✾ outskirts.

@✿ moon jaehoon { Year 1855, early Autumn }

The year was 1855, and the air was crisp with the promise of autumn as Sejoon and Saena sat side by side in the palanquin, their excitement palpable as they traveled towards the outskirts of Hanseong. Their destination? A horse stable supported by their family, where they would soon have their own horses.

The twins sat opposite each other, their eyes shining with anticipation as they chattered excitedly about the prospect of riding horses for the first time. Both twins wore the same hanbok, the pink one wore by Saena and the yellow one wore by Sejoon. Saena's long, dark hair cascaded over her shoulders as she leaned forward, her hands clasped together in excitement.

"Can you imagine, Sejoon?" Saena exclaimed, her voice filled with wonder. "Having our own horses to ride whenever we please! It's like a dream come true."

Sejoon nodded eagerly, her own enthusiasm mirroring her sister's. "I know, right? I can't wait to feel the wind in my hair as we gallop across the fields. It's going to be exhilarating!"

Their palanquin rattled along the country road, the sound of hooves echoing against the cobblestones as they drew closer to their destination. Sejoon glanced out of the window, catching sight of the rolling hills and lush greenery passing by.

"It's going to be so beautiful out here," she remarked, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "I can already imagine us racing through the fields, the sun shining down on us." Saena grinned, her eyes lighting up with mischief. "I bet I'll be faster than you," she teased, nudging her sister playfully.

Sejoon laughed, swatting her sister's arm gently. "We'll see about that," she countered, her competitive spirit igniting. "But no matter who wins, we'll have the time of our lives together."

As the palanquin continued its journey, the twins leaned back in their seats, their hearts filled with anticipation for the adventures that lay ahead. "They must be excited for you to have one." Sejoon muttered, knowing their mother and father care more deeply of Saena than her.

Saena blinked and looked at her twin, "What?" She asked before Sejoon smiled again and lied. "Eomeoni and Abeoji will see two of their children riding their own horses once we go home." She chuckles, hiding the enviousness inside Sejoon.

They may have been on their way to get their own horses, but in that moment, they were already riding free in their imaginations, boundless and unstoppable.

Sejoon looked over the outside, she sees a few people in the area and already sensed they're in their destination soon. "We're almost there, orabeoni must have already at the stables." She told her twin with a smile on her face.

@❃ gu yangjin The marchioness’ heart sank as she approached the outskirts of the city, her eyes scanning the desolate landscape littered with weary travelers, each bearing the heavy burden of famine and hardship. Among them, a figure knelt against a mud wall, thin and frail, his pale complexion contrasting starkly against the muted earth tones of his surroundings. The boy appeared no different from the others at first glance, yet something about him drew her attention.

Without hesitation, Eunha dropped to her knees beside him, her heart aching at the sight of his emaciated form, his labored breaths echoing the struggle of countless others afflicted by the famine. She reached for the waterskin at her side, a small comfort she carried with her on her visits to the villages, and offered it to him, her voice soft but resolute. "Here, drink," she urged, her eyes reflecting both compassion and determination.

Eunha could not ignore the urgency in his condition and with swift movements, she shed her outer layer of her hanbok, the fabric billowing as she wrapped it around him, offering what little warmth she could spare. "Can you walk?" she inquired, her tone gentle yet urgent. "Come, let's get out of the cold. I'll take you to a food shelter inside the city."

Despite the weariness etched into his features, she could feel his eyes betray a flicker of hope at her words, a glimmer amidst the despair that surrounded them. With Eunha's help, she brought him to his feet, allowing him to lean on her for support, despite her being much shorter than him, as they prepared to make their way towards the city gates.

@❁ hong yeoreum Hyunji couldn't help but feel a flutter in her chest as Yeoreum approached her, her bashful smile tugging at Hyunji's heartstrings. The warm touch of Yeoreum's hand on her arm sent a pleasant shiver down her spine, and she returned the smile with equal bashfulness.

"Alright can mean many things," Hyunji remarked playfully, her eyes dancing with mischief as she met Yeoreum's gaze. She was curious about what her friend was hiding, but she didn't want to press too hard. Instead, she focused on enjoying their time together, relishing the rare opportunity to relax and unwind.

As Yeoreum laced her fingers with hers, Hyunji's heart skipped a beat. The warmth of their connection spread through her like wildfire, igniting a sense of comfort and companionship that she cherished more than anything. "I'm glad we're here together too," she confessed softly, her gaze locked with Yeoreum's.

The confession took Hyunji by surprise, and her cheeks flushed with a rosy hue. "I like you too, Yeoreum," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. "You always bring light into everyone's life, including me, even on the darkest of days."

As Yeoreum spoke of her encounter with the Park clan, Hyunji listened intently, her curiosity piqued. "The Park clan, you say?" she echoed, her interest piqued. "They do have a reputation for being... eccentric, to say the least. But I'm glad you're handling it well. You're stronger than you think, Yeoreum."

A soft chuckle escaped Hyunji's lips as Yeoreum mentioned her own clients. "Oh, you have no idea," she replied with a mischievous grin. "I've had some rather... interesting encounters lately. But nothing I can't handle." She squeezed Yeoreum's hand gently, the warmth of their connection soothing her soul.

"Mine I got a new friend as well... someone from Jang clan." She told her before sighs as she subconsciously touched her scar on her neck to feel the embossed lump in her flesh. "I just hope he's as good as his brother."

@✿ kim eunha Yangjin didn't know how long it had taken him to arrive at the capital. At some point he had stopped counting the rise and fall of the moon. He vaguely remembered seeing several full moons, but he couldn't say for sure how many. It had been a horrific journey. So many people, mostly Cheonmin, were migrating to the capital in hopes of surviving the famine. The roads were filled with families slowly walking up the roads carrying what they could on their back, enviously staring at the privileged few who had a cart. Richer people travelled with ox or horses but the animals didn't make it far in the poor conditions. In the end most of them ended up being roasted on the fire. That was a dangerous affair, given how many of the travellers were starving. Yangjin had seen with his own eyes how a stick-thin man had slaughtered another to get a scrap of meat.

That being said, it did get better the closer they got to larger cities and towns. There were more resources there and, for a time, the bloodthirsty killers from before turned calm and friendly. No one but the most naive trusted strangers while travelling. The most terrifying were those who travelled alone. Unprotected and exposed to robbers and thieves, any solo traveller who made it close to the capital was feared. For a leg of the trip, Yangjin had joined a group of middle-aged women to avoid becoming a target. Thankfully, he was not seen as a threat by anyone. Being strong was good, being a target was not. Yangjin knew better than to make himself a threat to a mass of starving, desperate people.

