After the onslaught of the Afflicted and the migration into walled cities, livestock became a valuable asset and also a burden. Housing for the beasts was problematic, and most cities had large sections of land specifically for raising large numbers of herd animals. The distribution to slaughterhouses and butchers was regulated by the city government officials and due to this uniform system, a price limit was set for certain meats to avoid the rising of the price of meat to astronomical heights.
Most citizens had small garden plots behind their homes for basic necessities, and for what they could not grow they relied on the merchant houses. The merchants that controlled the large quantities of wheat, barley, and rice were known collectively as Gogmul Agma or grain demons. Grains were not regulated by the government as livestock were and therefore the Gogmul Agma charged whatever they wished. It was only the competition between them that kept the Gogmul Agma from making the prices unreachable.
The Gogmul Agma grew their crops in walled compounds outside of the city. These were often less fortified and contained enough housing for several overseers and guards. Annually the Gogmul Agma would hire farmhands to help harvest their stores.
Very little was done in parliament about the unfair monopoly over grain as many merchants gave noble families bribes to keep them contented.
--Gogmul Agma: The Survival of Agriculture in an Era Under Seige by Christopher Hutchins 1942
Chapter 9
Streets of
Hanseong, Hanseong
Monday,
3:00pm, April 25th , 1858
“I believe I found what you’re
looking for.”
Kyungsoo barely flinched when a hand
closed on his arm and turned him down a side street. He’d recognized the voice
immediately, and this had happened so many times over the past two weeks that
it hardly seemed odd anymore.
Kim Jongin had a tendency to appear sporadically,
and it was usually to invite Kyungsoo to eat with him or stroll the streets as
he told him of the vacant homes of Hanseong and whether or not they were worth
looking into.
“The last one was hardly fitting to
even be called a home.” Kyungsoo responded aridly, raising an eyebrow.
“I was misinformed.” Jongin
murmured, not looking the least apologetic. He rarely did. Kyungsoo had yet to
see any emotion aside from smug and amused cross the man’s face. Kyungsoo
wasn’t entirely certain how Jongin found him each time. He never told him where
he’d be. He simply showed up at his side and beckoned him to follow.
Kyungsoo could only hope that this
time Jongin’s time had been well spent. “People are staring at us.” Kyungsoo
had noticed this happening quite often when Jongin was around, and he had the
sinking suspicion that they were staring at his friend and not him. Jongin cut
a much more dramatic figure, after all.
“People enjoy staring at things. And
gossiping about them.” Jongin glanced behind them and smirked. “It gives them
something to do.”
“I’d prefer they do their jobs.”
Kyungsoo responded. Which reminded him, he had a stack of essays to grade by
the end of the week. “Do you know how long this will take?”
“We’ll need to take a carriage. It’s
a bit further downtown.” Jongin ushered him toward the curb where a stagecoach
was parked and waiting for a customer. “Geum-eocho Street.” He called up to the
driver before slipping inside.
Kyungsoo climbed in after him, still
unsure if this was worth it. Knowing his luck, Jongin would ask him to pay for
the carriage. He always seemed to find a way to foist the expenses of their
ventures onto the doctor.
Kyungsoo settled against the seat of
the stagecoach and tried to ignore the heavy perfume that pervaded the
compartment. The person who had used it before had left quite a mark. Kyungsoo
pinched the bridge of his nose and gave a small sigh. It was going to give him
a headache and he had too many papers to grade to go to bed early that night.
If they
arrived back by night. He wasn’t entirely certain where they were going.
Geum-eocho Street was not familiar to him, though he could hardly count himself
an expert of Hanseong. He needed to find a home soon. Chanyeol had written
saying that Jongdae was itching to publish his paper and that he was suspicious
that someone was following the two Chinese men they’d picked up. He wasn’t
entirely sure who or why, but he didn’t think it was safe that they remain in
Haeju much longer.
“I never asked what your profession
was.”
Jongin blinked, and his lips tilted
into a smile. “No, you didn’t.”
Kyungsoo crossed his arms over his
chest. “Well?”
Jongin cocked his head to the side
and sucked on his bottom lip for a moment before he answered. “It involves
quite a bit of lying down in various places and pondering the cruelties of fate.”
Kyungsoo gave a small laugh. “So
you’re either a philosopher or a rake.”
Jongin’s eyes flashed. “A bit of
both.” They fell into a comfortable silence as the stagecoach bumped across
uneven cobblestones. The entire city seemed to be on the streets today.
Kyungsoo
closed his eyes and he could almost imagine the perfume to be his mother’s, and
the soft rocking of the stagecoach and the shouts of vendors calling out their
wares in Korean filled him with a painful nostalgia. It had been happening more
and more lately. It had been easy to stave it off while in London. Few things
there reminded him of the things he loved and missed.
But here he
was face to face with it every morning. It was tiring. Nostalgia could be
crippling. He had seen it destroy people, those who would prefer to reminisce
on what was and were constantly disappointed with the reality that didn’t add
up.
He needed
to look forward. Looking back would only fill him with regret.
