#Chung myung fanfic

[damiiimidassss]

Chung Myung x Yin Yue(oc)

Chapter 1: First life the curse, and the fall.

Summary: In where this chapter tackles the first life of Yin Yue and the past that continues to choke her life.

Tw: Mentions of blood, cheating, death

This chapter will include art that shows what the characters look like.

Chap2

Far from the bustling town. Here, in the moonlit shadows of ancient trees, a fox spirit watched from the edge of the woods, her eyes glowing with a mixture of sorrow and anger.

Her name was Ling, and she had once been a guardian of these forests, but for him, for the merchant Yuan, she had revealed her true form, risking everything. They had spent years together, in secret moments beneath the stars. Yuan had professed his love for her, a love she had believed—until the day he returned from the city with another.

Yuan stood beside a woman dressed in silk, her hands adorned with jade bangles, her hair pinned high with gold. Meilin the daughter of a wealthy nobleman.

Ling watched from the trees, her heart shattering. Yuan had not sought her in days, and now she understood why. He had chosen wealth, status, over the love they once shared.

One evening, after the marriage, Ling appeared before Yuan. Her ethereal beauty was tinged with a darkness she had never shown him before. Her fox-like eyes glistened, but it was no longer with affection.

"You've forgotten me," she whispered, her voice low and trembling with fury. "You’ve chosen wealth over love."

Yuan looked at her, shame twisting his features, but he didn’t speak. He dared not.

Ling’s gaze turned towards the grand home he now shared with Meilin. She knew Meilin carried his child, a son who would inherit Yuan’s wealth, his lineage, everything that should have been built on love.

"I gave you my heart," Ling whispered, stepping closer. Her form seemed to shift in the moonlight, her fox ears becoming visible, her true form unveiled. "But you gave me nothing in return. For that, I will give your child a gift—a curse."

Yuan paled. “What are you saying?”

Ling’s lips curved into a sad smile, but her eyes were sharp. “Your child will never know love as we did. Each time they fall in love, it will end in tragedy. They will lose the one they love, over and over. Worse still, their lover will remember each life, but your child will not. They will be cursed to meet again and again, only for love to end in heartbreak and death before they can marry or bear children. They will never escape it."

Her words felt like a storm crashing through the forest, the wind picking up, howling around them.

"Please, no," Yuan pleaded. "Our child is innocent."

"Innocent?" Ling's voice rose, filled with pain. "Innocent as you were when you left me? No, Yuan. Your son will suffer as I have suffered."

She turned, her fox tail flicking behind her, and as she disappeared into the shadows of the forest, the curse sank into the earth, binding the child to a fate they would never understand.

Yuan stood watching her retrieving form in despair.

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Years passed, and Yuan's son, Chung Myung, grew into a handsome young man. His raven hair thay glows under the sun, matching his baby looks. His tall physique that every woman loves

Chung Myung, he was a wealthy merchant, the business passed down by his father renowned for his prosperity and influence. His name stretched across provinces, bringing luxury and goods to every corner of the land. But despite his wealth, his heart had never known true love—until he met Yin Yue, a beautiful and enigmatic gambler.

Yin Yue was unlike anyone Chung Myung had ever encountered. She was sharp-tongued, quick-witted, and lived with a recklessness that fascinated him. At the gambling tables, she was a legend, her luck as fickle as the wind, but she always wore a smile, and she doesn't lose ,Chung Myung , used to the rigid etiquette of the merchant class, found her freedom intoxicating.

He fell for her deeply, and soon, their affair became known throughout the city. Though others whispered about how improper it was for a wealthy man to associate with a gambler, Chung Myung didn’t care. He showered Yin Yue with gifts—silks, gold jewelry, rare perfumes from distant lands. He wanted to give her everything.

Yin Yue accepted his gifts with a smile, but there was a shadow behind her eyes . She knew something Chung Myung did not—"the curse" that followed him, even if he was oblivious to it. Yin Yue had always been sensitive to things others could not see. She had once heard whispers of fate from an old fortune teller, a woman who had warned her to stay away from Chung Myung.

“He is cursed,” the fortune teller had said. “Love him, and it will end in tragedy. Every lifetime, his love is doomed to die. But only someone with great strength can break it.”

Yin Yue, stubborn as she was, didn’t believe in curses. She believed in luck. So she stayed with Chung Myung, trying her best to avoid what the old woman had foretold.

But as their love deepened, she couldn’t ignore the signs. Everywhere they turned, misfortune seemed to follow them. Chung Myung's business began to falter, losing deals that had always been guaranteed. Merchants who had once sought his favor suddenly turned cold, and his family—those closest to him—began to act strange, as though dark plots swirled beneath their polite smiles.

One evening, as they lay together in the private chambers of his estate, Chung Myung rested his head on Yin Yue lap, his eyes closed, his expression peaceful. The moonlight spilled through the window, casting soft shadows around them.

“Yin Yue,” he whispered, “I’ve never felt like this before. With you, everything feels right. Like I could forget the world.”

Yin Yue's fingers traced the curve of his face, but there was a heaviness in her heart. She had spent nights in secret, consulting every mystic and seer she could find, searching for a way to break the curse. But the answers were always the same—tragedy was inevitable. And no matter how she tried to protect him, there was always something dark on the horizon.

“I’ll protect you,” she whispered, more to herself than to him.

Chung Myung opened his eyes, gazing up at her. “Protect me? I’m the one who should be protecting you.”

Yin Yue forced a smile, but deep inside, her resolve was breaking. The fortune teller’s warning echoed in her ears—he is cursed. His love is doomed.

But she couldn’t walk away from him. She had fallen too deep.

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The night the curse finally caught up to them came without warning.

It began as a subtle pain in Chung Myung stomach, a discomfort he had dismissed after a long day. But by the time night fell, it had worsened. His skin grew pale, his breath short, and soon, he was bedridden, writhing in agony.

Yin Yue stayed by his side, refusing to leave him. She had seen enough in her life to know what was happening. Poison. Someone had poisoned Chung Myung, and she knew exactly who.

His own family.

Greedy for his wealth, jealous of his success, they had waited for the right moment to strike. She had seen it in their eyes, the jealousy simmering beneath their polite words. She had tried to protect him, but she had failed.

As the poison ravaged his body, Chung Myung struggled to stay conscious, his breaths shallow, his hand clutching Yin Yue.

“Yin Yue,” he gasped, his voice weak, “who did this…?”

She couldn’t bring herself to tell him the truth, not in his final moments. But the tears in her eyes told him everything.

“They’ll pay,” he whispered, his grip tightening. “I swear… I’ll come back. I won’t rest until I make them pay.”

Yin Yue leaned over him, her forehead pressed against his. “No, Chung Myung. Don’t think about revenge. Think about us. Just stay with me.”

