event such as this one reaching her ears. The last hunting incident has been... it has been years since then, but the worry it's caused has long become permanent in her mind. A logical part of her knows that it is time for Jaeyong to make appearances once more, but the more irrational part of her makes her walk up to the man who is the target of her ire regarding this (and many other things, but those have another time and place to be thinking about), meeting his glare with one of her own.

Perhaps she should be smiling. She has an image to uphold. But she doesn't, and only does so when she's standing in front of him—Jin Jaeha, the man she loathes to see. "Your Grace," she says, and it's almost as sweet as before, a smile on her lips, cordial as it is polite. But there is a subtle glare in her eyes, one that she's certain he'll notice. "May I have a moment? I wish to speak with you."

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The brisk air was in stark contrast with the clear sky on the first morning of the hunt organized by the Jang family, making it the perfect conditions for one. Gyunwoo looked around, scanning the vicinity with a neutral expression before glancing down at the bow and arrow his father had shoved in his hand. Aptly weighted though Gyunwoo had to admit embarrassingly that he was a terrible aim, and more of a scholar than a fighter. Still, it would do him no good to not atleast try and if all else fails he could always revel in the forests of Mungyeong. With an hour to spare, he begins to set up his essentials to ensure his safety.

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The past few days, the servants worked hard to make sure everything within the estate was clean and tidy and neatly arranged for the incoming guests. And outside in the forests, there was a clearing that was perfect for setting up camping arrangements as well as a bonfire circle. The Jangs took hunting parties seriously, in terms of the organizational efforts. But the event itself would be all in good fun with the ladies (or those who chose to stay behind), enjoying fine imported food and drink from neighboring countries, while the men would be out hunting, staying in tents overnight, before returning by evening the next day.

Ilseong, dressed appropriately for the weather, but also for the occasion, greeted the guests after making sure the families had arrived. Settled on his forearm was one of his goshawks, Uloe, his golden tag hanging from one of his ankles. "Good morning, friends! It's my family's honor to host all of you the next two days. This weekend will be a time to relax, a time to bond with one another, and to hopefully, find some solace. Hunters will be out in the forests, gathering small game. While others may enjoy what the House of the Cardinal Bird has to offer from our generous allies in foreign lands. Hunters, we will be setting off in one hour! May your arrows hit their marks and your hunt be bountiful."

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noble lords and ladies, gather your spirits for a grand hunting extravaganza!

in the forests around the ancestral jang estate, amidst the rustling leaves and whispering winds, the hunt shall unfold with all the pomp and circumstance befitting our esteemed guests. swift hounds shall dart like shadows, guided by the skilled hands of our hunters, as they seek the elusive prey that roams the wilderness.

gallant men shall mount their steeds and wield their bows in pursuit of noble quarry, whilst fair maidens grace the company with their presence. upon tables adorned with foreign fineries, they may await the return of their brave companions, regaling in gossip and jest, indulging in the luxuries afforded by our station.

it will be a gathering of the highest echelons of society, where amidst times of hardship in our kingdom, we find respite and solace in each other's company. let us raise our goblets in toast to this grand occasion, and may the hunt be bountiful, and the festivities merry!

˚✿ ic date: february 5 & 6, 1870.
˚✿ ooc date: may 5th - may 12th
˚✿ venue: the jang estate in mungyeong.
˚✿ invitation: https://i.imgur.com/U3KuPxA.png

⊹ as the house of the cardinal bird is a prominent family that holds roles in the palace and political influence, we expect to canon all prominent upper-class (yangban + jungin) families do attend to maintain good relationships as this getaway will be a great networking opportunity.
⊹ we also recommend having replies and interactions in the forms of one-liners, short paragraphs, and open starters for easy mingling purposes. however, you are free to post as much as you like and use the occasion as a plot device or point within reasonable means.

〖 all mini events are not mandatory but participation is highly encouraged! 〗

@✿ jang ilwoo Hyunji sat comfortably in her carriage, the rhythmic sound of hooves on the dirt road lulling her into a sense of calm. Beside her sat a few of her trusted guards, their presence a reassuring reminder of her safety. Behind them, her maids and servants chattered excitedly, eager to see what awaited them at the Jang estate in Mungyeong.

As the carriage rolled along the winding road, Hyunji's thoughts drifted back to her last encounter with Ilwoo in the Hanseong marketplace. Despite the chaotic circumstances, there had been a connection between them, a shared sense of purpose as they faced danger together. Hyunji couldn't shake the feeling that there was more to their meeting than mere chance.

Arriving at the Jang estate, Hyunji stepped out of the carriage, her guards and servants following closely behind. The estate was grand and imposing, with sprawling grounds that spoke of the Jang family's wealth and influence. As they made their way towards the main entrance, Hyunji's heart raced with anticipation.

@✿ jang eundal As Youngjae made his way towards the Jang estate, a heavy weight of concern settled in his chest. The famine had taken its toll on the country, and he couldn't help but worry about his friend Eundal, who worked as a chef at the estate. With taxes raised and food shortages plaguing the land, Youngjae couldn't shake the feeling that Eundal might be facing hardships of his own.

The path to the Jang estate seemed longer than usual, each step weighed down by the burden of uncertainty. Youngjae couldn't bear the thought of his friend struggling to make ends meet, especially now when every meal felt like a luxury.

Determined to check on Eundal and offer whatever support he could, Youngjae quickened his pace, his heart heavy with worry. As he approached the gates of the Jang estate, he couldn't help but feel a sense of foreboding as he approached the gates. He called out to the guards, his voice tinged with urgency and confidence. "I'm here to see Lord Eundal," he explained, his tone leaving no room for refusal. "I am here to check on him. Please, let me through."

@❁ byun sangwook Eundal smiled widely, happy to see his friend. Eundal laughed softly, finally releasing his friend and taking a step back. It had only been a few months since he had seen his friend but Eundal could tell he was taller than before, his gaze now naturally going down whenever he spoke to another. He was also happy to be out of his studies, even if just for a little bit. He moved to take Sangwook’s arm and slowly moved away from his mother’s room and towards the gardens.

“It isn’t eomma, it is Dowager Countess Jang, she disciplined eomma again blaming me for something that I didn’t do.” Eundal whispers, glancing around before sighing.He felt like he could finally breathe. “Let’s sit in the pagoda. It is nice.” Eundal helps Sangwook to the Pagoda, pulling his arm back, while waiting for his friend to sit before joining him, another sigh escaping him as the youngest Jang leaned back against the bench.

“Sorry to drag over here, but..too many eyes and ears over there that listen. So annoying.” Eundal pouts for a moment before smiling again, reaching out to grab Sangwook’s hands. “I am going to be a chef. I made an agreement, so I don’t have to join the army.” Eundal giggled happily. “I am also happy you are here. I wanted to talk to you all summer, but I was in trouble. How have you been?” Eundal inquired before finally releasing Sangwook’s hands. “Sorry. I was excited.” Eundal smiled again, his gaze moving to the flowers around them.

Eundal had spent the summer longing to talk to someone, To Sangwook, but he also wasn’t sure how his friend would be able to help him. It had been a confusing summer, causing the youngest Jang to question everything about everything or that is how it felt. But instead of talking about the confusing parts Eundal turned his attention to the confirmed parts. “I get to cook, and no one will yell at me anymore for it. I can practice all I want, even take lessons.” He beamed proudly over at at Sangwook.