“We’ve
arrived.”
Kyungsoo’s
eyes flickered open to find Jongin staring at him, one slender eyebrow raised
in question. The stagecoach had slowed to a halt, and the driver was shouting
to them that they could alight.
“Of
course.” Kyungsoo straightened his cravat and stepped outside. He reached into
his jacket pocket and walked up to the driver, “How much, sir?”
“6
shillings.” The cabbie answered, straight faced. His clothing, though English,
was poorly made and poorly kept. His coat was tattered around the edges, and
the elbows had been patched multiple times. He did not have a tophat. Instead,
a traditional gat sat atop a tightly bound topknot and it was so garish a
contradiction that it almost fit.
“Here. 12
shillings if you will return here within the hour.”
“Of course,
sir.” The man ducked his head in a slightly bow and hurriedly grabbed the money
from Kyungsoo’s gloved hand. He watched the driver pull back out into the
crowded street, shouting for people to move aside so he could turn.
“Well?”
“Well
what?” Kyungsoo turned and paused. It was four stories high, with smooth white
walls and shuttered windows boarded in black wood. The entryway was made of
good, solid brick, and the entirety of the building was surrounded by
wrought-iron. There was a tree in the yard—trees in London were a rarity
outside the parks but Hanseong had them in abundance.
“Shall we go inside?” Jongin asked,
holding up a key that Kyungsoo belatedly wondered how he’d gotten. The door
opened easily, and Kyungsoo allowed Jongin to lead him into a relatively
unfurnished entryway.
“How do you like it?” Jongin stepped
inside, placing his top hat on the hat rack near the door. He slid off his coat
and did the same.
“I
think this place certainly qualifies as a townhouse.” Kyungsoo gave a small
nod, staring around the foyer. “And you said it comes with all that I asked
for?”
“A
full basement complete with furnace. It seemed large enough that it could be
converted to a smelter for your work. The first floor has a large parlor to the
left that can be used for private practice. There are enough rooms upstairs to
house the entire railway company, and there’s even a greenhouse out back. I’m
afraid that the library is smaller than you would have hoped for.”
Kyungsoo
gave a small laugh. “I’d like to see the basement first.”
Jongin
led him down the large hall, and he eyed the rooms as they went until they
reached a door that required another of Jongin’s mysteriously procured keys.
The stairwell was dark—he’d need to get oil lamps properly installed—and about
one flight down the steps turned to the right and followed along the stone
foundation of the home. Kyungsoo ran his hand along it. Good stone, no signs of
mold. Air tight. He’d need that for his experiments.
“This
home was owned by a former marquis whose family perished when Jeonju fell.”
Jongin held up a lamp he’d retrieved from the base of the stairs and lit it.
The basement was all Kyungsoo could
have asked for.
It was basically one large, open
floor with a storage room in the far left corner. Alongside one wall was the
furnace. It was a relatively decent size, he’d be able to make most of what he
needed here.
“Those that inherited it moved to
Wonju and never returned, but they’re asking for quite a hefty sum.” Jongin
turned to his shorter companion. “Can you afford it?”
“If I had to rely on my pay from
the university I’d only be able to afford the library.” Kyungsoo snorted. “Of
course I have the funds. I can procure them within two days. When will I be
able to move in?”
“You seem eager to leave the
university.”
“Only because I am constantly
mistaken for a student by everyone.” Kyungsoo muttered. “Looking younger than
your students is terrible. Not to mention that I am younger than several of them.”
Jongin
nodded. “They’re certainly more likely to resent you than respect you.”
Kyungsoo
sighed. “As a friend, shouldn’t you be giving me something positive to think
about?” He began his way up the stairs, Jongin and the light following behind.
Jongin seemed oddly quiet until they reached the top and he’d locked the
basement door.
“We’re
friends now?”
Kyungsoo
blinked, looked a bit confused. “Well what else could we be?” They’d certainly
spent enough time together to be considered such.
Lovers. “Acquaintances.”
Kyungsoo
laughed, “I don’t believe in acquaintances. There are two types of people.
Those I like and those I dislike.”
“What
about those you’re indifferent toward?”
“Indifference
is a type of distaste.” Kyungsoo answered. “Because it isn’t that you don’t
care. You actively think about not caring which means there must be some kind
of dislike.”
“I
disagree.” Jongin answered. “I think there are those who do not care because they
are not affected by the existence of others.”
Kyungsoo
gave a smile that said he didn’t agree with him but didn’t want to say no.
“That’s quite a lonely way to look at life.”
“You’re
the one who said you only like or dislike people.” Jongin answered coolly,
grabbing his hat and coat from the hallway and placing them on with a rigid
grace.
“How
is that lonely?” Kyungsoo blinked, “You can only like or dislike through
interactions and observations with others. That’s hardly lonely.”
“You
can be in a room full of people and still be alone.” Jongin muttered. He
watched a flicker of something akin to pain flash through Kyungsoo’s eyes as
the other man said simply, “I know.” A smile touched his lips and his eyes were
kind again, “But back to the matter at hand. Are we friends?”