By the time he approached the outskirts, Yangjin was alone. He was so thin his ribs protruded through his skin. His arms and legs were emaciated, cheeks sunken in and he shared the slightly crazed, starved look that so many other travellers had. Despite his poor condition, he didn't stand out at all. Cheonmin like him were a dime a dozen. They littered the outskirts. There was only one things about him that drew attention: He was unusually pale for a Cheonmin. He wore a dirty hood over his head, hiding his light hair that lacked pigment which had now slipped off his head and hung around his shoulders.

Yangjin was on his knees, leaning against a mud wall as he coughed, thin fingers clutching the front of his ragged clothes as he desperately tried to breathe. He was sick. Unsurprising, considering that he was usually sick. Most of the travellers were. The lack of fresh water, good food, being exposed to the icey winds at night... Yangjin couldn't believe he was still alive. He had done a lot of things to ensure his survival, unspeakable things, but it still surprised him. When he first set out for the capital, he had not expected to make it.

Well, here he was now. Curled up against a mud wall in the outskirts of this place he so desperately wanted to reach, shivering, coughing, and feeling like he was about to suffocate. He was so... so... tired. He wanted to sleep, but Yangjin knew better. If he slept now, here, he was going to die. He had to reach that place. That place he had heard people talking about. That porridge place that supposedly handed out food for free. Yangjin didn't believe that it was free, but even if they demanded something strange in return, he was willing to do it. He needed to eat more than tree bark and grass. Oh how he hated winter. At least in Spring and Summer there were bugs to eat.

(I kind of overdid it length wise ;; my next post will be shorter probably!)

@❀ kim hyunji "You're right...", she giggled softly, nervously, her face burning and looked off to the side. Still, she waited for Hyunji to turn and then quickly shed the remainder of her clothes and slipped into the water. The water ripped as she stepped into it, the soft waves rocking against Hyunji's skin. "Yes but... still..." Hyunji was right. They were both women. It was alright. And besides, it was Hyunji. 'Yes, it's fine. It's fine.', Yeoreum soothed herself and slowly walked through the hot water towards her friend.

Once at her side, she gently touched her arm and smiled bashfully. "Mhm it's been... alright.", she responded vaguely, not quite ready to share her recent experience yet. She would build up to it as they spent time together.

Steadily, the warm waters and Hyunji's smile lulled Yeoreum into a relaxed state. Her long black hair bound up into a messy bun, cheeks flushed from the steam she stayed close to her friend. Her friend. That's right, Hyunji was her friend. Yeoreum did not have many true friends. And right now she looking right at her best friend, through the fog and the steam, the beautiful woman's cheeks flushed just as hers likely were. A warm feeling spread in Yeoreum's heart and she reached out once more through the water to hold the other's hand.

With a shy smile, she laced her fingers with Hyunji's. "Mhm. This is a wonderful place, Hyunji. It was a great idea to come here. I... I'm glad we're here. Together." Yeoreum bit down on her lower tier and eyed the other girl. She had wanted to tell her about what had happened at the Park estate, but why ruin the mood? To think spending time with Hyunji had made her feel so much better... The hurt she had felt before melted away, and now she just thought it silly that she had let herself be so wounded by a stranger's words. "Hyunji, I really like you.", she spoke softly. She often told Hyunji that, for no reason other than to express the warmth she held for the girl in her heart. "Spending time with you makes me feel everything is alright.", she chuckled and squeezed the girl's hand.

"I actually just got a new Yangban client. The Park clan. The people there are strange, and cruel, but it's alright. It doesn't matter." Yeoreum eye-smiled at Hyunji. In this moment, she genuinely felt like it didn't matter. "Did you get any strange new clients, Hyunji? I always find your stories so funny...", Yeoreum giggled and covered with her free hand, eyes curving into half moons.

@❁ hong yeoreum As Hyunji turned around and caught sight of Yeoreum, a warm smile spread across her lips. Despite the initial surprise, she couldn't help but laugh softly at her friend's predicament. They had known each other for years, and moments like these only served to deepen their bond.

"It's okay, Yeoreum," Hyunji reassured her, her laughter fading into a gentle chuckle. "We're the only ones here, and the steam and mist around us cover the whole place. No need to worry."

Yeoreum's cheeks burned bright red as she struggled to cover herself with the fabric of her fallen chima. Her embarrassment was palpable, but Hyunji's easygoing demeanor helped to ease the tension in the air.

Hyunji turned back to face the other direction, giving Yeoreum the privacy she needed to compose herself. She understood her friend's modesty and didn't want to make her feel any more uncomfortable than she already was. "Yeoreum-ah, there's no need to hide, we're both women here anyway." She said, before she tilts her head but not daring to look back at her. Despite her initial embarrassment, Yeoreum always managed to bounce back with grace and dignity. It was one of the qualities that Hyunji admired most about her.

"So, how have you been, Yeoreum?" Hyunji asked, striking up a conversation to distract her friend from her earlier embarrassment. "It's been a while since we've had a chance to catch up. How is your acupuncture business? Did it go well as usual?"

The warm water of the hot spring enveloped them both, washing away the stresses of the day and allowing them to relax in each other's company. As they soaked in the soothing waters, Hyunji and Yeoreum shared stories and laughter, their bond stronger than ever before. "You know it is quite good to know someone would join me in a relaxation from work." Hyunji chuckled at it.

@❀ kim hyunji "Just that way, miss.", the attendant said with a smile as they gestured towards the entrance to a part of the hot springs kept separate from the public area. Yeoreum smiled shyly and nodded, clutching the towel and her small basket filled with this and that. Her feet were sore from walking the long way to the bathhouse, and she couldn't wait to see Hyunji again. She was a seamstress Yeoreum had gotten acquainted with over the past years. She was who Yeoreum went to ask for help making new clothes.

Hyunji was very different from herself, very different. She was smart, ambitious and filled with a firey passion to achieve her goals. When Yeoreum would swallow her words and cry, Hyunji would fight. For that, Yeoreum respected her friend deeply. She could be very inappropriate at times, true, but all her good qualities made up for it. Over the years Yeoreum had witnessed first hand how well her friend's business did, while her own remained stagnant. She wasn't jealous, she, unlike her friend, had no ambition or desire to become a businesswoman. No, seeing her friend's success made her heart swell with pride and satisfaction. Hyunji was... ˢᵒ ᶜᵒᵒˡ.

