Ever since Yoongi could remember, the great wall had stood between the two sides of the city, keeping the undesirables from the upper society. As a child he had thought that the other side of the wall must hold sicky, diseased and dangerous people, but as he grew he learned that his side of the wall was the undesirable.

It made no snese to him: his life was fine, his family had food and water and never truly needed for anything, and so he couldn't imagine how they were considered the lowly side. How lavishly must the other half live so as to make what he had seem undesirable? And yet the wall kept everyone perfectly on their sides, kept them from crossing over to find out the truth.

Mostly, anyway.

Yoongi had always been a bit athletic, though no one could really guess as much from how lazy he often acted. He would never go out of his way to do something that required too much effort for little payback, but his curiousity won him over, and one day, he decided that he wanted to know what lay over the wall. Find out what was so precious that it must be kept sacred from average people like him.

Everyone said it couldn't be done; even his father had stories of his own escapades in trying to find what was so special beyond the wall, but none of them had what Yoongi possessed: a natural gift at climbing. Even as a child he could climb anything, proven by the time that he had reached the summit of his family's small home when he was only four years old, determined to see as far as he could. His mother had nearly had a heart attack when she found him and it took nearly an hour for his paretns to figure out a way to reach and 'rescue' him. He certainly didn't see it as a rescue and was up there the very next day, much to his mother's chagrin.

Now he sat on the park bench underneath an apple tree, looking at the great wall with a calculating look in his eyes. He knew that people would call him crazy, he knew that his attempt to go to the other side could very possibly spell jail time for him, but he couldn't quell the deep seated need to know. Standing smoothly, he glanced around to ensure that no one was around in the deepening evening; everyone was in a hurry to get home, leaving the park nearly empty as he decided to make his first attempt.

He'd examined the wall often he had made up his mind to try the climb, and so he already knew how he wanted to go about this endeavor. His hands were clad with fingerless gloves, giving him the freedom of movement that he would need while still offering protection if he slipped. Though he hoped that he wouldn't slip, it woudl be a long fall down. No one had ever measured the wall but to his eyes, he could guess it was only about thirty feet tall.

Not too daunting a task for the young man, and so with a final glance to make sure he was alone, he reached up and gripped the first handhold he could find. The bricks of the wall were rough and one of every few had a good quarter inches of space for his to wedge his fingers into, and it seemed that in no time, he was halfway up the wall and barely breathing hard. He tried to keep from looking down, knowing that seeing how far off of the ground he was might st about his downfall, and simply kept focused on the goal ahead of him.

He reached the top with relative ease, his fingers burning from the roughness of the bricks, but as he swung his legs over the top to take a seat on the great wall, he felt his breath leave him. The city stretched out beyond him was rife with lights, with a business that seemed to make his side of the wall look paltry in comparison. He glanced back just to afirm the comparison. He'd never felt that his lif was lacking, but sitting up here, seeing all the great lights and perfectly manicured lawns, he wondered if this truly was the better side of the wall.

He heard movement from below, movement on hi side of the wall, and a quick glance down told him that patrols were finally coming around. They were few and far between, knowing that no one would ever dare to attempt the wall, but they were still there to remind people not to do it. Unfortunately, in that glance down he doomed himself. One of the passing guardsmen must have seen the movement of his body, because a cry went up and the man pointed upward to single Yoongi out to his fellow soldiers.

"Get off of that wall! Get back down here!" the angry shout rose, and Yoongi knew right then that if he climbed back down to his side of the wall, he would be shackled and taken away. Why seeing the other side was so bad, he had no idea, but he wasn't about to let them capture him. Deftly he the wall and without even thinking it all the way through, he began his descent to the other side. He could hear the soldiers panicking s they shouted orders to get to the nearest gate, but as he moved downward, their shouts faded.

He was quick, faster than the climb up had been, and when he reached the ground he knew that he had to run. And run he did, off to find shelter so as to avoid capture. And maybe, just maybe, he could learn what made this side of the wall so much better.

Luna gave a huff as she looked into the mirror, her perfectly coifed hair and impeccably applied makeup only making her feel like a doll inside of a dollhouse. She was done up for the evening's main event, a great party thrown by her uncle so as to welcome her into the city's elite, but she felt so out of place. She had just come home from school in the North country where she had been primed to be married and start a family, but she found that all she really wanted was to be free. Free of the expectations and rigidity of society, free from living her life at another's beck and call. What would it be like to live beyond the wall, to live as an Undesirable? Everyone always said that they were ill-educated, animalistic people, but she couldn't help but to think that the lack of order might be so much better than this life.

"Mistress, are you ready?" a tall, pretty woman in servant's garb caught her attention, her eyes downcast as if she were afraid to meet Luna's eyes, and the petite girl gave a sigh before nodding.

"Yes," she figured she would never be more ready than she was now, despite her truly wanting to simply run and throw off this ridiculous red dress. It was the color of her coming of age, the symbol of her being ready to marry off to whomever he uncle needed to make an alliance with, but it was the color that she hated. To her, it was a symbol of her being ready to go to market for the highest bidder to buy.

Pulling her chin up and stretching herself to her greatest height, she exited the door and made her way for the grand stairs, her high heeled shoes making her feel entirely too unstable to make it down the staircase without falling. She gripped the banister tightly and with a practiced smile pasted on her face, began her slow descent into what she considered hell.

The many party-goers paused in their conversations to ooh and ahh over the girl in the red dress, the girl of the hour, but Luna's gaze focused on one man and one man only. Her uncle stood by the great fireplace, his long slender fingers curled around his wine glass as he watched her greedily. She knew that she was no more than a cash cow to him and that thought saddened and revolted her. Would her parents have been the same, had they lived past her own young childhood? Would they see her as only a possible financial and status advancement?

Those thoughts were of no matter, thouhg, because her uncle was the one who mattered, and he came forward to take her elbow as she stepped foot onto the main floor. "Come and meet your betrothed," he said, a smile already forming on his face as he likely thought of what he would be gaining in exchange for her hand in marriage, and like the dutiful niece that she always tried to be, she swallowed back her distaste and kept the fake smile planted on her lips.

He led her across the room, many people stopping them to congratulate her uncle on how beautiful she was, and finally stopped before a tall young man with a sharp jawline who looked down at her without even a hint of smile on his face. "Luna, this is Andrew Kim, he is your fiance," her uncle said proudly, passing her hand into the hand of the giant in front of her, but even when she gave a curtsy and smile at him, his face didn't change a hair.

The two men made small talk over her head as she studied her fiance; his sharp features