#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🙏🙏🙏

[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."

[azu1as]

—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.

[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 :') )

[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 😭

[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.

[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.

[dannylemeow]

Manifesting more Chung Myung/ reader fics!!! ✨✨✨✨

I need more chung myung/reader fics ಥ⁠_⁠ಥ

[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]

Second Chapter of Tang Bo's Return!

There are like- 2 more drawings there lol so yeh-

[everytangbo]

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

A grumpy rooster that is."

"bastard~"

[azu1as]

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.

[blossoming-mind-palace]

Chung Myung x Fem! Reader: “100 Years and a Promise” Sequel (NSFW/Minors DNI)

Summary: You two haven’t had alone time in what feels like forever. Thanks to your good luck, you get to share the last room available at the inn your group is staying at. You’ve slept in the same bed before, but tonight feels different.

Contains: Fem/AFAB! Reader, virginity loss, unfinished hand job, fingering, nipple stuff, Chung Myung being rough, vaginal penetration and cumming inside

WC: 3,412

When you found out there was only one bed left at the inn, you didn't complain. No, not at all. It actually made you giddy with excitement, because this meant you'll get to share a bed with Chung Myung.

“I'm so sorry! I hope this won't be an issue,” the innkeeper apologizes for the third time tonight, and every time you've attempted to reassure him that it's absolutely fine. It's actually more than fine, because you've barely spent any alone time with Chung Myung recently. Now, you'll have an excuse to get away from your group for a while and have some alone time.

You’ve shared a bed a couple of times, so you're sure it'll be fine and not embarrassing. It's just Chung Myung, you're close, you've known him for over a hundred years, and you’ve shared a bed twice before, so it shouldn't be awkward at all! You're so ecstatic at this predicament hat you almost start skipping while you make your way towards your room, and the other disciples give you odd looks.

Jo Gul and Yunjong are whispering to each other, and after eavesdropping for a second, you hear Jo Gul ask,”Do you think he’ll be easier on us tomorrow thanks to (Y/N)?” “I hope so! He’s been getting more brutal with training lately,” Yunjong sighs. “I wonder how (Y/N) can handle a beast like him; maybe she is one, t-“ Jo Gul is cut off by his friend shushing him. “Not too loud! She’s right there!” Yunjong scolds him. He’s not entirely wrong, you think before putting an end to your eavesdropping. Listening to other people gossip is fun, but you have more important matters to tend to, like the beast they were talking about.

When you finally reach your room, you open the door and find Chung Myung looking out the window. “Chung Myung, my dear, guess who ran out of rooms!” You say with an almost sing-song tone. You close the door behind you, drop your badge, and hurriedly rush towards him with a cheesy smile on your face. Hell, you probably couldn't stop smiling if you tried. Your spirits are just too high thanks to your current circumstances.

The sounds of summer like crickets chirping, and the air is a little warm. It's cooler and more comfortable compared to when the sun was up, though. His eyes go from looking outside to meeting yours, and you're greeted by the plum blossom irises you've always loved. “What? Why is that important?” He asks. He hasn't put two and two together yet.

“It’s important because it means we'll be sharing a room after not having alone time in foreeeeveeerrrr!” You reply while wrapping your arms around his toned torso. “It hasn't been that long, but yeah, it does feel like forever,” he agrees and a subtle smile appears on his lips. “I thought we'd never get away from them-” “But you love our disciples!” “... You're not wrong, but I've missed you,” he admits and starts rubbing circles on your forearms.

“I missed you, too,” you sigh into his ear while you hold each other. After a few minutes of comfortable silence, you try to let go, but someone has an iron grip on your arms. It reminds you of that one night he drunkenly confessed and wouldn’t let go of you. “You'll need to let go soon. I need to get ready for bed. We can get back to this as soon as I'm done,” you remind him and peak over your shoulder. Just like that night, Chung Myung pouts at the fact that he has to let go. You still think it’s cute, too, and love the way he clings on to you.

He begrudgingly releases your arms, and now you're free to go about your nightly routine. You walk back over to your bag and pull out your night clothes, but pause when you realize you feel a pair of eyes on you. When you look behind you, you notice Chung Myung's attention isn't on the landscape outside of the window, but you. “Chung Myung, turn around and stay that way. No peaking!” you warn him. His face becomes flushed as he blurts out,”I would never!” Yeah, you would, you think while watching him and waiting.