Yeoreum soundlessly stepped into the private hot spring area. She could see Hyunji's back facing her. Her friends fair shoulders were peeking out of the water. Too embarrassed to undress with her friend watching, Yeoreum did not greet her. She wanted to slip into the water first. But why was the knot on her chestpiece so tight today?´

Yeoreum flushed, her heart skipping a beat when she saw Hyunji turning around. Yeoreum had already set her Jeogeori aside, which left her in her Chima. She was currently trying to loosen the knot that kept the Chima tightly bound above her s. Her shoulders and arms were bare. As fate would have it, just as Hyunji looked at her, the knot loosened and the Chima fell.

"D- don't look!", Yeoreum gasped, bright red as she clutched the fabric to her. Her chest was bare but at least she could still hide her lower body. "Can you... can you turn around please?", she asked in embarrassment.

@❁ hong yeoreum Hyunji's journey to the private bathhouse with hot springs was a solitary one, the path winding through the outskirts of the countryside. She walked with purpose, her small knapsack slung over her shoulder containing a change of clothes, a towel, and a few personal belongings. The scent of blooming flowers filled the air, mingling with the sound of birdsong as she made her way along the narrow dirt path.

The sun beat down on her, casting dappled shadows through the branches of the trees overhead. Despite the warmth of the day, Hyunji's anticipation for the soothing waters of the hot springs kept her spirits high. The bathhouse was known for its secluded location and tranquil atmosphere, making it the perfect retreat for those seeking relaxation and rejuvenation.

As she walked, Hyunji couldn't help but marvel at the natural beauty surrounding her. The lush greenery of the countryside stretched out in all directions, dotted with wildflowers and tall grass swaying in the gentle breeze. She paused occasionally to take in the scenery, breathing in the fresh air and reveling in the peace and quiet of her surroundings.

After what felt like hours of walking, Hyunji finally reached her destination—a quaint, rustic bathhouse nestled at the edge of a crystal-clear lake. The building was constructed from weathered wood and stone, its warm, inviting aura drawing her closer with each step.

Pushing open the heavy wooden door, Hyunji was greeted by the soothing sound of rushing water and the steamy heat of the hot springs. The interior was cozy and dimly lit, with flickering lanterns casting a soft glow over the room. She exchanged a few words with the attendant, who handed her a fresh towel and directed her towards the changing area.

Hyunji quickly shed her travel-worn clothes and slipped into the warm waters of the hot springs, sighing with relief as the tension melted away from her muscles. The water was blissfully warm, enveloping her in a cocoon of comfort and tranquility. Closing her eyes, she allowed herself to fully relax, letting go of the worries and stresses of everyday life.

Then she subconsciously touched her scar on her neck where her past lover almost slit her life away during their last encounter, Hyunji almost gasped for air every time she was reminded of it before calming down.

@❃ na soo Garam had not much of a choice other than to listen to the older woman's drunken ramblings. If she were a crueler person that she already was, she would've zoned out and stare out at the constellations she knew nothing about, or even interrupt Bimyeong to stop her from this sort of thing. Yet, Garam still had some good in her despite the years living like the starving rat she was in the sewer system that was Hanseong, and so, she listened.

Because it was good for Bimyeong. The woman was mysterious as she was closed off. Which made sense, because how else would someone like that even keep up that sort of facade? Garam was much the same, perhaps, that was why they got along so well. It felt like an innate connection between the two of them, and as Garam heard Bimyeong's words, it had become a little clearer.

Emphasis on a little.

Garam stared at the woman as she fell onto her side, and tried to work out what she had just been told.

Surely, that was a common thing for a fisherman to say, right?

Garam had only known one her entire life, and that was her father, and he would say the exact same thing to her until his deathbed. Garam's life had taken that and kept to it like it was her lifeline. Though, it was certainly unintentional, Garam had only taken every opportunity necessary because that was what it meant to survive. And that had been Garam's goal thus far.

Bimyeong's warmth kept Garam from freezing out here in the Hanseong night, like a warm blanket. Garam had kept away from the touch of another since her father's bonebreaking hugs, so, this had initially made Garam's entire body tense up and threaten to pull away.

Every fisherman would say the same thing. It was common. The likelihood of her father being the same man Bimyeong's mother was referring to was merely a coincidence.

Even if it would explain the dreams Garam had been having since she met Bimyeong.

She sighed, trying to relax back into her seat. In a few moments she would have to pull Bimyeong up to her feet and take her back home. She had no idea where Bimyeong lived, so Garam's own residence would have to do, but she wanted to sit here underneath the full moon just a little while longer. The bright face of the celestial body had never given Garam much comfort, her father always equating them to the souls of her passed family members. But since his death, she had started to see the comfort he felt in looking up at the night sky. Perhaps he was looking down at her on the moon's face tonight, too.

Garam placed her hand upon Bimyeong's black hair, and she d it, as if Bimyeong was nothing more than a purring stray cat on her lap. Maybe this would be enough.

@✿ go mina A light breath of relief passed Sunmi’s lips as the woman helped her steady herself back up again. “Oh, I am relieved she did not frighten you,” she hurriedly sighed before smiling. “Mina? J-just Mina?” Her eyes blinked slowly in surprise, trying to let every impression of the moment sink in fully. It was not every day you’d meet a marchioness at night out on a ride, much less one with her hair down and a request to be called by her first name and nothing else.

“He’s beautiful,” Sunmi cooed as she took in the sight of the horse up close. She had never been this close to one. Even though she knew they were big, she had never really thought about just how big until she was standing before one now, having it tower above her. And yet all she could really think was that it was a beautifully majestic creature. She was so distracted she did not notice Mina moving closer until she felt something sneak into her hands. A quick glance down revealed it to be a carrot and an apple, a small smile spreading on her lips.

Lifting the two up before the horse, she hoped he would help indicate which one he preferred. And as she heard a chomp, feeling the hand holding the apple grow lighter, Sunmi felt her cheeks straining from the smile on her lips. Byul made a slight shift on her shoulder as if she had heard herself be addressed by the fine lady. Her wings came out, feathers rustling with pride as Sunmi lifted her free hand to indicate the bird. “The full name is Myeongbyul. She’s my darling star, and has been with me since I was just a teen.” She caught Mina’s gaze, feeling the genuine warmth radiating from the woman in the cold of the night air. “No worries, Mina. I have not talked much with people as of late, so to have the option upon me is a welcome gift.”