But Chung Myung's eyes were filled with a burning resolve, even as the life drained from him. “I’ll come back. I’ll break this… curse. And I’ll make sure that no one… will ever… hurt you again.”

His voice faltered, his eyes closing for the last time as the poison claimed him.

"NO! MY LOVE!"

Yin Yue screamed his name, her tears falling onto his lifeless face, but it was too late. The curse had won.

But even as he died, Yin Yue felt something stir in the air, a dark energy that whispered of revenge, of broken promises and twisted fates. Chung Myung's last vow echoed in her ears.

Yin Yue slowly stands up and grab a sharp object that can cut through her skin,

'My love I'll see you in another life'

She shakly she slits her throat she falls unto the ground as darkness succumbs her vision she can feel her warm blood coating her cold dead skin.

But in the darkness, she saw a beautiful fox spirit

Yin Yue looks around realizing shes in the afterlife, but is she?

The beautiful woman approached her and suddenly the fox spirit face was close to her

YIn Yue didn't move or budge, she felt numb

"Poor you, you got caught up in this mess. No woman deserves a fate like yours, but Chung Myung deserves that curse, after what his own father did to me"

Ling smiled seductively backing out one step to give her space

Yin Yue only stared at her, but deep inside her mind, she wanted to kill Ling, but she knew she'd lose. She's weak, and not even luck can save her.

"If you want to break the curse, you'll have to kill me. But little mouse" She gets near her ears, whispering her next word

"You're still weak"

Before Yin Yue can touch her Ling had already back up

"You demon! I swear I'm gonna kill you, I'll take off your every limbs. I'll let you eat your own heart! I'll make you beg for forgivenes!"

Ling only laughed, as Yin Yue struggled to run to her

"Well see"

Ling disappeared completely in the air

Yin Yue vision suddenly turned white, maybe in her next life. She will kill that demon fox.

[bananaguyboi]

I love how the fandom collectively agrees that Cho sam is either a wholesome bean that must be protected at all cost, or a normal dude with no(?) personality whatsoever outside of being normal. ( Maybe he's more of a troublemaker idk, but atleast he's less worse than chung myung heh-)

And whether you think he's confident or not, You just know he'll be scared shitless of what ever the fuck is going on in Mount Hua Sect.

Anyhow, no matter what cho sam's interpretation in your mind, I need more fics, and art of him- PLEASSE🙏🙏🙏

[tamavonpineapple]

«Chung Myung’s mind drifted, far from the cold of the present, back to the warmth of a summer day in Huayin. Where Tang Bo fell asleep, lazily sprawled on a chair, his head tilted back over the edge of the backrest with a half-empty wine bottle resting on his lap barely held in place by the loose grip of his hands. The sun painted his face in gold, casting a glow over the messy strands of his hair.

The gentle rise and fall of Bo’s chest mirrored the sway of the wind through the trees. Chung Myung had sat there, watching him in silence. His neck would surely be sore when he woke up, but there was something calming in the way Bo lay so still, so utterly at peace.

Chung Myung could still hear the echoes of the countless times he had scolded Bo for letting the wine grow tepid for dozing off while clutching on the bottle for too long. Now, he could almost relish on same wine again, as if he had been drinking it whole from his hands, with his lips grazing on his fingertips, as his own hands cupped Bo's, trying to catch the drops slipping through.

But all that was left to do was hold on to Bo's body, thigh against his chest, his silent sobs had long since ceased. Chung Myung clung to his body as if he could share some of his warmth.»

And yeah, It's done... I'm so done. Although I wish I could say the same thing about my fanfic.

And special thanks to my friends @felixblankspace @victorian-platence for being great friends. ♥️✨♥️

(gracias por soportarme :') )

[everytangbo]

"He smells like plum blossoms. Amazing. I shouldn't be surprised, he's wildlife. A human plum tree. It's always spring when he's around. I wonder if he goes bald in winter, too."

[filialdisciple]

—a tangcheong reincarnation ficlet set during the shaolin tournament arc 👍

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Part 1 2 3

baek cheon didn't think much of the loud commotion being made in the audience stands as a large family entered the arena.

"huh? what's all that noise over there?" yoon jong voiced out.

the rest of the mount hua disciples turned their heads in the direction yoon jong was pointing at and they watched as people unabashedly stared at the person in the center of the group.

"you missing a cousin or something, samae?" one of the disciples joked.

the man in question looked closer to a tang than he did his own family members who walked beside him. whereas their hair were varying shades of light brown, his was dark and closer to tang soso's own color.

tang soso frowned, narrowing her eyes as she tried to peer at his features which were slightly too far to distinguish properly.

"I don't recall having any cousins in shaolin..." she mutters as yu iseol also tilted her head in question.

the man's gaze sweeped lazily across the arena. even from afar, baek cheon could tell that the man's gaze was contemptuous.

he didn't need to use his qi to enhance his eyesight to know that the gaze that was thrown towards the sect leaders' stand was absolutely scathing.

jo gul scratched his cheek. "he must be the rumored son of the zheng merchant family. see the crest on his robes?"

"what do you know of him?" baek cheon asked. he doesn't really understand why but a part of him felt like he had to be on-guard towards the strange man.

"not much," jo gul winced, "just that he's a bit older than us and that he...mildly poisoned one of the daughters of another family in sichuan."

"..."

they all turned towards tang soso.

"are you sure he's not part-tang or something?" yoon jong asked.

their conversation is abruptly interrupted by loud shouts cheering for shaolin.

the disciples of mount hua shared resolute nods as they began marching forward, letting the praises pouring out from the audience straighten their spines and walk more resolutely.

chung myung seamlessly slipped back into their fold, the money pouches he brought with him noticably emptier than when he had arrived.

it felt as if the cheers for them rang louder than those for shaolin. it was a very ovewhelming feeling and all of them could feel the pressure on their shoulders.

once again, they watch the reliable back of their sajil as chung myung finally sets foot on the stage, gazing up.

the current head of the zheng family was not influenced by the excitement that seemed to radiate from his fellow tournament-goers. rather, his eyes were locked on the face of his elder brother who he had never seen look as emotional as he did now.

there was disbelief on his face. he wore a strange expression which wavered between hope and doubt. unfathomable emotions swam in his eyes.

"ge, is everything alright?" he worriedly asked. "if you wish to leave, we don't have to—"

"no." zheng bo cut him off. "we're staying."

he shared concerned looks with his other siblings, but they silently agreed to let it be.

their eldest brother had always been distant, but he was never unkind to them.

they could never understand where the weight zheng bo seemed to always carry on his shoulders came from, but he never lashed at them.

they had never known zheng bo to be anything other than melancholic, so seeing the way the beginnings of a lively spark enter his eyes...

it was as if they were watching him transform into someone else for a moment.

"hyung...?" zheng bo murmured as he practically threw himself over the railing to get a closer look.

luckily, their youngest sibling, about the same age as the youngest second class disciple of mount hua, managed to pull their eldest brother back by the robe.

