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@❀ yang minkyung Upon the very sight of her older sister, Seoyul immediately felt her stomach coil, tightening with a familiar discomfort. Minkyung’s presence had always stirred a mixture of emotions within her—admiration, envy, and an underlying intimidation that she could never quite place a time or event as to when she first started to feel such a way. However, as her older sister smiled upon her with a somewhat constructed kindred facade, Seoyul felt her hands tighten on her teacup.

Seoyul resisted wanting to shrink into her chair and disappear under the gentle rolls and flutters of the other’s eyes. She had always felt small in Minkyung’s presence as if the gap between them had constantly widened through the years. It was only when she realized growing up how Minkyung had become the apple of her stepmother’s eyes that it fueled resentment for the older girl, for how could she easily allow that woman to replace their mother with such ease?

Yet, she had little time to dwell on her thoughts and the past, for a wave of panic washed over her the moment Minkyung brought up the topic of her secret business. She had tried her best to keep her matchmaking services hidden from her family, especially from their stepmother and Minkyung who boasted a well-known agency of their own for the upperclassmen of society. But now, her sister has discovered her secret, and Seoyul wondered, who else knew, but if Minkyung had decided to keep it a secret—why?

She swallowed hard, steeling herself against her sister’s possible motives as a surge of defiance rose within her. She straightened in her seat, meeting her sister's gaze, “why? Are you going to tell that woman?” Her voice was steady despite the tremor in her hands.

@✿ seol riah It seemed to be true that Cheon Suho really did not know much about Seol Riah after all. For as much as her tears fell and as much as her voice shook and wavered in the stillness of the quaint teahouse, he could not allow himself to move an inch closer to her. Seated across from the young lady, he only watched helplessly as her tears shed like the sudden drizzle of summer rain; and he could neither find it in himself to be the shelter or the person who could shield her from the agony that took hold of her fragile heart.

If he had known better that he was the reason for her tears, for the torment that enraptured her heartache, then perhaps he could have offered her comfort, offered her a deserving apology for having hurt her feelings with his obliviousness.

But the veil of their roles had been firmly planted in the threshold of his mind for many years now, and to see past that would take time that no one would be able to track. And Riah, by fondness and moral adoration, was painted in the colors of a younger sister in his eyes—a cherished companion whose happiness he wished to safeguard, but whose romantic entanglements he also dared not interfere with.

Though her tears tugged at the strings of his heart, he remained bound by the invisible boundaries that should have also painted him as an older brother towards her as well—but he truly did not know her heart.

Riah’s voice pulled him from his faint trance, and he watched her with a tender daze as she voiced the reality of a future filled with uncertainties, one that was determined by societal norms and family obligations rather than the calling of her own heart. It was a reality that Suho knew, one that never failed to weigh on his consciousness, especially in regards to the women of this era, including his sisters and Riah as well.

Yet, he did not want her to lose hope, especially when he wanted nothing but the best for her. "I may not know much about matchmaking or your suitors, Riah,” his voice was soft but genuine, “but I do know that whoever is fortunate enough to win your heart is a lucky man." If only he had known the ache that lingered in her veins then perhaps his words would have been different.

Still, he listened to her, to the words that trembled with emotions from her lips, and he considered how thoughtful she was trying to be; how, despite her state of tears, she still thought of helping him to pursue Myunghee.

Little did she know, in that fleeting moment, he did not think of Myunghee. Instead, Suho wondered what it would have been like to cross the limitation of their current roles—how it would feel to reach out and take Riah’s small hand into his, to trace the lines of her palms and see if his initials had been drawn there from a prior lifetime—but that moment was fleeting, as fleeting as a single tear that fell from her pearly eyes, down the soft curvature of her cheek, and landed on the corner of her rosy lips.

How salty and bitter the taste of that thought was, and perhaps, Suho would have known how sweet it could have also been if only he had dared to reach out and hold her, but he did not.

When she swayed the empty teapot from side to side, he knew it was a signal to depart. With a soft sigh, he pushed aside his inner turmoil and forced a small smile, hoping to ease the tension that accompanied between them. "Feel free to linger in my company for as long as you like, Riah," he said gently, hoping to reassure her, “you are more than welcomed to.”