@✿ ryu aera [h] @✿ geum eunbyeol [h] As the three of them walk inside Aera’s abode, Riah could not help but look around. It has been many years since she had last visited the Ryu’s estate in Gwangju. There has not been any need since Aera primarily stayed in the capitol and so her absence was rather uncharacteristic. She has been missed. Riah’s visit in Hanbamman had been rather boring despite the usual people that she interacted with.

Even Eunbyeol was preoccupied with her businesses and her new beau. Riah couldn't help but feel a twinge of envy toward her best friends, though she was genuinely happy that they had both found their partners. Deep within herself, Riah harbored a longing to discover her own special someone. These yearnings often surfaced at night, just before she closed her eyes, as she hoped that the ache of loneliness would vanish by morning—but it never did. Each dawn brought with it the stark reality of solitude

“Of course! I would rather stay with you so you made a good call.” Riah responds enthusiastically.

“I do not want to miss any gossip with the two days that we are going to be here for. Now..Aera.” Riah sits on a cushion laid out in front of a tea table as she waited for the other two to sit with her.
“What is the real reason for your absence from Hanseong? And before that, I imagine Eunbyeol eonni also owes us an explanation?” She arches an eyebrow as she motioned for the two of them to sit with her.

“When have you started seeing this man? And Aera, is Marquess Song aware that you have disappeared from Hanseong? I would hope so.” She quips.

Aera's servant returned with a pot of freshly brewed tea, and Riah graciously took the initiative to pour tea into three cups, one for each of them. The fragrant steam rose from the porcelain as she filled each cup.

"I fear this tea might not be strong enough for the conversations we're about to have," Riah teased, taking a thoughtful sip of the warm beverage. She settled back comfortably, her eyes expectantly fixed on her dear friends, awaiting their responses.

@✿ moon jaehoon yeongho let out a long sigh as he pulled his sword away from jaehoon's neck, feeling a weight lift off his shoulders. he held the sword by his side, unsure of what to do next.

"maybe i'm just worried about what comes next," he admitted, his voice tinged with uncertainty. he nervously chewed on his lower lip, trying to find the right words. turning away, he found a spot under a tree and leaned against it, seeking comfort in its shade.

"i'm not sure about our future, hyung. it's like i've fallen for her without even realizing it," he confessed, his words coming out in a rush. "but at the same time, i can't shake the feelings i still have for my first love. sometimes, i see her in lady geum, and it confuses me."

he paused, trying to make sense of his own feelings. "i don't know if what i'm feeling is love or just... something else. maybe it's jealousy, maybe it's something more complicated. and i'm scared that i'm only going through with this engagement because of my feelings for dasom. am i a bad person, hyung?"

he looked to jaehoon for guidance, unsure of what to do next. deep down, he knew he needed to figure things out for himself, but he couldn't help seeking reassurance from his older brother figure.

@❁ cheon sunmi “Not at all, I’m used to the sounds of the night. So imagine my relief to see another person, a woman too.” She smiled at the female as she took her hand back after only to then wave it front of her once the other had began bowing. “Oh no no.. Sunmi it’s fine.. oh dear. No need for apologies.” She said trying to help straighten Sunmi up, chuckling at the sight of the girl. “Also please call me Mina, I’d prefer that over “Lady” any day. No ifs or buts, please indulge me this once.” Mina asked while gently tucking some Sunmi’s hair behind her ear and stepping back a bit.

“Please be at ease, also it’s just us and our faithful companions… and I suppose the starry night sky.” Mina smiled as she glanced up at the night sky. “Oh yes, this is Bonhwa, he’s been with me since he was a pony. Bonhwa meet Sunmi and Byul. Byul is her name yes?” She asked while carefully aiding Bonhwa’s lead to face Sunmi better and hands her an apple and carrot. “Here, he likes either, would Byul like a treat too? I’m afraid I only have fruits and some vegetables though..” She said with encouragement, hoping the woman didn’t think she was too forward. Clearly, Mina was excited to make a new friend.

Mina wasn’t one for many formalities. Seeing as she was the youngest, she wasn’t so strict about low the bows were or how perfect the eggs had to be. She much rather the people around her were comfortable and relaxed despite the differences in status. She was strict when she had to be but she’s rarely had to be firm with anyone as of late. “I hope I’m not overwhelming you miss.. I’m just.. quite eager to meet someone new.”

@✿ go yeonhwa (née ryu) “ You know I’d gladly support a good cause, especially now that I know you’re behind it.” With Yeonhwa, a little sister figure to him, the Marquess was at ease, felt like he was talking to his own kin.
A lighthearted chuckle escapes Sejin’s lips at Yeonhwa’s response and immediate politeness that followed soon after.

“Please Yeonhwa, since when have we become so formal with each other? Did you remember when I always chased your bullies away from when you were a child? I know it has been so long, but I’d like you to still treat me like an older brother.” She had indeed grown up since they had last met but to him, she was still the same little girl he’s always protected.

Sejin watches as the staff take the donation he had brought in. The marquess follows Yeonhwa inside the gates, looking around and taking in the place and despite his nighttime intrusion, he could feel the warmth that emanated from Mannim Maeul from the way Yeonhwa tidied and decorated the place. There was no doubt that it was a safe space for women and children.
Once they arrive at her office, Sejin settles on the chair in front of Yeonhwa’s desk after she sits. His expression was still light hearted as he was eager to share with her the news of his upcoming enlistment.

"I realize it's been long overdue, and I wish I had made this decision sooner, but I've finally committed to enlisting in the military—specifically, the Navy, where your brothers currently serve." Sejin had always been groomed to carry on his family's lineage until his parents' untimely demise, after which he found himself at a loss. Despite the delay, there was nothing else he felt compelled to pursue except following in his family's footsteps by enlisting now.

"I'll be heading off for training in a few weeks, and before I go, I wanted to take care of a few things. One of them is beginning my support for this cause. While I won't be available to make the donations personally, I've already entrusted the task to a trusted staff member. Enough about me. How about you? Aside from this incredible cause you've initiated." Sejin motions around, still amazed at Yeonhwa’s brilliant mind.