“I
suppose,” Jongin murmured, and a small smile spread across his lips as they
stepped out into the daylight. “Since you don’t believe in acquaintances.”
Jongin only
believed in acquaintances. He had no friends and he had no enemies because he
didn’t care enough for either. But he supposed, for Kyungsoo, he would make an
exception.
Haeju
Weekly Press, Haeju
Monday,
noon, April 25th , 1858
Zitao stared down the handle of the
broom and took three long, even breaths. The broom wasn’t the same as a bo
staff, but it was certainly closer in heft than the sledge hammer he’d used
before.
He’d been asked to clean up a few of
the rooms and had been left to his own devices with little else to do but
wonder why he and his brother were still here. Yixing had gone with Jongdae to
secure something—supplies, things he needed carried, grunt work for the Chinese
boy that had grown used to following Korean orders.
His grip on the brook tightened, and
he could feel the wood grain digging into his palms. Jongdae had housed them.
He knew he should be more grateful but all he’d grown used to in this world was
disappointment. Nothing ever worked out for the two. He only had Yixing to rely
on. They couldn’t change that now. It would be too dangerous.
His muscles pulled, a familiar tug
of disuse; not quite pain but unpleasant. E had gone too long without proper
practice. The time in the deadlands had shown him how much he’d needed the
practice. Wushu worked different parts of the body than simply carrying and
lifting heavy objects.
If he and his brother were going to
be abandoned again, they needed a secure plan. He refused to be a lackey again.
He wasn’t going to put his life in the hands of others like that…This time he’d
find proper work. He could be a bodyguard, couldn’t he? Nobles were always in
need of some muscle. It was still dirty work but at least he’d feel more
useful.
“You’re good.”
Zitao acted without thinking,
swinging down the broom. The bristled ends hovered a few inches from Jongdae’s nose.
The shorter man glanced at the makeshift weapon. “I’m sorry if I interrupted
anything.” Though his tone was nonchalant it shook slightly. He’d obviously
been startled.
Zitao
placed the broom down apologetically. He should have been cleaning, not messing
around. He felt like a child caught sneaking out of doing his chores. He
glanced down at the ground. You have
nothing to be ashamed of. Look him in the eyes. His hands itched for the
security of his Yixing’s but all they found was the rough, unfinished wood of
the broom handle.
“Is Yixing
back?”
“He’s
downstairs. Lunch is ready.” Jongdae stuffed his hands into the pockets of his
waistcoat and leaned against the wall beside the door. His sleeves were rolled
up just below his elbow, and Zitao spotted ink stains covering his fingers. It
was probably why he wore a black waist coat for work. The stains would be less
obvious that way. He was eyeing Zitao calmly, with the same enigmatic smile
that Zitao distrusted.
It was the
smile of a man who knew more than he ought to.
“Well if
your job working for Doctor Do doesn’t work out for you I suppose you’d do well
in the fighting dens.”
“Fighting
dens?”
“It’s a
Western pastime, but it’s gained quite a bit of popularity in recent years.”
Jongdae nodded, then shoved off of the wall and walked into the hallway.
“Everyone likes a good bloodbath.”
Haeju
weekly press, Haeju
Monday,
4:15pm, April 25th , 1858
“Are you
sure you don’t need any help? I can manage.”
Chanyeol
glanced back at the shorter man hobbling across the room. “It’s fine. There
aren’t many dishes left.”
“You have
your own work to do.” Baekhyun glanced in the direction of the attached
printing office. “I can get the dishes.”
Chanyeol
wasn’t sure if he believed him. For the past several days Baekhyun had been
walking around more but he was limping heavily and never stayed standing for
long. Chanyeol had pulled up a chair next to his desk near the telegraph and
had taught Baekhyun a bit of the code they used so he couldn’t get bored. He
became anxious if Chanyeol wasn’t easily accessible. Chanyeol figured it was
because he worried something might happen and he didn’t trust any of the others
to allow them to help.
But the
limp was all in his head. Kyungsoo had told him the term for it once, but he
couldn’t remember it now. Any time that Chanyeol brought up Baekhyun’s leg or
Kyungsoo, Baekhyun snapped at him. Even Chanyeol had a limit to his patience.
“Fine.”
Chanyeol murmured. “I have some telegrams to decode.” And this was the first
time that Baekhyun had decided to try it on his own. He seemed to live with the
constant desire to show he was just fine and the fear that he wasn’t.
Chanyeol
walked into the printing office and saw Jongdae at the front desk glancing
over the newspaper for Wednesday. He
looked up when he heard Chanyeol enter. “Glad to see you decided to come to
work today. I thought you’d quite to become a nurse.”
Chanyeol
shrugged. “Any news from Kyungsoo?” It was best to ignore Jongdae’s teasing. If
no one took the bait he’d get bored and stop.
“I haven’t
checked since noon. See if there’s anything we might have missed.”
“Where are
the Chinese guys?”