"zheng bo, what's gotten into you?" their mother worriedly clutched at him.

a string of incomprehensible muttering escaped zheng bo's lips. "...a descendant? no, he—a wife? no, as if..."

questioning stares were thrown their way from other audience members, but they were quickly distracted by the start of the deciding battle between the two finalists.

it was a battle that no one could have ever expected.

it felt too one-sided and the zheng family, as with the rest of the spectators, found themselves at a complete loss over the practically one-sided battle between shaolin's hye yeon and mount hua's chung myung.

there was heavy and glooming feeling charging the atmosphere. the previous racuous and excited cheers turned into silent feelings of apprehension and confusion.

��this is nothing compared to what mount hua has been through.”

zheng bo let out a pained, heartaching noise.

"ge," the second zheng son started, still lost. "do you know what he's talking about?"

it seemed to him that chung myung was talking about something beyond the prior slow decline of their sect.

zheng bo seemed to be too overcome with his own emotions to answer.

they all turned back their heads to the stage and were graced with the sight of a soft curve of a blade that arched beautifully, tearing apart all the golden winds thrown towards its weilder's way by hye yeon.

"beautiful..." someone in the audience behind them mumbled.

and it truly was a mesmerizing sight to see.

and it became all the more so when plum blossoms pink, an unstoppable multitude, bloomed from chung myung's sword.

tang bo crumpled where he had was standing.

happiness, guilt, and, most of all, /relief/ wrapped themselves around his heart—his heart which, for the longest time, for over three decades, had been hollowed and emptied out of any possible feelings.

"you're here too."

tang bo didn't have to be alone anymore.

[blossoming-mind-palace]

Chung Myung x Reader: "Not Jealous!" (SFW)

Summary: You and Jo Geol are talking about the Plum Blossom Sword Saint, and you can't stop gushing over him. Chung Myung gets jealous

Contains: Mild jealousy & a GN reader

WC: 1630

“Do you guys ever wonder what the Plum Blossom Sword Saint looked like?” Chung Myung’s ear twitched when he heard you say this. “Well, all of the stories make him sound like a badass, so he probably looked the part, too,” Jo Geol chimed in. “What does a badass look like to you, Jo Geol?” You inquired. “Well, he must’ve been a giant. I bet he had a bunch of scars from all of the battles he was in! He probably had an intimidating gaze, too.”

“Respectfully, I disagree.” “Oh? Then what do you think he looked like?” “Hm…” You paused for a second. “I bet he had women all over him!” Chung Myung coughs on his drink and almost spits it out on the dinner table.

Everyone’s eyes are on him. “Are you okay, Chung Myung?” You turn towards him with a concerned look on your face. “Mhm!” He is a terrible liar and is visibly nervous. You decide to not comment on his face because he looks like he doesn’t want to talk about what just happened.

“Okay, back to what I was saying. He seems like the stereotypical heroic type, right? There’s no way he wasn’t popular with the ladies! Especially if he was big like you said. Who doesn’t want a giant and buff knight in shining armor?” Chung Myung is making mental notes on what you're saying. That must be your taste in men, right? His ears turn red while he eavesdrops on your conversation with Jo Geol.

“I guess that makes sense. If he was like that, I’d want to get to know him too!” “Exactly, you understand now!” “I wonder what other features he had…” Jo Geol thinks out loud. Chung Myung has gone quiet and his face is as red as a tomato. He’s stopped eating and can only look at his lap while listening to you gush over his previous life. He wants to scream.

“I don’t know, but he must’ve been a hunk! I bet he was the chivalrous romantic type, too. It’d make sense with the whole heroic reputation he has. Hah, sounds like my type of guy-” “I think you’ve been reading too many fairytales!” Chung Myung snaps at you. You notice he’s pouting, and decide it’s a good time to tease him. “Okay, why does that concern you? I’m just speculating. It’s not like he’s in the room with us, anyway!” “Whatever, I’m done eating!” He stands up abruptly and leaves.

Jo Geol looks startled; an upset Chung Myung is the last thing the disciples need. “I wonder why he’s so pissy? It’s not like he’s cared about my taste in men before!” You sigh and watch as Chung Myung slams the door on his way out.

Everyone except you knows why he’s like this. They’ve watched him steal glances, listened to him praise you after training, and noticed the special treatment he gives you. He doesn’t steal from your plate, he sneaks in booze for you and gets jealous when other disciples spend too much time with you. Jo Geol has seen this all before with other disciples. He knows for a fact that Chung Myung is in love with you and is currently jealous!

“Maybe you should go talk to him, (Y/N)?” Jo Geol suggests. The sooner you smooth things over, the sooner peace will return to Mount Hua. “Why?” “Well, something you said must’ve upset him!” “But I didn’t do anything besides praise the Plum Blossom Sword Saint!”

“Look, (Y/N), if he’s still like this tomorrow he’ll make training feel like hell on Earth. Please, smooth things over with him for all of us! We don’t want to face his wrath tomorrow!” “You’re being dramatic, but okay.” Jo Geol breathes a sigh of relief when you finally leave the dinner table.

-

Knock knock knock. “Chung Myung, is anybody home?” You ask and wait. A couple of seconds pass by with no response. You knock again. “Chung Myung, can I come in? Please?” You’ve started using your gentle and sweet tone. It’s the one you use when you want him to be soft towards you. “Fine.” He opens the door and has a massive pout on his face. This grown man looks like a kicked puppy, and it’s taking every ounce of self-control you have to not giggle at him. He moves to the side, lets you enter his room, and closes the door behind you.

You look him in the eyes, and you’re ready to confront him. “What’s up with you?” “Huh?” “Your mood suddenly changed during dinner, and now I’m concerned.” “It’s nothing!” His cheeks and ears are turning red again. He looks adorable when he’s like this!

He starts to panic as you close the distance between you two. Since his face is flushed, you decide to check his temperature. His eyes go wide when you put your hand on his forehead. “What do you think you’re doing!?” “I’m just concerned about your health! Your face is red, you feel hot, and you’ve been acting weird!” “Look, I’m not sick, so back up! Please…”

His tone softened at the end, and you decide it’s high time to stop teasing him. You remove your hand and back up. “Then what’s your problem? You were obviously upset at dinner. Was it something I said?” “...” “If you won’t tell me, I’ll have to figure it out myself!” Your mind replays all of the conversations you had during that time. You guys talked about food, how hard training was today, legends and heroes… Wait, that’s it!

“You weren’t upset until I started praising him!” “W-Who!? I have no idea what you’re talking about!” “The Plum Blossom Sword Saint! You’re jealous of the Plum Blossom Sword Saint!” “I am not!!” “Yes, you are!” “Am not!” His face couldn’t get any redder. This is ridiculous! Why would he be jealous of himself? “Just admit it! You’re jealous because I kept talking about how attractive he must’ve been.” “So what if I am!? What’re you gonna do if I say I’m jealous, anyway?” You pin him against the door. “Do you wanna find out?”