@✿ yoon junho [h] byungjun's frustration bubbled up, his patience wearing thin. "i apologize for my actions," he began, his tone sharp with irritation. "i did not intend to harm your... daughter. kiko, was it?" his words were laced with sarcasm, a hint of incredulity at the notion of a cat being considered a daughter. "perhaps if you kept your children inside where they belong, accidents like this could be avoided."

despite his frustration, byungjun couldn't help but notice the males striking features, the way his eyes sparkled with determination, the strength in his stance. there was something undeniably attractive about him, and it only added to his own internal conflict.

he took a step closer to the other, his movements deliberate as he spoke. "please, forgive me," he continued, his tone softening slightly. "i am usually more cautious in my hunting." despite his apology, there was still a hint of defiance in his stance, a silent challenge in his gaze.

as he spoke, byungjun reached out and carefully pulled the arrow out of the tree, a gesture of goodwill. he glanced at the arrow, then back at him, his expression earnest as he reached over his shoulder to remove the arrow from the tree. "is there anything i can do to make amends?" he offered, hoping to find a resolution and put this incident behind them.

@❃ na garam Seoyul seethed with frustration, her mind swirling with Garam’s words which harbored some small praises for the woman that the little matchmaker disdained. In her eyes, the woman was a fraud, one worse than Seoyul herself who often feigned pretense and innocence to avoid responsibility for her mistakes and shortcomings. Still, she couldn't shake the feeling of being looked down at, as if her small troubles were nothing more than childish tantrums in the eyes of the older woman.

But as she distanced herself from Garam, Seoyul couldn't help but also take in the woman's words. Despite the annoyance that had settled within her, there was a small part of her that acknowledged and respected Garam's blunt honesty, a quality that she could appreciate, even if somewhat hesitantly.

When the other approached her from behind, Seoyul tensed, ready to hold her ground at any attempts to ensure her feelings were still considered true to herself. But, for a moment, Seoyul was taken aback by Garam's confession, her words echoed in the small space between them, resonating to the little matchmaker in ways she knew too well.

/Survival sometimes meant hurting others, or being deceitful... that is what makes us humans…/

It was a sentiment that struck a chord with Seoyul, a reminder of her own struggles and the lengths she had gone to in order to ensure she did not fall victim to others' whims. And though her frustration still simmered beneath the surface, Seoyul couldn't help but soften slightly towards the woman before her.

With a sigh, Seoyul turned to face Garam, her expression less upset compared to earlier. "Survival…" she echoed quietly, her voice soft and calm. "Yes, I suppose we all have to do what we must to survive."

And in that shared acknowledgment, a fragile truce was forged—a recognition of the complexities of life and the burdens that each of them carried. It was a small step towards understanding, but for Seoyul, it was enough for now.

"Tell me, eonnie," Seoyul began, calling her ‘eonnie’ was a decisive choice to bridge the gap of formalities between them, yet it was genuine. "Be honest with me, do you hate being at this camp as much as I do then? Surely, I’d imagine gathering herbs in the dead of winter is the last thing you’d want to be doing in the middle of war, right?"

@✿ oh sejin Maybe Jinseok was an idiot. The logical part of him wanted to frown and shake his head, condemn the actions these men had taken for those utterly petty reasons that could be filed away under nothing more than childish jealousy. The events unfolding in front of him tonight should have made him want to turn and look for other things to do with his life, really, was not one of the reason he so desperately wanted to join the military the fact, that he despised the path laid out in front of him, simply by the order in which him and his siblings had been born. So, yes, maybe Jinseok was an idiot. His father never missed a chance to call him naive and too bright eyed. And yet, as he listened to Sejin talk, still busy trying to make himself at least a little presentable so his mother wouldn't chew off his head come morning, all he felt was even more determination.

"If you end up being my superior, I'm sure you'll find other ways to hammer me into the right shape", he laughed after several moments of comfortable silence and letting the other man talk, before he made his way over to his horse, who was currently busy trying to find something edible on the muddy, gravelly ground.

"I would say it was a fortunate event indeed", Jinseok nodded then, guiding the horse over to where Sejin was standing, stroking an affectionate hand down the animal's neck. "And I would like that. Sitting down comfortably and not all muddy for a talk. But we will be leaving for our hometown in a couple day's time, so if possible, I'd appreciate it if you could make some time before we depart. It will he a couple months, before my father takes me to the capital again."

@❀ kim byungjun junho could hear the resounding twang coming from the man’s bow and the whirring sound of the incoming arrow could have frightened him. thankfully, the flying object merely went past his ears, hitting the tree just behind him. still, the yangban had been ignorant of the events that had transpired around him, his cat’s meowing taking all his attention. not even the pain on his scathed knees and elbows could take his eyes off of his beloved feline.

❝ are you insane?! ❞

junho’s gaze flickered up in surprise, not expecting for the hunter to walk past. his reproachful demeanor came as a shock to him. he was not the one who was close to being a murderer now, was he?

“pardon?” the man huffed, standing up to his full height to loom over the other male. “you were the one who almost killed my cat.” his back was turned when junho approach but he could already aee the broadness of his shoulders, the sturdiness of his built, and when the other finally turned to reprimand him, the man’s steps halted to a stop in shock.

junho’s gaze was met with piercing ones as the other peered up at him. frustration and judgment was evident on the man’s face, and it baffled the man so. what bothered junho more was the fact that he was undeniably attractive with his lips pursed and brows furrowed in exasperation, almost reminiscent of someone he —

the taller male shook his head briefly, hugging his feline close. he should focus, should he not? with a sigh and a tut, he regarded the other with equal displeasure and had it not been for kiko in his arms, he was sure he could have placed his hands ln his hips. “i *am* careful,” he bit back, completely ignoring the stinging of the wounds on his pale skin. “and this is not just a “mere” cat. she’s my beloved daughter.”

@✿ seol riah @✿ geum eunbyeol It had been a week since young marchioness ryu had arrived back at her ancestral estate in gwangju, it was a hasty decision she had made on a fly; a cowardly excuse to run away from the man she loved after encountering him at her sister’s wedding. one would have assume with the lovely reunion of the couple, she would have chose to stay by his side in hanseong. However, it was to everyone’s surprise when the lady had her bags packed in the wee hours of the very next day and a carriage prepared for her when she announced her intention to depart for gwangju that very morning.

Her week in gwangju had been rather mundane; to put it simply, there was no real reason for the Aera to be around or stay. So, when she had received a missive from her friends that they would be visiting, it was something she had looked forward to the entire week.

That morning, Aera had woken up extra early to prepare for eunbyeol and riah’s timely arrival at their estate. Despite the grand estate the Ryu’s had in gwangju, there was no doubt in aera that the three of them would be staying in her room, giggling and gossiping about the latest news that travelled in hanseong. Such gatherings were sparse as of recent due to everyon’s schedule, and it had been a while since they had one, surely, they had a lot of catching up to do.