“Cleaning
the bathhouse.” Jongdae answered readily. “Would you get Yixing for me—”
The sound
of glass breaking was followed by a loud thump. Chanyeol crossed the room in
two strides and met Yixing and Zitao in the hallway outside the kitchen. He
opened the door to find Baekhyun lying on the ground, the large biscuit platter
in pieces all around him. He looked pale, but his face was tinged with an
embarrassed flush.
“Are you
alright? Did you get cut?” Chanyeol knelt next to him, wary of the ceramic
shards littering the floor.
“I’m fine.”
Baekhyun hissed, eyes trained on his leg. He could still feel it, the humming
of gears vibrating up his leg into his stomach. The doctor had said he’d get
used to it, that eventually he wouldn’t notice at all but that was bullshit.
He’d never get used to this. A metal knee? It wasn’t possible. He’d never walk
again, not the way he used to.
“That was my
aunt’s plate.” Jongdae announced from the doorway before he said something to
the other two in Chinese. The taller one disappeared down the hall and returned
a few moments later with a broom.
“You get
Baekhyun back upstairs.” Jongdae sighed. “I’ll be up later to check on his leg.
We need to make sure he didn’t dislocate any wires.”
“Ok.”
“I can do
it myself!” Baekhyun yelled.
“Obviously
you can’t.” Jongdae countered. “If you could have you wouldn’t have dropped my
aunt’s china—unless that was a mad grad for attention. If that’s the case I’mm
adding more to your debt.”
“Go ahead.
I can’t pay it back. I’ll never be able to.” Baekhyun said through clenched
teeth. “I have no money and I can’t get a job with this leg.”
“Of course
you can.” Chanyeol insisted. “Once your leg gets stronger—”
“It’s never
going to get stronger! Don’t you get it? The doctor was wrong. Whatever this is,” He motioned to his knee, “it
doesn’t work.”
“Or maybe
you just don’t want to believe that it will work.” Jongdae replied coolly. “Up
to this point you haven’t had an excuse to give up. Well now you do. Go on.
Limp your way to debtor’s prison, you know where the door is.” Jongdae pulled a
shard out of his thumb. “Chanyeol we have a paper to print. He said he could do
it himself.”
Chanyeol
watched his retreating back before looking to Baekhyun. The other man was
glaring into his lap.
Chanyeol
sighed. “Come on.” He grabbed for his arm but Baekhyun threw him off. He knelt
there for a few more minutes before he returned to his work. Baekhyun remained
crumpled on the floor long after Yixing and Zitao had cleaned up and left.
Kim Manor
House, Hanseong
Monday,
8:34pm, April 25th , 1858
“Here’s
your tea, m’lord.”
Joonmyun
did not look up from his letter, but gave a small nod. “Leave the tray on the
side table but bring me my cup and saucer Mal Chin, thank you.” He continued to
stare at the sturdy, perfumed parchment in front of him as he heard the
telltale chink of the tea cup being placed on the edge of his desk.
“That will
be all.”
“The lady
of the house requests that you eat dinner with her tonight, m’lord.” Mal Chin
shuffled nervously in front of his master’s desk. “She wants to talk to you
about preparations for the engagement.”
“Tell her I
will see to any preparations. I’m quite busy and I do not wish to be disturbed
tonight. Bring me up something in an hour. And be sure to fill the lamps.”
“Yes m’lord.”
The heavy
oak door of his study closed shut and he took a long, steady breath. Half of
his letters that morning had been congratulations from the prominent Hanseong
nobility on his upcoming engagement with Lord Oh’s youngest daughter. Half were
asking when the wedding would be and the other half had sent barely veiled inquiries
on the situation within the House of Lords. Even families without titled
members in parliament knew that this was a power game.
It was only
a matter of time before Lord Kim announced the engagement of his eldest son. To
whom? Perhaps one of Lord Choi’s girls? Lord Jang did not possess the courage
or the income to merit an alliance with the King’s Dog. There were very few
options, but those left could possibly change the current power divide between
the two.
He wasn’t
entirely sure how he should feel about his engagement. A part of him was
relieved that it was over and done with—and it would be a few more years before
Lady Se-Jim was ready to be married. She had barely debuted and—rumor had it
that she hadn’t yet reached womanhood.
The
likelier option was that Lord Oh was using the tenuous engagement to keep
Joonmyun from acting out while leaving his options open for a more prosperous
match.
Either way,
Joonmyun was utterly done with the entire thing. He could hardly pit himself
against Lord Oh.
His
conversation with Lord Kim the day they’d met Lord Bruce had etched itself into
the back of Joonmyun’s skull, and the words surfaced when he least expected
them to. He’d lately begun to wonder what exactly he was striving for.
Initially he had believed he would do what was right for the country.
Now, he
figured that he should be content with looking out for his own.
Everyone
loves a hero and a patriot, but few live long enough to bask in that affection.
The safest route was to lay low and stay with the winning side. He could live
comfortably.
Comfortable
was all he could hope for.
He reached
for his tea and took a sip. The taste was not one he’d had before. “Mal Chin,”
He called loudly, knowing that the butler had remained outside the door. It
opened and the elderly servant bowed low, “Yes m’lord?”