Chung Myung feels like he’s going to explode in any second now. When did you become so assertive? And who do you think you are, pining your senior to the door like this!? Your face inches closer to him. “Say it.” “No!” “Say it!” “Absolutely not!” “Pretty please, sahyung?” You purr into his ear. “That’s it, I’ve had enough of your shit! Why do you even care so much? Do you want me to be jealous!?” “Maybe…”

The tables turn when he trades places you. You’re caged between his arms and the door, and there’s no escaping at this point. He asks,” Why are you like this?” “Because I like it when you’re flustered. It’s cute.” Your hand raises and you softly caress his face. He grabs your hand, but instead of ripping it away, he buries his face into it. 

“You think I’m cute?” “Mhm!” You’re pleased with your progress. It seems like he’s starting to calm down now. His eyes are still furrowed, and while he looks you in your eyes, he asks,” Do you think I’m cuter than him?” “Pardon?” “Don’t make me repeat myself!” Oh, he’s so cute when he’s flustered!

“Yes, Chung Myung, I think you’re cuter than the Plum Blossom Sword Saint,” you say as you cup his face in your hands. “You’re probably stronger than him, too.” “Hah, I don’t know about that…” He rubs the back of his neck. All of these compliments are making him nervous! “I do, and I think you’re the strongest, hottest hunk Mount Hua has ever seen!” You start peppering his face with kisses. His heart feels like it could explode in any second!

His eyebrows have relaxed and now he can’t stop smiling. “You have the prettiest smile, too! Oh, and your eyes are so captivating! I could stare into them forever!” “Stop it, I’m not that handsome…” He’s rubbing the back of his neck as he sheepishly looks away. You can tell he’s nervous.

“I disagree,” You kiss his forehead, and look down at his lips. “Hey, Chung Myung…” “Hm?” “Can I kiss you here?” You ask innocently as you poke his bottom lip with your pointer finger. His heartbeat can’t go any faster; you’re going to be the death of this man! “Y-yeah…”

You grab his chin and pull him forward. Your lips meet, and when you try to pull away Chung Myung pouts. “Oh? Why’re you upset now?” “You know why!” You smile softly at him and give him a couple more kisses, but these are more drawn out than the first one. You’re both panting when you finally pull away.

“There, are you happy now?” “Maybe…” “What do I have to do to turn that into a yes?” Your response makes him feel shy, and he goes quiet while trying to figure out how to reply. You decide to take the lead. You grab his hand and lead him to the bed. “Lay down so I can coddle you,” you tell him. He obeys, and you follow suit. He lays his head on your chest, meanwhile your hand is running through his hair while the other rubs circles on his back. He feels like he’s on cloud 9.

“Are you happy now?” “Mhm…” he mumbles into your chest. You whisper under your breath,” You’re such a big baby…” “Huh!?”

-

The next morning, the disciples noticed Chung Myung was acting weird. He was happy… a bit too happy. They definitely weren’t complaining! A happy Chung Myung is better to train with than an angry and violent one. Jo Geol will have to thank you later.

[halloween-neko96]

I have only known Chung Myung for a short time but I'm already obsessed with him. I need more fics about him. Especially about how other people realize how much Chung Myung actually does behind the scenes. Like how much he actually thinks, strategizes, and calculates on a daily basis. How much he actually overworked. I need more Chung Myung Appreciate!

[aweirdoswritting]

The fragile heart of a warrior

Chung myung was confused.

Chung myung could not stop the tears rushing down his face.

His voice broke and a wept came through, his his heart unable to stay quiet.

It was as if every emotion he had beat down deep into his heart came rushing out all at once.

Chung myung could not breathe.

He heaved and heaved but it was as if the oxygen escaped him every breath he took.

He clutched onto anything he could- the table toppled to the floor with him, Empty alcohol bottles breaking at the impact.

He squeezed the cloth around his heart, feeling the embroidery of the mount hua symbol.

He was no longer in the past.

So why does his senses betray him!

He wasn’t in war anymore, and everyone from that wretched war was long gone.

Yet he could not stop the gut-wrenching sobs that came as he curled into himself.

His voice shattered, unable to contain the cries in between shallow breaths.

It was as if the burden he had been carrying all the sudden felt too heavy, it came crashing down on him- crushing his lungs.

The collar of his Robes and the floor under him were soaked with tears.

Chung myung could not stop the sobs that made him retch with the itch to vomit everything in his body.

So you could not blame the scream that occurred as the disciples rushed in, not caring about the broken door.

The five swords could be seen surrounding him, but Chung myung could not greet them.

The lack of oxygen made his vision blurry. His limps had long lost any strength he had in his body, he could feel someone’s arms wrapping around him- he wanted to push off whoever it was but he couldn’t.

Sahyung. Sajil. Bo-ya.

I’m sorry.

I couldn’t save you. I couldn’t keep my promise.

{….}

A sad but firm voice could be heard, though only Chung myung heard him.

{Chung myung,do not blame yourself.}

The retched sobs all the sudden stopped as the young man was unconscious- his body unable to hold the sorrow that had spilled into his every sense. Yet in his sleep the tears did not stop.

The disciples around him stared at the scene wide eye, some holding back tears as they watched baek cheon bringing their youngest into his arms, hugging the unconscious Chung myung whose eyes still spilled precious tears, tears that might as well be rarer than an expensive jewel.

All the sudden Chung myung seemed like an old man that had carried too many burdens in his life. His shoulders were small and heavy as he breathed- his breaths becoming softer as he fell into sleep.

The room fell into a silence, the only sound that could be heard was Chung myung’s soft breathing as the tears finally stopped.

You could hear the fabric rustling of baek cheon’s clothes as he hugged Chung myung tighter.

As if he couldn’t believe the scene Infront of him.

He held on tightly, as if letting go would shatter the fragile jar all over again—its broken pieces barely held together by cheap tape. The heavy burdens inside pressed against the cracks, threatening to spill and break it completely.

[kami777]

Sneak peak of Chapter 1 of Zombie!CheongMyeong fic!

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Darkness.

An all encompassing void was all that Cheong Myeong could see. His senses had long dulled, and there was only an echo where his body used to be. He couldn't bring himself to care, even the beating in his chest was but a distant memory,

‘I'm dead now, why do I need to bother with things like that?’

A jolt.

‘Huh?’

Something stirred and awakened in his mind, a collection of strange sounds reverberated in his head, almost unbearably loud after not hearing anything for god knows how long. The creaking of a heavy door, then the slam of it shutting, distant, unintelligible muttering, speaking slowly with a tone so sad a strange nauseous sensation settled in his skull.

‘Who is that? What are they saying?’

The sound of steady footsteps on stone, walking, walking away from him.