By noon, Aera was already eagerly waiting near the gates her estate. As soon as her ears picks up sound from wheels of the carriage approaching, the young girl lady runs out, excitement written all over her face and down to her tippy toes as she waited for the carriage to stop.

“Riah eonnie! Eunbyeol Eonnie!” the youngest of them three calls out, arms opening wide as she welcome her best friends into a tight embrace, a smile adorning her visage. she pulls away from the embrace just enough to look at eunbyeol, a small grin that doesn’t reach her ears but enough to reassure both of them. “you could definitely stay for more day or two.” she chirped, hand behind both their backs as she led them into her estate.

“Rather than a separate room, i figure you both would rather stay with me.” She continued, leading them down the halls and into her spacious quarters, not before ordering one of their servants to have some tea and cakes brought to them. “make yourself at home, eonnie-deul!” she announces, opening the wooden panels of her humble abode.

@❃ bang junha Sungha's eyes shifted back towards Junha as he answered in his gisaeng voice. Differentt from his normal voice, of course. Though it flattened back out once he got more serious, and Sungha barked out a laugh as his brother called him a tiger. He wasn't wrong, though. Sungha often longed for rich, stuck-up nobles to give him a reason to hurt them. After all, they loved hurting his father, even himself. Here they were practically handing themselves over on a silver platter.

"Messy means getting caught faster, so I will be careful," Sungha responded cheerfully, running his thumbs over the circular loop at the base of his knives. He had a few more hidden on him, but for now the two would likely do just fine. "Back up a bit, Junha-ya, we would not want to get any blood on your clothes." Even if Junha knew of his preferences, his penchant for violence, he knew the younger--along with the rest of their family--never fully understood it. Ah, well. So long as they didn't try to stop him too often, they didn't need to understand. All they needed to do was stay out of his way when he slipped into a rage.

Sungha prowled closer to the approaching nobles, letting out another crazed laugh. "You all should really just turn around and go back home," he warned. The men sneered at each other while one drew a sword he wore at his hip. Strange, for them to openly carry like this. Perhaps this one was a guard. Pity.

Sungha dropped the handle of the throwing knife down into his palm and let it fly. It hit its target, the possible guard's thigh. He watched as the man paused, stumbling, his brain slowly registering what happened. Slowly, red bloomed from around where the knife stuck out of the man. It looked like a gory flower, and Sungha laughed again, watching as the blood soaked the man's fine clothes. So pretty! The look on the man's face, though, was the best part. Shock, surprise, pain, anger.

"Does it hurt?" he asked breathlessly. He wiped a tear from his eye, giving another approaching noble a look as he palmed his other throwing knife. "Are you sure you want to come closer?" he challenged, dangling the knife in the air. "I am a very, very good aim."

The men eyed each other and began backing away, the guard pulling his knife from his leg and tossing it on the ground. Oh, dear. He'd bleed faster that way. Didn't he know any better? Sungha chortled, advancing to pick up his knife. But before they could all get much further, Sungha threw a glance back at Junha, a wild look in his eyes. "Shoulder, back, , or calf. Pick."

@❃ na garam "I never thought to," Soo replied, her voice tinged with sadness as she took another swig from the bottle. "She's gone for two years when I was only a kid and my bastard of a father ordered me around like his servant instead of his own child. But then..." She trailed off, the memories of her mother flooding back to her like a tidal wave.

"She came back," Soo continued, her words slurred slightly as the alcohol took hold. "After two years, she came back for me. And I'm glad she did, she even fought my father who is obsessed on selling me out to the traders..." She shook her head, trying to clear the fog in her mind. "Then we left his home. She's the only family I have left, and I won't let anything happen to her."

"My mother is the kindest person I have ever known, when there's only one meal on the table, she gave it to me and let herself starved, but now I'm older, we can eat meals together, because she is the reason why I'm still here, surviving with her."

"She even had time to taught me how to fish when we have nothing to eat, someone told her that to hold the rope tightly as fish has their own mind to get away from it, just like life itself. Life is like a rope, hold onto it, and pull to get the fish as an opportunity. She has so many lectures to me and all." Despite her drunken state, Soo's gaze held a steely determination as she looked at Garam. "That's why I'll protect her, no matter what happens. Just like I'll protect you, Garam. You're my friend, and I won't let anything happen to you either." She reached out and grasped Garam's hand, her grip surprisingly strong despite her intoxication.

"We'll stick together, okay? No matter what happens, we'll watch each other's backs." Soo's words were a promise, spoken with conviction as she leaned in closer to Garam, her eyes shining with determination. "We'll survive this, together." Then she starts blacking out, the intoxication of the alcohol finally made her fall asleep as she falls onto Garam.

@❀ choi jinseok "Trust me when I say that abducting a fellow soldier for a late-night sparring session isn't standard military protocol. This sort of thing is more of a personal quirk, unique to me. You happen to be the unfortunate witness. Fortunately for me, your arrival might just be the of luck I needed."

He explained, hoping that whatever influence his superiors had instilled in the young man opposite him would soon dissipate. The military could certainly benefit from someone like Jinseok. Perhaps one day they'd find themselves fighting side by side again, which wouldn't be such a bad idea after all.

The marquess raised his eyebrows in response to the declaration. While it wasn't entirely surprising that Sejin might harbor an inclination towards military service, what struck him was the unparalleled conviction behind jinseok’s words. In all his experience, the marquess had never encountered someone with such unwavering determination and certainty in their desire to join the military.

"Don't worry, if I happen to be your superior, I won't subject you to the same ordeal I just endured... but if not, then I suppose good luck," Sejin quipped, exchanging a light-hearted chuckle with the other man, whose laughter lacked genuine mirth. It was an intriguing encounter, to say the least. Not only had Sejin identified which superiors to avoid, but it appeared he had also acquired an ally in the process.

"If this is your calling to enlist, then I would suggest you take action first thing tomorrow," Sejin remarked, adjusting his hair casually while maintaining his attention on the conversation.

"Well, let's consider ourselves fortunate to have met each other," he added, a smile playing at the corners of his lips. "And when you have the time, let's meet for a drink. I'll be stationed at the nearby base for the next few months, so just say the word and I'll treat you to a round at the tavern." The offer was sincere, accompanied by a friendly gesture that hinted at a budding camaraderie between them.