“What tea
is this?”
“I believe
it’s called Earl Grey, m’lord. It was a gift from Lord Bruce on account of your
engagement.”
“Please
bring me my usual Assam.” His mouth tasted like ash.
“Yes m’lord.
Right away.”
“Don’t worry about him siring some
half-British welp,” Lord Oh gave a low laugh. “The women of the red-light
district are well-trained for that sort of thing. There are plenty of herbs
they can take to keep off pregnancy. And even if they didn’t…Lord Bruce’s taste
is quite unique.”
He
was telling him this not because he trusted him, even if Joonmyun was now
unofficially engaged to his daughter. No, it was because he knew that Joonmyun
could do nothing with this information if he hoped to survive.
Baggerby
and Green foremen barracks, Haeju
Tuesday,
6:22am, April 26th , 1858
He woke up
to the feeling of sandpaper on his nose.
Wu Fan
winced, eyes slowly opening to see the kitten peering down at him from its
perch atop his pillow, whiskers quivering. As soon as his eyes opened it let
out a high pitched meow so pitiful that Wu Fan almost felt pity.
Irritation
overrode all other emotions, unfortunately. He cursed and quickly sat up,
making the cat meow again as the pillow shifted and it nearly fell off. Wu Fan
glanced tiredly at the night stand and grabbed for the small rag and bottle
beside it.
Auntie Han
had said the kitten was too young to drink on its own and had suggested using
goat milk. She’d also refused to take the thing when he’d tried to give it to
her.
“If you’re going to save a life you must
take responsibility for your actions.”
It had only
been the forlorn look on the old woman’s face that had kept him from throwing
it on her doorstep and leaving. She still had no news of her son.
He shouldn’t
have saved the cat. He should have let it die. He had enough problems on hand—such
as how to deal with the two Chinese immigrants that had resurfaced from the
Deadlands.
Over the
past few weeks they’d done nothing remotely important—running simple errands
for one Kim Jongdae, editor of the Haeju Weekly Press. When Wu Fan had first
followed them there he’d panicked. A journalist was the last person they needed
to know about the situation. But nothing had happened. No reports. Not even a
hint that the man knew what the two had
been through.
Perhaps that
was more suspicious than anything. Kim Jongdae had always been intent on
ruining Baggerby and Green. Wu Fan himself had once had the pleasure of showing
Jongdae personally how Baggerby and Green dealt with public nuisances.
Yet even
while his paranoia consumed him he found himself feeding a cat with a strip of
cloth dipped in goat milk.
One of the Korean
foreman had informed Mr. Heath of the cat after hearing it mewling one night.
Wu Fan told him he’d kept the cat to keep out the rats. Mr. Heath hadn’t asked
about it since, though he had made the comment that Ramsey’s dog was likely to
kill it before they’d make use of it.
“You’re
useless.” He muttered to it in Mandarin, and the cat purred against his
fingertips. “Utterly useless.”
He glanced
at his watch and reached for his boots. He could mull over his decisions later.
For now, he had work. A shipment from Wonju was due to arrive by nine sharp. He
needed to make sure that whatever was in those compartments was out of them
before 11 when the train left again.
“Stay in
here and don’t make a fuss.” He muttered, reaching down to pat the kitten’s
head. Then he tightened his suspenders, threw on his coat, and headed out the
door.
Haeju
Weekly Press Haeju
Tuesday, 7:00am,
April 26th , 1858
“Kyungsoo
has procured a home and says that we can begin preparations to leave
immediately. By the time Yixing and Zitao arrive in Hanseong all accounts
should be settled—good morning, so glad you could join us.”
Baekhyun
paused in the doorway as four pairs of eyes landed on his slim figure. Jongdae
smiled at him over the rim of his coffee cup and Baekhyun briefly entertained
the idea of going back upstairs.
He’d
crawled up to his room at some point the night before and had remained there
till now, contemplating what he was going to do with his weak leg. Everyone
else seemed so convinced that it would heal. But how would they know? They’d
never experienced what he had.
But Jongdae’s
words had cut deep, enough to make him wonder how much truth had been in them.
Perhaps he really was crippling himself so that he could give up. He didn’t
like appearing weak, and that was the weak way out of all this.
He wouldn’t
show that side again.
He hobbled
over towards the empty seat next to Chanyeol and lowered himself down. He
grabbed for a slice of bread before anyone could ask any questions. Chanyeol
seemed content with the fact that he’d come downstairs. Or maybe he was content
because of Kyungsoo’s letter, Baekhyun wasn’t certain.
The group
had settled down to a relatively quiet breakfast when Jongdae broke the
silence. “Everyone should have their things packed by tonight. You leave on the
first train tomorrow morning.” He looked around the table. “All of you.”
“All of us?”
Chanyeol raised an eyebrow. “Why all of us?”
“I’m thinking of opening a new
branch in Hanseong.” Jongdae answered. “With this article I won’t be tolerated
here much longer. I’ll need both you and Baekhyun-ssi for the new branch, if he’s
willing to take the job.”