‘Hey, Wait, Where are you going? Why are you walking away?’

Light fills his mind, the scenery blurring on the edges, like a dream. He can see people in front of him, maybe 5? 6? They all blur together as they walk away, slow and steady, down a path that feels all too familiar.

‘Hold on, don't leave, why are you leaving?’

Something desperate gripped his heart, as if something dear was being ripped away from him, but the feeling was suspended, without direction.

Something dear?

‘I have already lost everything dear to me’

Images of his sect brothers fluttered through his mind, the blood, the death, the countless mangled bodies as far as he could see. Pain ripped desperately at his heart.

‘If only I was stronger, then maybe some more would have survived’

‘There is nothing more I can do’

Cheong Myeong felt himself sink, the darkness of earth encompassing him once again, it was comfortable, familiar. A memory echoed in the back of his mind, the strong hands of his sahyung laying his small, not yet scarred body, gently into his bed, the warmth of the blankets descending and wrapping around him, comfort, safety. The light of a single candle illuminates the room, flickering over the lines of his sahuyng’s face, ever so softly, fingers brush through his hair, and a light melody reaches his ears.

‘Ah, my sahyung is singing to me’

His body is warm and the pillow under his head is soft and cold, he thinks this is the most comfortable he has ever been. The candle light flickers again, through the shrinking cracks of his eyes he can see the red-pink edges of the embroidered plum flower on his chest, the light lines of thread glowing in the light.

‘Mount hua…’

His consciousness fades slowly, but something in his mind fights it.

The blinding image of people on a path fills his brain again. He strains his vision, looking desperately, for something, anything. One man, in the back of the crowd, falters in his steps, slowing to a stop.

‘Turn around! look at me! do anything!’

The man hesitates, the world goes silent, he turns slowly to glance back, the wind blowing gently through his robes, lifting them lightly off his chest.

Pink.

Five petals, embroidered together, the string fraying slightly at the edges. The craftsmanship is poor, and the robes are old and weathered, but he could recognize it nonetheless.

Mount Hua.

His home.

The place he gave his whole life to protect.

The smell of plum blossoms and the taste of wine.

A fire lit in his soul, something that had laid long and dormant. The will to fight.

But something else still resided within him, a reminder of all that he had lost, a compressing grief, the knowledge that he cannot change the past no matter what he does and who he kills. The urge to give up and rest.

Two thoughts battled in his mind, one shining brighter and brighter until the other fades away entirely.

‘I want to sleep’

‘No’

‘I want to go home.’

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This is my very first serious fic ever so feedback is welcome and encouraged! Please let me know if anything is difficult to understand 😭

[sarotati]

Nights

Ch.3: We Need to Praise Him More

Previous Ch.

Summary: On their way to accomplish some work with the Tang Family, this little bit of journey isn't easy for anyone.

Not even for him.

Note: there's a lot of nonsense in this chapter.

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"Oh, Is sajo coming too?"

She turned at the sound of the feminine voice coming from behind, the corners of her lips gently pulling upward as she saw the girl with brown hair styled in two neat buns.

The older girl glanced at the papers in her hands before turning her jade-colored eyes toward her. She simply shook her head with a sad smile.

"Yes, Elder Hyun Young told me to go."

"Great! Let’s go, we’re leaving soon!"

Suddenly, Tang Soso’s curious expression was replaced by a bright smile, and she gave her a playful pat on the back, stronger than what should have been expected from such a delicate hand.

She smiled blankly as she was easily pulled by the arm toward the gate, where the other disciples going on this trip had gathered.

"Oh! Sajo is coming too?"

Why are you so surprised by some nonsense? This is embarrassing.

Despite the frown on her face explaining a lot more than mere expressions ever could, making Jo Gul’s back covered in a little sweat, she remained polite and said nothing.

And if this is politeness, then who isn't Confucius on this earth?

Anyway, the disciples of Mount Hua, along with the Ghost Gate leader and his companion, as well as Hye Yeon, descended the mountain.

It was a relatively easy and familiar journey for the disciples of Mount Hua, who often climbed the mountain, while the others almost fell several times.

At the base of the mountain appeared the old beggar whose name she always forgot. What was it again?

Never mind, the point here is that he was foolish enough to offer to join them.

Foolish? Why?

The reason was clear, and everything was explained when Chung Myung led them to an cart in front of which were heavy shackles, resembling the chains used to throw criminals into the sea.

"Put them on."

When Chung Myung gave the order with a smile, she looked up at the sky, feeling the urge to curse someone.

The clear sky above seemed to look down on her in disdain.

"Oi! Sajo! Where’s your mind? Stop daydreaming and come here!"

Chung Myung mocked her with a laugh, and she gave him a hopeless look in response to the provocation she was facing.

For quite some time now, Chung Myung had started to notice her more than before, as he used to not look her direction twice.

And this was not a kind expression—he enjoyed mocking her whenever he had the chance, sometimes even playing with the chain she could never get back from him.

And so, the mundane journey of the disciples began as they dragged the cart all the way to Guizhou. Yes… Chung Myung had decided they would go to Guizhou first, not Sichuan.

It’s worth noting that Baek Chun cursed him many times—who didn’t know it was intentional? He clearly did that on purpose.

From day one, the disciples felt completely drained, losing consciousness as soon as they finally stopped to sleep.

She was no different from them in any way.

But she didn’t sleep long. Her eyelids quickly fluttered open, revealing a pair of glassy eyes, wet like dew, under the moonlight.

Her eyes met a sky dotted with clouds that only hid a small portion of its darkness, with lesser intensity.

The feeling of her muscles torn in her arms, legs, and every part of her body seeped into her nervous system without warning, pushing her to groan in frustration.

"Damn..."

"We must watch our language, sajo."

She didn’t have enough energy to jump up and shout, yet she felt her heart slip from it's place with fright.

Looking up, she saw Chung Myung sitting comfortably in the cart, extending his head with an arrogant smile in her direction, contrasting sharply with her expression, which was empty and pale.

"Sajae will be the death of me..."

"Hahaha! How dramatic you are."

She closed her eyes in pain, wishing she were just a spoiled child who loved drama instead of this.

'You failed miserably, Sect Leader Sahyung.'

"Tsk tsk... In my day, I used to roam around Kangho like it was my home, carrying loads as big as people without getting tired! But these youths these days..."

She didn’t say a word and just stared at the sky above while listening to the nonsense he was spitting. What did he say? Luggage as big as people? Is he talking about the Dark Saint now?

She couldn’t help but release a small laugh at that, but soon groaned as the slight movement triggered pain in her body.

"Hmm? What was that?"

A small, exhausted smile crept onto her lips, mocking her situation, as she couldn’t tell him that she remembered his dearly departed friend.

Regardless of the fact that she didn’t want to reveal herself to him.