He closes the paper window and, when you see the back of his head, you turn and start stripping. The clothes you put on are soft and fabric is breathable. It's perfect for a summer night like tonight. “Alright, I'm done,” you announce after folding your uniform and stuffing it back into your bag. When you turn around, you notice Chung Myung stayed true to his word.

“Hah, good boy!” You tease before running back to him and squeezing him again. A faint grumble comes from him, and you notice how red the tips of his ears are. Your lips form into an “o” as you blow air onto one of them, and he jumps as his hand shoots up to cover his ear. “You're up to no good tonight! Do you get some sort of sick pleasure from teasing me!?” He snaps and faces you.

“Maybe…” you mutter almost inaudibly, but he still notices. His eyes widen in disbelief,”Wha-” “Man, I'm beat! I should go to bed now,” you interrupt him and try to act like what you said didn't happen. You stretch your arms up and yawn like you're tired, but you're bluffing. You're only a little tired; you just panicked and wanted out of that situation as soon as possible.

You step towards the bed and get comfy under the covers. You try to scoot as close to the wall as you possibly can so Chung Myung can have some room. “Good night, Chung Myung,” you say before curling up and laying your head down. Shortly after, you can hear cloth being moved around. He must be getting ready to join you.

The light that was hitting your eyelids ceases and you hear his footsteps tread closer to you. The blankets shift as he gets under them, and you can already feel the heat radiating off of his body. The bed isn't very large, and he takes up a decent amount of room. There’s still a sliver of room between you two and he's borderline touching you.

“Are you cold? Cuddle up to me if you need to,” you whisper. One of his beefy arms reaches over you and he presses himself against your back. Skinship isn't exactly new to you two, but tonight it feels different. You can feel a new type of feeling stir within you, but you decide to ignore it.

You close your eyes and try to drift off into a peaceful slumber, but after five minutes you notice something poking your backside. “Stop poking me there-” “I'm not doing anything!” “Yes you are!” “One arm is holding you and the other is under my head. What are you talking ab-” he shuts up when you both simultaneously have a revelation. It's not his finger poking your ass, but something much more scandalous.

“Chung Myung, w-what's going on down there?” “... I'm gonna be honest, it's been like that since you changed-” “O-Oh!” You feel yourself nervously sweating and getting hotter the longer you're stuck in this situation. “I can sleep on the floor if you want,” he offers and starts pulling his arm away, but you grab it before it can fully retreat.

“Stay.” “Are you sure? Doesn't it make it awkward? Don’t you feel uncomfortable?” He asks. You roll over so you can face him, and he looks genuinely concerned about how you feel in this predicament. Despite Chung Myung’s usual front, he can be an incredibly sweet and caring partner. Those traits are currently on display and you can tell thanks to how he’s currently putting your feelings before his. You lay your palms on his toned chest before replying,”Your concern for me is sweet. You know I don’t regret staying by your side and confessing after all of those years, right?” He looks confused at your sudden question, but replies with,”Y-Yeah.”

Your hand trails down his abdomen and you can feel his muscles twitch from the new sensation. “I have a feeling I won't regret what I'm about to do, either,” you whisper over his lips before the tips of your fingers ghost over his erection. “What are you- Oh! Ohhh-” he sighs out after you get a firm grip on it.

His jaw slacks as his breathing gets heavier, and you take this opportunity to ungracefully shove your mouth onto his. Your tongue is the first to dominate thanks to catching him off guard. You're not quite sure what to do with your hand after grabbing his dick, so you slowly move it up the shaft and towards the head. Your thumb gently rubs on the tip and all you can hear is him moaning into your mouth.

After debating on what to do next, you decide to retrieve your hand and, before he can react, you slip it into his pants. After noting his previous reactions, you fully wrap your fingers around it and pump it up and down. His hand squeezes your forearms, and when you massage the bare tip between your thumb and fingers, he pulls away from your sloppy kiss. Chung Myung lets out a very audible “ah!” while you apply the tiniest bit of pressure to it. You feel the head leak a little thanks to the attention it's getting.

How long has it been since his dick has gotten this much attention? Or is this the first time? your mind starts to wander as you begin pumping up and down the veiny shaft. His loss of breath and squirming makes you feel something new, and you don’t want to stop pleasing him like this. Your pace quickens and he starts bucking his hips, but all of this is interrupted when he suddenly blurts out,”Shit- Wait! I'm gonna- S-Stop!” You let go and remove your hand from his pants.