Baekhyun swallowed. “I can’t read.”
The admonition was hard, and he felt his cheeks begin to burn. A job. He’d
yelled at the man and now he was giving him a job. But it was strange. He knew
that Jongdae wasn’t giving him this opportunity out of pity or kindness. He
wasn’t like Doctor Do. He was doing this because it was convenient for his
current ventures.
“Neither can I.” Chanyeol grinned,
“Well, not that well. But I’m getting much better. Mostly we work the machines.
Once you get the basics of writing you can go out for your own interviews.
Until then you’ll be a watcher.”
“A watcher?”
“While one
of us asks the questions, the other person gauges their reactions. To see if
they’re lying.”
“First off
neither of you will be doing any journalist work until I get there to finalize
everything. I’m renting a few rooms in the vacant tenant house next to Doctor
Do’s new home. If you go with these two it will look less suspicious. Two
Chinese men on a train is grounds enough for questioning and detainment,
depending on how bored the rail company employees are feeling that day.”
Jongdae turned and said something in Chinese.
Yixing and
Zitao looked momentarily confused before they nodded.
“Good. Now
that that is settled, pass me the jam.”
Sunkyungkwan
University, Hanseong
Tuesday,
1:30pm, April 26th , 1858
The knock on Kyungsoo’s door was not
a surprise—students often dropped by to ask for clarification on assignments or
parts of the lecture they weren’t sure about—but the person standing there
certainly was.
Since the incident a few weeks prior
Luhan had taken to avoiding eye contact and making himself as unnoticeable as
possible in class. His work had continued to be of the highest caliber, but his
enthusiasm certainly seemed to be stunted.
“Yes?” Kyungsoo wondered if that
time had been spent reflecting or plotting.
“I wanted to apologize Luhan glanced
down the hallway before stepping inside and shutting the door softly. “I didn’t
mean to imply anything. My father talked about your mother often. They met when
your mother was touring China. Have you ever been?”
“Once, to Hong Kong.” Kyungsoo gave
a small nod. He picked up his teacup. “I was very young.” Their parents had
met? He’d never heard his parents mention it. Then again, he supposed that was
not something they would have talked about, especially not in front of their
young son.
“Did you like it?”
“The old parts.” The non-British ones. “There was
something about old Hong Kong that makes one…”
“Nostalgic?” Luhan broached.
“Yes. The entire old Hong Kong brims
with it.” Kyungsoo took a sip of his tea. “It’s beautiful. Tragic, but beautiful.”
Luhan seemed pleased, as if Kyungsoo
had complimented him personally. “I love my country, Doctor Do…it is good that
others can feel the same.”
Kyungsoo wasn’t entirely sure where
this was going, or what to say next.
“And I did come with a question this
time.” Luhan continued hurriedly, holding up a few sheets of parchment.
Kyungsoo stared for a few moments
before he gave a small sigh and a nod. “Apology accepted. What did you need
help with?”
“I’m having trouble understanding
the Flesh Conductivity Theory.” Luhan placed the papers down on Kyungsoo’s
desk.
Kyungsoo was surprised. He’d given
his students two options for their current essay assignment and most—if not
all—had chosen the easier option on the founders of medical biomechanics rather
than a critical essay on the flesh conductivity theory, something that even
medical students tended to avoid due to the complexity and variance in
individual flesh electrical currents.
Kyungsoo glanced at Luhan’s paper
and the first few lines. “What part seems to be the problem?” The opening
looked cohesive enough, with a brief outline that might need some fine tuning.
But he figured this was Luhan’s rough draft, so that could be pushed aside for
the moment.
“The formula, mostly.” Luhan
scratched the back of his neck. “How do you substitute for q when it varies so greatly? How do you know what to plug in?”
“The part that most people forget
when solving for q is the heart cycle. The phase of the heart cycle when the
initial shock occurs is very important in the conductivity of the body to the
current.” Kyungsoo reached behind him and grabbed a book from his bookshelf, flipping
several pages. “You can find a general outlay of the initial heart cycle phases
here. You can borrow this and bring it back by the end of the week.”
“Thank you professor.” Luhan gave a
bright smile. “I was worried you’d fail me after our discussion before.”
“I only fail those that don’t do
their work.” Kyungsoo answered readily. “Personal matters don’t factor in.”
Luhan’s smile faded a bit. “I really
am sorry, professor. I didn’t mean it to come across the way it did. I was
being far too nosy for my own good.”
“I accepted your apology.” Kyungsoo
answered evenly. “It is hardly something new. Though I do suggest getting to
know someone before asking personal questions of them. It tends to end with
better results.”
“I’ll remember that next time
professor.” Luhan grinned.
“You seem oddly fascinated with
medical biomechanics for a law student.” Kyungsoo broached.
“I think everyone needs to be at
least a little interested in medicine in this day and age, professor. And I’ve
discovered that viruses are infinitely more engaging than courtrooms.”
“And just as fatal.”
Lu Han gave a surprised laugh.
“Shall we talk about it over lunch? You haven’t been in Hanseong long, but
there’s a tea house down the road a bit.”