Seeing Chung Myung laughing and having such a peaceful time filled her with a sense of contentment, gently tickling the walls of her heart.

Even if he knew, she didn’t have the conscience to bring those memories back to him herself.

On the other hand, she had to endure his annoyance now.

"What? Are you ignoring me, sajo? Have you lost your mind?"

The blank expression returned to her face as Chung Myung used the tip of the sheath of his sword to poke her mud-and-sweat-covered face. Her neck hurt every time her head moved slightly, and he prodded her face like that..

Although she groaned in annoyance, she forced herself to respond, hoping he would show some mercy.

"Nothing in particular... it just seems like Sahyungs and Sasuks are really messy."

"But you didn’t look at them?"

"Yes, but I don’t need to look to know."

She was not better than them anyhow.

They exchanged a look, their expressions almost identical in neutrality, and Chung Myung quickly gave a simple nod.

"Right... no, actually, sajo looks worse."

She shut her eyes tightly and took a deep breath, trying to remind herself that getting angry wasn’t in her best interest.

'Sahyung, what should I do with this man?'

Unfortunately, contrary to what Chung Myung experienced, silence was all that flowed through her mind, unchanged, unanswered.

"Why aren't you asleep? You don’t think you can use exhaustion as an excuse, right? You’ll still have to drag the cart."

"It’s not like that..."

She felt like she could cry at any moment. Her mentality was exhausted and hypersensitive to any kind of irritating words.

"I can’t sleep, my back hurts, that’s all."

Chung Myung rolled his eyes in annoyance, threw himself to the side, and turned to lie on his back, maintaining a clear view of all the living corpses scattered by the cart.

His gaze went upwards, almost lost in the beauty of the starry sky, glittering like diamonds scattered on dark silk.

The sounds of distant and near insects' chirps and the surrounding quiet due to the lack of strong winds that night, along with the deadly stillness of the tree branches, created an extremely silent atmosphere that was almost annoying.

Even though no wind was blowing against his skin, the light autumn chill easily reached him without the need for nighttime winds to support it.

In such silence and distraction, when Chung Myung opened his mouth as if about to say something, he felt a deep sense of strangeness because he had no idea what he wanted to say.

He looked to the side, where the disciples were, and his eyes directly turned to her, where she was lying in the opposite direction to him. Her face was somewhat visible, so he could see that she was still awake as well.

Her glassy eyes seemed to take her mind far away into that space, as if sinking into a pool of distant figures that had long disappeared and would never show up again.

His voice, breaking the silence, was what brought her out of that space.

"How did sajo come to Mount Hua?"

She turned slightly toward him, despite the pain in her neck, but ignored it for a chance to glance more at his face.

Although there were no clear features on his expression, and it seemed like he was asking out of boredom, not curiosity, she couldn’t help but think.

"How... or why?"

"Hmmm..."

Chung Myung hummed to himself for a moment and then rubbed his chin with his hand. In fact, it was a reasonable question.

"I think it’s why?"

A soft smile spread across her lips, like a poor imitation of the thin rays of sunlight that couldn’t be seen anywhere at this hour.

"Why... hmm."

She resumed staring at the sky above her, and it seemed that the clouds, which had just settled in their places, had already moved, forming new shadows in the sky.

"I love swords."

"So you were going to the southern edge."

She looked at him again, a faint smile ghosting across her face. At that moment, Chung Myung stared at her, seemingly expecting something.

"Sajae."

"What?"

"Are we talking logically now?"

Chung Myung looked at her for a moment before shaking his head. In fact, thinking about it, she was absolutely right.

Damn, every time he talked to her, he discovered that she wasn’t so bad!

"Ah, of course, no doubt, sajo was foolish."

".."

"Plus, I assume these Southern Edge's arrogant bastards won't take in a weakling like sajo."

She groaned with a mix of pain and annoyance.

His eyes scanned all the Mount Hua disciples, deeply asleep, as though they were corpses risen from their graves.

Each of them had a reason, which Chung Myung probably knew, except for her.

She didn’t do anything but smile faintly in sadness when she saw him confirming his own view of her foolishness. Chung Myung looked at her again with a raised eyebrow.

"So you weren’t an orphan picked up by the Sect Leader from somewhere?"

"No..."

"And not a rich child who ran away from home to escape some rules?"

"...No."

"And you don’t have a fierce rivalry with any of your peers and ran to Mount Hua to prove you weren’t useless?"

"Sajae, why are you applying Sahyungs and Sasuks’ stories to me?"

It makes their life stories seem shabby. Is it ethical to think about them like this?

Chung Myung clicked his tongue when she looked at him with annoyance and a frown, but she looked away when his eyes seemed like he was about to pop her eyes out for looking at him like that.

Of course, she didn’t have to share the story of her arrival at Mount Hua from her previous life, but creating a fabricated story from her imagination without any prior thought? That was more dangerous.

It’s Chung Myung, and if she made even the smallest mistake and left a gap in her hastily made-up story, she might end up with a broken head added to her injuries for the day.

"I used to hear a bit about Mount Hua from a certain old man..."

Chung Myung looked at the girl, who kept her eyes on the sky for a moment before looking back at him. For some reason, she seemed determined to do this, even though he had tried to scare her many times.

A small smile appeared on her face, as if memories were tickling a corner of her consciousness.

"I later heard about the current state of Mount Hua, but I was shocked when I came here for the first time."

A small laugh escaped her lips, as comparing the Mount Hua she arrived at and the current one felt incredibly strange.

It was as if she had been an elder in the finance hall just yesterday.

Of course, being shocked had happened in this life, but when she first arrived at Mount Hua, it was such a prestigious sect that she is still surprised to this day when remembering that they had took her in.

"The situation was a little tough... Oh, but you know what?"

Chung Myung, who was listening attentively, tilted his head slightly, as if that small gesture expressed his attention, and a trace of curiosity was evident in his eyes.

She tilted her head to the left slightly, so she could look at him easily, drawing a wide smile on her face as she opened her mouth.

"Bliss came."

"Bliss? What bliss?"

Chung Myung looked at her in confusion. He had never heard anything like this from Sahyeong, so he assumed he had missed something.

And seeing the mischievous look on her face, with that wide smile, Chung Myung felt a little uneasy.

"Hehehe, Sajae, don’t you know?"

"What do you mean, weirdo...?"

"Tsk tsk... you don’t even remember the day you arrived properly."

"What? How could I not..."

Chung Myung cut himself off, placing his hand on his chin and almost covering his mouth while an expression of realization crossed his face.

When he looked at her with furrowed brows, she was already humming, as if she were about to sing it out loud.

"Sajae, how could you neglect something like this? Don’t you know how lucky we are to have such a nice guy like you?"

"You're not—"

"Tsk... you have such ethereal eyes, but you don’t see this? Really, no one’s perfect! With all these blissful traits, but Sajae is so humble, huh? All you need is one look around you to see that. Why do I need hints? Why don’t you directly know what the divine bliss I’m talking about is, when it’s this clear—? Ouch!!"