@❃ bang sungha Cursing to himself, Junha turned around quickly to spot a small group of men approaching them. It was very rare that his antics ever got him caught. Usually, he would've already slipped away and been long gone. Forgotten, like any other cheonmin to the nobles. But he was quick and light on his feet, able to outrun most men on foot. Maybe he was just a tad too sloppy this time, he mentally kicked himself for being so careless. No matter, this time he was with Sungha.

With his form tucked behind his eldest brother, Junha tilted his head to the side in faux contemplation before shaking his head with an innocent, and coy, smile. While his hyung's smile was wild and wide, the youngest had a coquettish smile as if he always held a secret. "I didn't steal anything! Maybe I just captured your attention so much. And as much as I would offer my time, I'm busy tonight..." he trailed off.

His gaze traveled down to Sungha's knives in his hands, then to the group of men. If Junha understood one thing about the eldest, it's that he enjoyed pain. Both delivering it and receiving it. It was an odd quirk that Mother Bang noticed shortly after taking him into the family, but Junha was too young at the time to fully understand it. Even now, he wasn't quite sure he understood, but he knew he could count on Sungha in a dire situation.

"Yes, I'm busy tonight. My tiger has to feed," Junha chuckled and patted his older brother on the shoulder, silently indicating the 'tiger' in question.

When the man he stole from insisted on the accusation and even took a few steps forward, Junha's playful grin fell and the hand that was settled upon Sungha's shoulder tightened - his nails digging just a tad into the eldest's clothing. Guess these nobles thought themselves stronger in numbers. Leaning in close, he whispered to Sungha's ear. "Let's try not to make it /too/ messy, okay? Mama would be mad." And with that, he took a step back but kept himself ready to run, if need be.

Unlike his oldest brother, Junha never relished in bloodshed. A little of his own blood was fine, but he was not cut out to fight in any capacity. The mere sight of open wounds took him back to when he was a small child, hearing the screams of people in his village be mercilessly slaughtered. Their mangled and sliced up bodies strewn about carelessly through the streets the next morning. The images were burned into his mind and haunted his dreams. So, running was all he could do.

@✿ oh sejin "I wouldn't have been able to stand there and watch that happen, either", Jinseok shook his head, inspecting his knuckles and fingers for any dislocated joints or broken bones, smiling warily at Sejin when the other man got up, wincing slightly. He was probably in as much pain as Jinseok was, if not even more. For a moment, he just hummed, still sprawled out on the ground and dabbing blood off his chin with his soiled sleeve. Then, he nodded. It was just a small nod, betraying the way his thoughts were currently spinning and spinning and spinning even faster, a sigh soon falling off his lips.

"I have", he confessed then, voice small and hesitant. "It's probably the reason why I didn't even think twice about helping you. I've been training to join the military since I was a wee lad, but perhaps I should think twice about /that/, if brothers in arms have nothing better to do than be vengeful, petty and violent towards each other."

He laughed, the sound joyless and cut-off as he pushed himself to his feet as well, dusting off his legs in a futile attempt of making himself a tiny bit more presentable - and failing miserably to do so. He actually made it worse, but oh well. These clothes were ruined anyway. When he turned to look at Sejin, there was a smile on his face, bright despite it being lopsided, his cheek already swelling from where he had taken a punch. "But I don't regret it. I actually think that it's my sign to finally man up and enlist, no? If I think that these soldiers are not worth be called protectors of the kingdom, I should do something about that. I should be like you. Achieve something because I can, not because I have a certain name, or come from a certain family. Perhaps I should be the one thanking you and inviting you for a drink."

@❃ bang junha Sungha often felt a fierce protectiveness over his adopted siblings. He had a younger sister back...before. He tried not to think about it. He had a new family, anyway. He was out today with Junha, but he often went out with their other siblings as well. Sungha was the oldest, after all. He had a responsibility. Sungha shouldered the heavier bag, the weight not doing much but be annoying where it dug into his neck through his clothing. "Let's go," he agreed easily, keeping close to Junha as they meandered through the streets.

Sungha's eyes caught the group of nobles the same time Junha's did. Sungha was silent, but his eyes flicked to his younger brother, knowing his habits well at this point. But Sungha had his own vices, and was never one to deny his siblings. So he said nothing as they grew closer, watching his sibling go through his usual routine of faking and snatching. Sungha's eyes caught the younger's swift fingers as they moved, and he had to bite back his grin. Sungha's grins were always too wide, too toothy. They always gave his nature away.

A few paces later, and he let out a chuckle. "They always do feel a false sense of--" but he was cut off by the voices. Sungha swore, and within a few moments he had his hands on small throwing knives he kept tucked in his sleeves. He usually played with them as they went out as a way to calm himself in crowds, but they had their uses. Sungha shrugged off the heavy pack, tossing it away from them. "Stay behind me," he murmured to Junha, moving in between himself and the group.

"I think your friend stole something from us," one of the men accused.

Sungha lifted a brow. "Stole? I disagree. Junha?" Sungha glanced back. "Did you take something from these gentlemen?"

@❃ bang sungha [ backdated to fall 1864 ]

"Alright, hyung, I guess we got everything!," Junha hummed in satisfaction, a small satchel hanging off one of his arms. The brief run for errands had been quite fruitful, getting a few supplies for Mother Bang and the other siblings. Junha glanced over to his older brother, who he left carrying the bulk of the groceries. The elder was bigger and had more muscles, so naturally, Junha took 'charge' by making sure they were on track. By now, the sun was beginning to set behind the horizon, painting the sky various hues of red, orange, yellow, and purple. They'd make it home in good time.

As they were passing by a group of well dressed, most certainly affluent men, the youngest Bang brother's eyes glittered with mischief. Potential hits. Walking closer to the group, he changed his gait to be more unsteady, wobbly, and appearing drunk. A technique he had practiced many times over the years. Once he was close enough, he stumbled himself into one of the men, a hand reaching up to hold the stranger's shoulder to steady himself. While the man was confused, Junha's other arm around the man's waist snatched the coinpurse hanging off before tucking it into his own pocket. "I'm so sorry, sir! I-it's hard to walk...," he said meekly before peeling himself away from the man, continuing on his way.

Once they were a little further away, Junha snickered and looked at his older brother. "That was almost too easy!," he laughed. As if right on cue, he heard footsteps rapidly approaching from behind them. Maybe it wasn't that easy.

"Stop! Thief!"