Kyungsoo thought for a moment, before
he gave a shrug and stood, grabbing for his coat. “Alright, but just remember
that I don’t grade based on favorites.”
[A/N: I feel bad that I told you all that if you wrote me comments I would have an update sooner and then I got caught up and didn't post very quickly at all, even after you all left me such nice comments. But the truth is that I was caught up in real life issues that were quite time consuming and was therefore unable to go through with my plans.
But it is true. I do write more when people comment. Also, the lovely reader geopum said that this chapter would have been better with a picture of Jongin pulling of Kyungsoo's cravat with his teeth. While I was unable to fulfill the request in its entirety due to time constrains (you all wanted this chapter before Christmas didn't you?) and the fact that this was supposed to be a sketch, I was only able to draw half the picture. So here, enjoy.
There's more where this came from if you comment!
Once again, thank you for reading.]
This is so good! I adore your writing, it is brilliant! Keep up the awesomeness!!
ReplyDeleteThank you! I shall do my best, haha.
DeleteUm... this is my first time commenting even though I've followed this story for quite a bit of time already... do forgive me.
ReplyDeleteAnyway, I really like your story! It's not often when we read stories that have good plots and good grammar! 加油 and do continue writing really detailed and interesting chapters like these! I'm totally looking forward to the hunhan/kaisoo interactions... hehe.
Thank you so much for the comment! I'm glad you're enjoying the story. Yes, the Kaisoo/Hunhan scenes are going to be wonderful. There'll be a Hunhan scene in the next chapter, actually. :D
DeleteThis story is wonderful! I understand how difficult it can be to write not only in a different era, but different countries and cultures. You do a great job and the amount of research really adds to it! The characters are also very interesting. Baekhyun with his distrust and pride, something several other characters possess as well, and Yixing with his guilt really appeal to me. I also really like Luhan even though we don't really know much about him. And Jongin... Very mysterious, I have a clue that maybe he was raised in England too? Since he likes the tea? Idk maybe I'm just reading too into things. I hope you update soon but I also hope you don't feel rushed >o< Good luck!!!
ReplyDeleteThank you for the comment! I am very glad that you're enjoying it. All of the characters are so much fun to write. I have a job interview today so I suppose it means that if I get the job the updates may not be too quick, but we'll see. XD
ReplyDeleteI'm really happy that you updated, I haven't checked the story since I started uni, but I needed a pick-me-up today and decided that you might have updated and you had, the same day! ^^ I think I've said before that I'm excited for Kyungsoo's background to be developed and his relationship with Kai to be explored further, and the sneak peaks are keeping me on my toes :) Your writing is as flowing and clear as ever, and I can't wait until Tao meets Kris! (Will the kitten be involved?? :O) I love the story, and good luck with your job interview!
ReplyDeleteHaha, thanks! I got the job, so that was nice. Less time to write but more money. XD I love Kyungsoo's backstory. It's my favorite out of the bunch, :D. I have all of the scenes of the next chapter planned out I just have to flesh them out. I'm going to try and get most of that done before I start working in a few days.
Deletehow do I subscribe to this? ;; THIS IS SO GOOD AUTHOR-NIM
ReplyDeleteplease update soon <3
Thank you! I am so glad you liked it!
DeleteYep it's official this is my favorite story ;A; I hope your life is going smoother!
ReplyDeleteFIRST OFF: SO MUCH KYUNGSOO MY HEART SINGS WITH JOY and the "Lovers" part guh gUHHH
But, as much as I love Kyungsoo, I have to say my favorite character in here is probably Jongdae. He's so... honest with his intentions and there's something about him that I love. His realistic outlook, I suppose?
Baekhyun is so stubborn ;; Ngl, I don't really ship baekyeol but Chanyeol's general brightness with Baek's... pessimistic(?) outlook makes me really really anxious kekeke.
I DON'T TRUST LUHAN. He's super ambitious and the way he acted with Sehun makes me nervous for Kyungsoo ;; Although I suppose now that Kyungsoo complimented China, Luhan's warmed up to him a bit. BUT STILL. BE WARY KYUNGSOO.
THANK YOU FOR THE PICTURE LMAO IT WAS GREAT
As always, WONDERFUL CHAPTER! (also, looking at your comment replies, I see you got the job? CONGRATS!)
Thank you so much! I am so glad you like it--and your favorite story? I'm honored!
DeleteJongdae is wonderful, I quite agree. And he's going to begin being a much bigger player in this grand scheme of things soon.
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ReplyDeleteI'm so amazed and amused and awed and /whatever verb may suit here/ over this fic. Seriously I only had the time to read this last night and I've reread it twice already but I REGRET NOTHING. I love the characterizations here, aside from the amazing plot (kisses your feet for the steampunk au bc this is amazing and just hands down). I definitely love the Chinese brothers here, Zitao and Yixing, also I'm still waiting for the day that Minseok and Jongdae will cross fates because (coughs i'm quite excited for the Xiuchen to happen).