“Why? I was having fun,” you whine. He was getting off, and the thought of him getting off thanks to you makes you feel a new kind of excitement. Why would he want to stop? After his breathing slows down and his eyes refocus, he says,”I wanna touch you, too.” “Oh! Uh, okay!” You reply quickly and his hands hover over you for a solid second.

“... Where?” He hesitantly asks while staring intensely at your body. “Hm, maybe here?” You guide them to your chest. He cups your breasts with his large hand and starts kneading at them. A gasp leaves your lips, and it feels better than you could’ve imagined. While his large hands kneading your chest feels great, you find yourself wishing that there wasn’t a cloth barrier between the two.

A puzzled look appears on his face when you remove his hands and sit up. It fades when he notices that you're untying and slipping out of your top layer. The moon is especially bright tonight, and, despite being interrupted by the paper window, the moonlight still reaches your body. It’s soft and extremely subtle, but still manages to highlight your features. Chung Myung looks as if he's captivated when you lay back down. “Ahem, you may continue,” you have to snap him out of his trance so he'll continue.

His calloused hands cup under your boobs, and the skin-on-skin contact feels leagues better than earlier. Goosebumps erupt throughout your skin as his hands move up and brush against your nipples. Your hands rest on his muscular chest, and when he starts massaging yours, you wonder what his chest feels like. You feel him trap your buds in-between his pointer and middle finger, and his pinching feels so amazing that it makes you whimper. Your thighs squeeze, and the rougher he is with them, the harder you squeeze your thighs.

When he decides that he's done playing with your chest, he places his palms on your stomach. He looks smug when he comments,”It seems like you had fun. Now, where should my hands go next?” His fingertips trail down, and judging by his face, you're pretty sure he wants revenge for all of the teasing you've tortured him with.

One hand currently rests on your hip while he draws circles with his thumb. The other is gliding over your pelvis, but refuses to go any further. It's like he knows where to go, but refuses to go there. “Chung Myung, lower,” you try to direct him. “Why would I do that?” He asks in a playful yet sadistic tone. “You said you wanted to touch me!” “I technically am,” he replies with that shit-eating grin on his face. He squeezes your hip, and you roll your eyes at him.

“You're killing me,” you say before almost ripping off your bottoms and throwing them to the corner of the room. You grab his hand and place it back on your pelvis. “Lower.” “Well, when you have an attitude, I don't wanna.” “Lower, please?” You beg. You're begging. He's making you beg, and he knows damn well he's making you beg. You can tell by the dark glint in his eyes that this is what he wanted.

His fingers slowly and tantalizingly slide down and glide over your folds. You're already tensing up due to the sensitivity thanks to your inexperience. You grab on his arm when he presses his palm onto it. His palming and rubbing is rewarded with moaning, and he knows he's doing a great job thanks to the sweet little noises you're making.

Two fingers dip between your folds, and he feels around to see how you react. Moving his fingers back and forth earned him a loud gasp, but your head throws back when he rubs up against something at the front of your folds. “Fuck, Chung Myung, touch that again, please,” you whine out. “Yes, ma'am,” he replies and you feel his fingers rub up and down the same spot again.

His fingers start going in agonizingly slow, circular motions, and you're using every ounce of self control you have to not squeeze your legs shut. “Can you go faster?” You whine out your request, and he decides to give you what you want. His fingers start moving the nub at an unbelievably fast yet pleasurable pace, and you can't stop yourself from arching your back and involuntarily squirming. You feel your abdomen tighten, and the sensation is almost too much. You feel like you could explode any minute now.

When you reach your peak, you moan out his name and become a panting mess as you come down from your high. Chung Myung pulls his hand away so you can catch a break, but watches and waits for you to calm down. When your breathing returns to a somewhat normal pace, he places a knee between your leg and hovers over you. “I want to feel you again,” he states while searching for any signs of discomfort in your face. “Hah, go on, I'll be fine,” you say while snaking your arms around his neck.

His fingers dip back into your recently drenched folds, but his fingers go further back this time. He sticks them further inwards and prods around until he finds the entrance to your hole. The tip of his digits dip in, and they stretch you as they slowly enter. “Fuuuck, keep going,” you groan before he reaches as deep as his fingers will go. They make you feel full, and you wish his knuckle-deep digits could stay inside of you forever.