@✿ jin haeun Kimbum could not help but let out a small chuckle at the way she worded her thoughts on his rescue attempt. A little reckless was indeed one way to put it, though he would have used less flattering words of it himself. He had lumbered in like a drunk bear on a rampage with his movements, though luckily he had gotten there in time. That was the one thing that truly mattered, and the only thing Kimbum needed to hold onto to know that what was done was the right option.

“A little reckless might be an understatement, my lady,” he managed to get out beneath his own breathy laugh. “Do not worry your mind with such trivial things as my health though. I assure you that my body knows how to take a beating without giving up.” As if the statement had needed proof, he grabbed her offered hand, using his own free one to push himself up to his full height from the position he had been in, straining a little against the pain in his spine as he straightened his back.

“And I am aware there is no wrong in being hurt nor disabled, my lady. Perhaps I worded myself poorly.” The man smiled sheepishly as he grabbed his cane, using it to relieve some of the strain as they stood there. “What I meant to express was that I am fine. You need not worry about the health of a stranger, and should by no means blame yourself for whatever injuries I have sustained or held from before.” Kimbum gave a curt nod of his head to underline his opinion on the matter. Certainly she had better things to do.

Her suggestion of finding first aid by their telescope brought a smile to his face, one that made his eyes all but disappear together with the crows feet at their corners. “How could I turn down such a prestigious offer, Marchioness?” His head lowered as much as his back allowed, expressing both his thanks and his respect in one manoeuvre. “The name is Ong Kimbum.” A small sigh escaped him as he straightened back up, the hold on his cane tightening a little. His other hand came up to gesture in the direction she had been walking earlier. “Lead the way, my lady. I will ensure no other ruffian sneaks up on you, least they feel the mighty rage of-“ There was a hint of joyous laughter to his voice as he jokingly continued: “this old disabled man’s cane.”

@❀ ong kimbum Haeun could not help the exasperated sigh that left her lips, though she didn’t imagine it sounded no different than a fretting mother, no real heft to it other than the breath it let out. “Either way, it was perhaps a little reckless for you to rush in such a way. I am ever grateful for it, but I cannot shake the idea of you seriously hurting yourself because of me.” She stepped away and looked to him sternly, but quickly washed away the look.

He was a stranger, after all. Just because someone could do one good deed, didn’t mean they couldn’t do worse deeds. Not to mention how rude it would be of her to do what she was doing at this moment.

“There is nothing wrong with being hurt or disabled,” Haeun murmured, crossing her arms over her chest and looking around to the area. Though it was summer, the air had started to get cold as the night went by. “But you are not wrong. I could accompany you to your estate, once we get to the inner city, I will likely be safe. Lest my family has someone’s head rolling.”

Momentarily she had deep into thought, barely registering her words. It didn’t feel right to leave him like this, even to hand him off to his attendants or family members. She felt a sense of responsibility for this, and so, wished to help him. “Ah! Yes!” Haeun’s voice went out, and she nodded. “I work in the Ministry of Astronomy. The telescope is not far from here, and we have first aid there. Let us head there.” She reached out, offering a hand to help him stand. If she were to help, she would truly have to extend her strength to him, in whatever way she could. “I am Marchioness Jin Haeun, by the way.”

@❀ yang seoyul “I do not care for you or your step-mother’s stories,” Garam said, flat in tone and blunt. “But I would not put any stock into marriage if the person who will be handling me has no desire for it either. I’m suddenly glad I was born poor, so I wouldn’t have to waste money on such a frivolous thing.” She sighed, adding the last part to herself, almost under the breath, yet still wanting Seoyul to hear her, if not just for a little. Garam couldn’t deny that this was not something Garam felt towards Seoyul and her business, a woman who made her money however she could was fine in Garam’s eyes. She did the same thing, sold off dreams and ideals that Garam put no desire or reliability towards herself. Promises of handsome husbands, obedient wives, charming children, and mountains and mountains of cash in her customer’s lap was just another day for Shinae. No matter how Garam believed for those things to be nothing more than the fantasy novels sold in the bookstore, or the legends tired mothers would tell their children so they wouldn’t go outside too late at night, she made a profit over them. “Maybe you should be asking yourself about what’s so special about marriage, not me.”

She watched as Seoyul grumpily stomped off, her face taut with a sort of frustration Garam knew all too well. In a way, Garam could appreciate a woman, nay, a girl, such as Seoyul, who wore her immaturity on her sleeves. “Though, I would say, if a woman can marry twice and still be in the business, she has her sources in order.” Garam mumbled to herself, and wiped her hands on her apron, green juices collecting at her fingertips.

Garam knew she would regret it later, but she walked towards Seoyul, standing behind her a little ways away. As insufferable as the girl was, Garam’s customer service mindset hated to see someone before her upset over something she said. Seoyul was truly, just a girl, and Garam did not wish to make this trip anymore annoying than it already was with Seoyul being upset with her. It was, Garam’s fault, after all. If she had just tuned Seoyul out and listened to her incessant blathering and agreed to whatever the girl said, Garam could make this trip painless and pray to deities she didn’t believe in for her and Seoyul not to get paired off again like this.

“I suppose,” Garam confessed. “My father would tell me that survival was all that mattered, that we could make it to see another day. Sometimes survival means hurting others, or being deceitful. That is what makes us human, I think.”

@✿ yoon junho byungjun rode through the backwoods of outer hanseong on his horse, scanning the surroundings for any signs of game. it had been a successful hunt so far, but he was always on the lookout for more. as he rode, he noticed a movement out of the corner of his eye and saw a small cat darting through the underbrush.

thinking it would make a quick and easy meal, byungjun drew his bow and took aim. he was about to release the arrow when he noticed the man rushing into the clearing, shielding the cat in his arms. byungjun hesitated for a split second but was able to adjust his aim as the arrow slipped past his fingers, letting the arrow fly and embed itself into the tree just to the right of the man’s head.

as he dismounted his horse and approached the man, byungjun’s expression was stern. he scrutinized the other, taking in his disheveled appearance and scratches on his arms and legs from what he would assume to be from his journey through the woods. there was something about the man’s demeanor that intrigued byungjun, a sense of vulnerability mixed with determination.

“are you insane?” byungjun asked, his voice sharp with disbelief. “risking your life for a mere cat?” he continued to study the other male, his frustration evident in his scrutiny. he couldn’t understand why someone would risk their life for a stray cat. “you should be more careful.” he said tersely whilst retrieving his arrow from the trunk of the tree.