ReplyDeleteBy the way, I am looking forward to how Taoris will progress in this story! I love how the two of them are quite looking over each other but not really lmfao and I wonder if Yixing would approve of Kris for Tao but I'm thinking too ahead of time :))
I'm looking forward to your next update. I just really love this story so much. ;A;
Woo new reader! I'm glad you like it. The meeting between Minseok and Jongdae will happen quite soon. It'll be wonderful.
Deleteso i've just found your blog and i'm absolutely in love with your story, and also the other story "bluff" , pls update soon!
ReplyDeleteThank you! I'm glad you like my stories.
DeleteHello again :)
ReplyDeleteI'm so late... but I subscribed to follow your story and didn't received any messages. Maybe I did the wrong thing...
But like the other time, I am amazed by the quality of your writing and your plot. I find very difficult to create a good plot and your seems so complex and detailed... Ah, and I like the historical and medical parts a lot. Each passage seems like a quote of a real book and it's the same for Kyungsoo's lessons.
Jongin is still very mysterious. The way he seems to appear from anywhere reminds me his "teleportation power". I still wonder what is his aim. Like Luhan, I find difficult to trust him. And poor Kyungsoo meets them both pretty often.
Junmyeon makes me a bit sad. It's like he has no control on his life and does his best to stand up straight.
Chanyeol is the big ball of sunshine <3. Baekhyun's condition seems to improve a little and, like the others say, I think his problem is mostly mental. But I still like his stubborness... and Jongdae's bluntness. Jongdae is like a "free electron" (sorry, I'm not sure of the word). In fact, he really is a true journalist, ready to do anything to reach his goal and anyone can be his target.
And poor Zitao is so afraid to lose his brother... I understand that he is suspicious about Jongdae but I hope the two chinese will be a bit more free later in the story. And I wonder how they will meet Yifan. Maybe he'll see them in the railway station and follow them. Or maybe he'll be send in the same town. I hope his kitten won't get killed...
I saw in the previous comments that Minseok will appear soon. I can't wait to see him ^^
So... I love this chapter. Things begin to intensify and all the characters begin to be gathered in the same city.
Good luck for the next part :) and congratulation for your job ^^
:) Hello!
DeleteI'm sorry that it didn't work when you subscribed. I'm not really sure how all of that works either. XD And thank you! I am so glad you still love the story. Zitao and Yifan meeting again...that'll be fun. Hahaha.
OMG THIS ISSS SOO GOOD!! please update soon i need more of zitao ;)
ReplyDeleteXD Thank you! I'm so glad you're enjoying it.
DeleteWhen will the next chapter be up, i cant wait!!!!
ReplyDeleteHahaha. I'm glad you're enjoying it. The next chapter is about halfway finished.
DeleteWow! This story is incredible! It's so well thought out, and so real, especially with all the details of the setting and the time period, its amazing. And the plot has me hooked, I love the characters, especially Jongin ;) It's hard to find quality fanfics like this one!!
ReplyDeleteThank you so much! I am so glad you're enjoying it. I am hoping the next chapter won't take that much longer to update. I've got most of it written.
DeleteAmazing story, i love it :D
ReplyDeleteThis story has 2 of the things i love the most, zombies and EXO!! jajaja
Please update soon~ and happy holidays :)
Hahaha, I am glad you like it! Hopefully I can update during the holidays--and a Happy Holidays to you as well!
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ReplyDeleteSo I had thought I had signed up for email updates on this story, but apparently they must have been going to my spam filter or something because I checked back a couple of days ago to re-read this and found FOUR NEW CHAPTERS. Excited does not begin to cover it.
ReplyDeleteThis story is bloody incredible, holy shit man. The world is so detailed and well-thought-out and all of the characters are engaging and painfully real. Like, I am so damn jealous of your talent. I pretty much want to tell everyone in the world to read this, EXO stan or not. It could totally stand on its own. (Too bad nobody listens to my fiction recommendations, lol.)
I really wish I was a better artist because I kind of want to do a fanart of this? Because I freaking ADORE steampunk as a style, and because the Asian/British fusion looks so incredibly gorgeous in my head, but I'm hesitant because I'm not sure I could do it justice. If I get up the courage/find the time would you allow me to fanart this? o.o
I am so sorry that the update-y thing wasn't working for you. Everyone seems to be having problems with it...
DeleteThank you so much. I am always really excited when people say that the story seems real and detailed because I put in a good several hours researching everything for each chapter. :D I hope people listen to your fic reccomendations! Especially for my story, haha.
Oh yes please PLEASE do fanart! I want to see. You could draw stick figures and I'd be happy but I am sure it will be a million times better than stick figures. I am so excited, I hope you do something.
Once again, I'm so glad you're enjoying the story. Hopefully I can update within the next few days. I should be getting a day off from work soon...
I just found this story recently and I want to tell you how much I love it! Like, the detailed world-building is fantastic and I love your little intros.
ReplyDeleteidk, I don't have a lot of well formed things to say, but I figured, since I never comment, that I should :)
Thank you so much! I am so glad that you're enjoying it. Your comment made my day. :)
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