They slowly pull out, and you'd complain if it weren't for the tantalizing friction the movement causes. He shoves them back in with force, and you can't stop yourself from arching your back again and borderline singing praises. He retracts and pushes back in. His movements are repetitive, but you can’t get enough of it. Every time he prods it makes you feel like you're inching closer and closer to euphoria.

His pace gets more and more rapid as you feel your insides coil. The moaning and wet noises coming from you are shamelessly lewd, but, judging by his expression, Chung Myung is enjoying every second of it. “Fuck!” You cry when you finally reach that sweet release.

It takes longer to come down from that one, but when you do you notice his fingers have pulled out and he's staring at them. “Is it supposed to be that wet?” He asks before separating his fingers and admiring how the substance attempts to stick together. Your face feels like it's on fire due to the embarrassment caused by the absurdity of his question.

“Y-Yeah, pretty sure it is,” you tell him, and after that he does something you didn't expect. He licks one of his fingers, and your jaw drops and eyes widen after witnessing that. The shock you feel isn't the bad kind, and the sight kind of turns you on. You probably shouldn’t say that out loud, though. He might use that fact against you.

“Salty… or sweet?” He seems to be mulling over what you taste like. “Oh my- Chung Myung!” You snicker and playfully shove him. Your snickering is subdued when he brings his two fingers towards your lips. The tips sit on your bottom lip as he says, “Open.”

You decide to do what he says and let him slide them in your mouth. He prods them around, and his description is accurate. After tasting the salty-sweetness, you look into his eyes and notice how his pupils have slightly dilated. He's really into this.

His fingers leave your mouth and he replaces them with his tongue. Your eyes close as your hands begin to wander in his long hair. The mattress on the other side of you dips as he crawls on top, and you can feel his hardened cock laying on your abdomen. You two stay like that for a while. It's a perfect moment and neither of you want to interrupt it,

Chung Myung pulls away for air and he's panting like a dog. You cup his face in your hands and try to pull him back in, but he grabs your wrists to stop you. “Ah, ah, ah. Be patient,” he tells you. You huff at this, but listen. Your hands remove themselves and lay on your pillow.

You can feel the mattress move as he removes his bottoms and situates himself between your legs. A pair of calloused hands spread your thighs wide open, and you can't help but feel a little shy with your body exposed like this. Those feelings are quickly forgotten when you feel his tan tip rub up and down your folds.

“Oh, that feels… amazing,” he moans, but you feel yourself growing impatient everytime he gets closer to your hole. You reach up with one hand while your elbow props you up and start trailing his jaw with your fingers. “Chung Myung, stick it in,” you whine in the most sultry voice you can muster. “Where your fingers went, please?,” you add while impatiently waiting for him to respond.

After feeling around, he finds it, and his jaw slacks when his tip enters the tight and inexperienced hole. He slowly pushes in, and your nails dig into his back as he stretches you out. “Shit, slow down!” You cry out. You'd be lying if you said the stretching wasn't a little painful. Instead of slowing down, he stops completely and asks in a concerned tone,”Are you alright?” His pause continues as he waits for the green flag.

“Keep going,” you mutter out after your body adjusts to how far he's pushed in. He starts moving his hips forward again, and both of you groan when he bottoms out. “S-Stay there,” you request, and he listens. When the pain fades and you adjust to his size, you tell him,”Alright, in and out like before.” “Y-Yeah,” he replies between heavy breaths. When he pulls out and carefully slides back in, you can't stop yourselves from moaning. You moan thanks to the spot he hits, and he can't stop moaning thanks to how tight you are.

He keeps pumping himself in and out of you, and when his pace increases you can feel your insides tighten again. This time the tightening feels more intense, but you can’t put your finger on why. His head lays on your shoulder while he mindlessly thrusts into you, and you subconsciously dig your nails into his back because you're too focused on how good he's making you feel.

The intervals between the slapping that echoes throughout the room becomes shorter, and his movements are getting chaotic. “Chung Myung, feels good… don't stop,” you desperately whine into his ear. Chung Myung gets off of your shoulder and slows down for a few seconds. The tips of your fingers glide from his back to his shoulders, and you can feel him shudder.

Suddenly, his hands harshly grab your hips and you know that if he keeps holding them like that, it’ll leave a mark tomorrow. He brings your hips closer to him and pulls them back and forth with brutal force. “Ah, ah, ah!” You cry out every time he thrusts into you. You can feel your heart pound and your abdomen start to coil as you reach your peak.