She was actually garrulous, but she still thought she didn’t deserve this.

She held her aching nose from the hit, which was probably red and would soon turn purple.

Chung Myung put his scabbard back in place. He was trying hard to control his facial expressions now because he had given up on the blood rushing to his cheeks, groaning and sighing in annoyance before turning to the other side, continuing to mutter angrily.

"Brazen little brat, why do you keep spouting nonsense?"

"Sajae, you evil one! What did I do to you?!"

"Shut up!"

Chung Myung mumbled in an irritated tone. Though inside, his chest fluttered from hearing the praise, the problem here was that he wasn’t used to hearing this kind of praise.

She knew there were many terms she shouldn’t have used, but they slipped out involuntarily.

So, she just went with the flow.

"Sajae, I didn't know you’re so shy."

"Say that again, I dare you!"

"I don’t like challenges, but that’s actually cute."

!

She quickly rolled away before the flying scabbard could hit her, landing on her stomach and propping her chin on the ground while looking at him with a tired smile. However, inside, she was screaming from the pain because rolling wasn’t that easy.

Chung Myung looked at her with a devilish face, and unfortunately, she couldn’t help but wonder whether he had to distort that beautiful face like this.

"Bring it back..."

"Sajae, that’s too harsh—"

"Sajo... bring it back, sajo..."

"Yes, sir."

Hearing this tone, she had no choice but to comply.

She quickly crawled two steps to pick up the sword, then approached the cart and handed it to him like a loyal warrior.

Chung Myung looked at her for a long time. Her faint smile was tinged with guilt and fear, and it was obvious from the beads of sweat sliding down her forehead.

Instead of taking the scabbard, she grabbed his big hand on her head, just like a threat, and no need for a sword by her neck. She was merely waiting for the moment when he'd crush her head like a stupid watermelon.

Chung Myung looked at her with a gaze that spoke for itself.

"It seems like sajo has grown tired of the place of her head, what bullshit are you speaking now?"

"What? Nonsense that you were cute just now?"

"..."

She felt his fingers almost digging into her head, but oh my god... the experience of pushing someone to the edge like this with provocation gave her an indescribable sense of happiness and satisfaction.

This must be some kind of drug.

"Don't worry, Sajae, I didn’t say that, you’re just imagining things."

"No, how could this..."

"Maybe because you realize that you’re so—"

She groaned as he prodded her forehead with enough force to make her fall back. After he suddenly let go of her head, she groaned again when she fell onto her back, which was likely now bruised.

Are the lives of bulls this hard? No, of course not. Bulls don’t wear weights and pull wooden carts instead of iron ones.

"Tsk, you're so annoying."

"..."

At this point, she decided that she had gone too far.

How did she know it? Well... from where she was, she could see Chung Myung, who had turned away in annoyance, and this time, she could spot the tint at the back of his neck and the tips of his ears.

Well, a dose of praise every now and then wouldn’t be a bad thing, right? This is for his health.

All of this was Chung Mun’s fault for being so stingy; why didn’t he praise him more in his first life?

When she looked at the clear sky above them, a faint smile formed on her face, despite her fatigue.

"Good night, Chung Myung-ah."

"..."

Despite not receiving a reply, she didn’t feel any annoyance, because she had expected it simply. In fact, it would have been silly to expect any answer from him. At least not after provoking him like that.

She let out a short sigh...

Before either of them could realize, they were both submerged in the silence of the place, with sleep wafting over them like perfume.

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Note: My own character showed up slightly when it came to say the good things about this guy but I think she's going to say similar things to this so I'm not actually worried.

Unlike anything I've written before, this story doesn't have to focus on events, instead, on the conversations? At least in many chapters. Like I want to make it as nice and peaceful as possible. I may add event and plot details from the novel as the story progresses, But most of the plot that will be presented here is only necessary to explain the changes that occurred because she too reincarnated.

So aside from the chatter, I just want our Chung Myung to be happy—like who doesn't?!

For those who are looking forward for some angst... I'll try (;

And now I will go to lay down on my bed, not to sleep of course, but to think of every possible way to bully someone and by someone I mean the oc of course like who else on earth 🤣

See y'all later ✨

[seraph-of-the-mikayuu]

I have a question, in fics where Tang Bo ended up living, why does everyone make him lose an eye and give him an eyepatch? When he died he was stabbed in the chest and both eyes were okay.

Not complaining cause I love the fics and art with him having an eyepatch, I was just curious why.

[damiiimidassss]

Chung Myung x Yin Yue(oc)

Warning: Spoilers for chapter 541, angst, mention of death

Summary: Yin Yue thought she almost lost him

The room was dim, lit only by the faint glow of a lantern in the corner. The aftermath of the battle with the Demonic Sect had left its mark on Mount huas deciples, but none more so than Chung Myung. His body, battered and bruised, lay still on the bed for 2 days , his chest rising and falling rhythmically. For once, the ever-spirited swordsman looked peaceful, his usual sharpness dulled by exhaustion.

Yin Yue was also exhausted, not sleeping and eating for 2 days as she continues to kept watch over him

Yin Yue sat beside him, her arm tightly bandaged, but she barely felt the sting of her own injury. Her eyes never left him, taking in every detail of his face—the faint scars. She clenched her fist, her nails digging into her palms as she whispered to herself, “I have to become stronger. I have to protect you...”

Her voice cracked, and she pressed her lips together to stifle the sob threatening to escape. Her chest felt unbearably tight, the memory of the battle replaying in her mind. She had watched him stand alone against the overwhelming force of the Demonic Sect priest , his body a shield for everyone else. And then, she had watched him fall—bloodied and broken.

Tears slid down her cheeks as she stared at him now, her heart shattering under the weight of fear and guilt. He almost died. Again. Right in front of me.

Yin Yue’s body trembled as silent cries wracked her frame, her hands reaching out instinctively but stopping just short of touching him.

Her mind drifted to the past—a life she could never forget. A life where she had already lost him. The pain of that loss surged through her, raw and unrelenting. She clenched her jaw, wiping her tears with the back of her hand.

“I can’t lose you,” she whispered, her voice barely audible in the stillness. Her gaze, dulled by exhaustion and grief, burned with determination as it rested on his face. “I need you to stay alive… to kill that fox demon.”

The room fell silent again, save for the faint sound of her shaky breaths. Yin Yue brushed a strand of hair from his face, her touch feather-light, as though afraid he would disappear if she pressed too hard.

Her own injuries throbbed in protest, but she didn’t care. All she could think about was the person in front of her—the one person she couldn’t afford to lose. “You’ve already given too much,” she murmured, her voice steadier now. “So stay alive, Chung Myung. No matter what, I’ll make sure of it this time.”