Chung Myung gives you a few more harsh thrusts and you feel something comfortably warm fill you. His movements slow down before he apprehensively pulls out. You watch as a string of cum drips from the shaft and you realize what that warm feeling was. He collapses on top of you and all you can hear is him panting in your ear. You gently draw circles on his back while waiting for both of you to come back to reality.

After waiting, you decide to break the silence with,”So, you decided inside was the best, huh?” “Wha-” he looks at you, and you're still not quite sure if he's recovered yet. His eyes look unfocused and exhausted. You sigh and give him a small peck on his forehead. “Don't worry about it. We can sleep now and talk later, m'kay?” You whisper while playing with his hair. “M'kay,” he mutters and pulls himself off of you. He plops back down where he was originally laying and, after grabbing you and holding you like a teddy bear, almost immediately falls asleep.

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The sunlight is a lot more aggressive than the moonlight that previously seeped through the window last, and its assault on your eyelids woke you up. The first thing you hear is Chung Myung’s old man snores and you notice that all four of his limbs are wrapped around you like a boa constrictor. Your own limbs are trapped thanks to him, and there’s no way you can get up without waking him up.

You decide to lay there and savor the peaceful moment. You’ll run into some form of chaos thanks to the dynamic Chung Myung has with the other disciples, so you might as well enjoy the tranquility while it lasts. It doesn’t last, because after a few minutes, you hear someone banging on the door. “Chung Myung, get up! We’re running late and no one can find (Y/N)!” Baek Cheon yells from the other side. Ah, no one told him, you think before hearing another pair of footsteps get closer to the door.

You swear you hear Jo Gul whisper something along the lines of “leave them alone” and “let us enjoy the calm before the storm”. You snicker as the footsteps distance themselves from the door. Chung Myung’s snoring comes to an end as he begins to stir and you watch as his long, black lashes flutter. His eyes slowly and groggily open and he notices that, unlike most mornings, he’s not alone. “Good morning,” he mutters with his low morning voice and yawns. The roughness of his voice is sexy, but you decide that now isn’t a good time to entertain your desires.

“Good morning, Mr. Sleepyhead,” you say before pecking him on the cheek. After nuzzling your face into his chest, he rests his chin on your head, and you bask in his warmth for around five more minutes. You want to stay here all day, but unfortunately you can’t because of your responsibilities and obligations. “Let go of me. I’d love to stay, but we’re running late,” you tell him. He lets you free and gets up to start his own morning routine.

You scoot to the edge of the bed and, when you attempt to stand, you feel pain surge within you and your legs give out. You groan after you hit the floor and Chung Myung looks bewildered when he turns to see you. “You good?” He asks before offering his hand. You take it, but when you try to get up, you fall on your ass again. “… I don’t think this is gonna work,” you comment and he’s holding back his laughter.

“Pick me up?” You ask while holding your arms up. His snickering stops as he picks you up and sits you on the bed. When his eyes leave yours, they trail down and admire your body before landing on your hips. “Did I do that?” He asks while his fingers ghost over the marks he left last night. “Mhm,” you reply before laying your hands on his and letting him touch his marks. You love the bruises he left, but he looks concerned.

“Come down here,” you say while raising your hands to cup his face. He bends lower and lets you hold his face. You lock lips with him, but this time it’s not sweet or heated, but tender. “You were amazing last night,” you almost whisper after you pull away. “Yeah?” He sounds shocked, but his lips begin to curl up thanks to the praise he’s receiving.

“We should do that again sometime soon,” you add. His hand is quick to slide in between your thighs, but you grab his wrist before he can go further. “Not now! We’re late and I can’t even walk!” You remind him and he looks like a kicked puppy as he removes his hands from your body.

“After last night, I’ll need a lot of help. Can you hand me my clothes?” You ask, and he follows through with your requests. You try to get your clothes on despite the soreness, and your morning routine has doubled in time thanks to it. “How are we gonna explain this to everyone? They’ll know something is up if you carry me around all day,” you point out while stuffing your night clothes in your bag and tying it shut. “I didn’t think about that,” Chung Myung replies as he finishes dressing himself. He brainstorms for a minute, and his face lights up when he gets an idea. “We’ll say you twisted your ankle and I’ll carry you around all day!” “… Fuck it, I can’t come up with anything better,” you agree to his plan.