[bananaguyboi]

BROTHER— I HAD NOT SEEN A FANFIC OF WHERE IF CHUNG MYUNG HAS NOT REINCARNATED A HUNDRED YEARS LATER? LIKE HELLLO????????

IM CRYING, AND BEGGING ON MY KNEEEEEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSSSS

LIKE IMAGINE LIKE— the world without Chung Myung, bro.

Imagine if Hyun Jong, now filled with debts, had to give away Mount Hua to the merchants of their rival sect?

Imagine if Hyun Young, and Hyun Sang didn't separate their paths from Hyun Jong, and still followed him because that's their Sect Leader?

Imagine the crushing defeat Baek Cheon would have during the Huazhong contest, and still remain the frog in a well that he is?

Imagine if Yoo Iseol, still trying to find the path of becoming a mount hua swordswomen, only to wander aimlessly within the oblivion? Imagine if Yoon Jung, and the other disciples of Mount Hua were being taken care of by Hyun Jong, and the other elders as they found a new place to live?

Honestly I don't even know wtf would happen to them after they gave up on Mount Hua. Others would probably become beggars as I know.

Imagine if Tang Soso was still trapped inside the Tang Family.

Imagine Tang Gunak still dealing with the bullshit system of the elders of the Tang Family, and remained the same stoic guy as he was.

Imagine if Tang Zhan, Tang Pae, Namgung Dowi were still stuck in their pride?

Imagine if the Ten Great Sects buried Mount Hua, and remained the same hypocrites as they were?

Imagine Hye Yeon still naive, and oblivious to Abbot's hypocrisy, and followed him till' the end of the world?

Imagine if Yunnan Palace Lord still fucking trapped inside, not dealing with the outsides bullshit?

Imagine if the North Sea Ice Palace getting genocide by the the remnants of the Demonic Cult?

Imagine if the guys from Southern island/Hainan Sect were just dying from Jang Ilso's attack?

Imagine if Jang Ilso took the whole world?

Imagine if the people from Plum Blossom island (I forgot what the island was originally called) was fucking invaded by the pirates.

Imagine if Nokrim King fighting for his life because of Jang Ilso.

Imagine If Jo Gul, just.. lived an ordinary merchant life LMAOO

IMAGINE BRO—THERE’S SO MANY IDEAS AND I AM NOT THAT CREATIVE WHEN IT COMES TO THINKING OF THE WHAT IF’S

LIKE IMAGINE IF LIKE— the Mount Hua disciples meeting their other selves who did not have a Chung Myung in their life lmao?

[alienandrogyny101]

rotmhs has so many characters and so many arcs and so many different places and things that it’s weird there aren’t more fanfictions focusing on the obscure details (or more fanfictions in general).

come on. write a fic about chung myung, chung jin, chung mun, and tang bo. they’ve canonically interacted and the author said that chung myung’s happiest memory is them together. is that not a perfect story setup?

tang jo pyung knew pbss. he’s met reincarnated cm too. there’s so much potential there. write more about this adorable old man.

when traveling, hyun young and chung myung prefer to be as frugal as possible. come on! there was only one bed?? perfect setup for a story with that!

also yu iseol. she definitely knows. enough said.

sure, I’m just ranting about my new hyperfixation because I want more, but I know I’m not the only one out there who wants more. and you know what? fuck it. I might write something myself. it’s been years since I’ve written a fic but I bet I could do it again.

[everytangbo]

"Myung-Myung said he's an early bird. 

A grumpy rooster that is."

"bastard~"

[filialdisciple]

dumb rotmhs fanfic idea where chung myung doesn't reincarnate and instead turns into a lost ghost on mount hua.

that is, until his spirit stumbles into yu iseol chasing after their lost plum blossoms technique that he begins to slowly regain his memories.

Got inspired by @dew-in-the-morning's tweet here!! You can also read the original fic thread :DD

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yu iseol doesn't know who the one-armed stranger was. she had opted to ignore him when she first noticed his presence in the far distance upon arrival at the clearing. but he'd been observing her for almost two hours now, and it seemed as if he had no intentions to leave at all.

"come out." she tells the one-armed man, but frustratingly receives no response at all.

she makes a move towards him but he disappears within a blink.

a part of yu iseol becomes unsettled, but she decides to brush it off as nothing more than a one-off encounter.

she's quickly proven wrong.

the following night, she once again finds him in the same spot, facing her direction. it continues that way the next night until the next week. the man is consistently there and always leaves whenever yu iseol outwardly acknowledges his presence.

after almost two weeks of this occurring, yu iseol decides to stare just as intently at the man as he did at her sword.

she doesn't often feel conscious about how others perceived her, but something about the way the man's eyes visibly narrows when she swings or stabs her sword makes her every move feel like they were being scrutinized and dissected.

and that her results were unsatisfactory if the random clucks and tsks she hears off to the side whenever she overextends her swings were any indication.

the man's robes were clearly from mount hua. but she quickly realizes that what she initially thought were shadows on his garbs were actually dark blood stains.

then a sense of uneasiness washes over her when she notices that she could see the edges of a tree through him.

it seems that her nightly companion was some sort of supernatural entity.

she doesn't feel any true fear though because no amount of malice or resentment was ever turned her direction since she began seeing the man.

"who are you?" yu iseol finally asks.

but, as expected, the man disappears and she's left alone in the clearing.

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"are there ghosts on mount hua?" yu iseol asks the sect leader much to his bemusement.

"perhaps." he replies to her after a beat passes. "what brought this on?"

yu iseol silently huffs at the admittedly lackluster reply, but responds politely, "i just saw something."

before she could turn away, the sect leader hums pensively and gently adds,

"maybe what you saw was the ghost of an ancestor watching over you."

clearly, it was intended to be an acknowledgement of her nightly sword training and visible efforts towards attaining mount hua's swordsmanship.

yu iseol, however, took the message quite differently.

that night, yu iseol lets out a breath and lowers her sword as she once again catches sight of the semi-translucent man observing her from behind a tree.

her attention zooms in on the bloodied embroidery of a plum blossom on his chest and the sword sheath strapped to his waist.

she steels herself as her eyes locks onto sharp, pink ones. she was certain that whoever this man had been, he was a strong swordsman with the way he held himself even in death.

and if the way he attentively observed her sword training was a potential indication....

"excuse me," yu iseol begins, fists clenched, "do you know how to make plum blossoms bloom?"

there was a long pause between them. for a moment, yu iseol worried that she was mistaken and that the spirit of this ancestor would disappear as he usually did.

but then the one-armed man steps forward for the first time into the clearing and replies by unsheathing his sword.

it glints against the moonlight despite its translucency and yu iseol knows that she couldn't miss the next moments no matter what.

the ghost of her ancestor holds it aloft in the air for a brief moment. And then he swings his sword into an arc.

in yu iseol's chest, the uncertain flicker of hope ignites into an unstoppable wildfire.