But, he also did not want to pressure her, for her tears had struck him profoundly and perhaps she would seek privacy now more than ever. “But, if you prefer, I can accompany you home. I wouldn’t want you to walk alone.” Though his offer was sincere, Suho couldn’t shake the feeling of unease that settled in the pit of his stomach.

@✿ seol riah As the appointed day of their meeting approached, Jaehoon found himself filled with a mixture of anticipation and concern. The recent news of the famine hitting Hanseong weighed heavily on his mind, casting a shadow over what should have been a joyous occasion of the New Year. Despite his own worries and the looming specter of court summons, Jaehoon was determined not to let Riah down, though he couldn't help but wonder if she would still be able to make it. The circumstances were dire, and he wouldn't have blamed her if she had to attend to more pressing matters. However, he held onto the hope that their meeting would provide a brief respite from the chaos of their daily lives—a chance to connect on a personal level amidst the turmoil of their professional responsibilities.

As the morning of New Year's Day dawned, Jaehoon prepared himself for their meeting, ensuring that he arrived at the teahouse well ahead of the appointed time. He recalled Riah's disdain for tardiness and didn't want to risk disappointing her by being even a minute late.

Jaehoon opted for attire that reflected both the solemnity of the occasion and his own humility. He selected a simple yet dignified hanbok, crafted from high-quality fabric in muted tones of gray and charcoal. The hanbok featured minimal adornments, with subtle embroidery along the collar and cuffs, a testament to the understated elegance that Jaehoon preferred. He believed that true refinement lay not in ostentatious displays of wealth or status, but in the quiet confidence and grace that came from within. Pairing the hanbok with practical black shoes and a modest silk sash, Jaehoon ensured that his appearance was neat and polished without being overly ostentatious. Making sure he is appropriately dressed for the first day of the year, he made his way to the teahouse.

Upon his arrival, the teahouse servers greeted Jaehoon warmly, eager to serve him tea while he waited for his companion. However, Jaehoon politely declined each offer, preferring to wait until Riah arrived to enjoy their tea together. Despite his repeated refusals, the servers persisted, each one offering in turn. It wasn't until the owner of the teahouse herself approached that Jaehoon explained his preference. "Thank you for your concern, but I would prefer to wait until my companion arrives. We wouldn't want cold tea, would we?" he said with a smile. The owner nodded understandingly and left him to his own, though Jaehoon could sense her lingering curiosity in the air.

Alone at their designated table, Jaehoon took a moment to collect his thoughts, his gaze drifting to the silk-wrapped parcel and the scent pouch nestled safely inside his sleeve. He had brought them along as promised, determined to uphold his end of the agreement and make their meeting as pleasant as possible.

With each passing moment, his thoughts drifting to the countless conversations they had shared and the connection that had blossomed between them. Despite the challenges they faced and the uncertainties of the future, he found solace in the knowledge that he had someone like Riah by his side—a friend and confidante in whom he could trust implicitly. His hand reaching into his sleeve as he picked out her scent pouch again, his finger tips brushing on the embriodery on its surface.

Jaehoon's anticipation grew, his gaze flicking to the entrance of the teahouse at the arrival of every new patron. He couldn't shake the sense of eagerness that welled up within him, mingled with a tinge of nervousness. Each time a shadow passed through those doors, his heart skipped a beat, hoping to catch sight of Riah's familiar figure walking through.

The teahouse buzzed with activity, the gentle murmur of conversation blending with the clink of porcelain and the soft rustle of silk. Despite the warm ambiance of the teahouse, Jaehoon couldn't shake the feeling of unease that settled over him. He wondered if something had delayed Riah, or if she had forgotten their arrangement altogether. Then realising, he was early, a lot earlier than the discussed time.

@❀ yang seoyul lady yang minkyung arrived at the teahouse a full twenty minutes before the appointed hour. indeed, promptness was a virtue highly prized in a lady, but minkyung possessed an additional, more clandestine motive. it allowed her to discreetly observe the surroundings, to take mental note of the ambiance and any individuals of particular interest. today was no exception.

having secured a secluded table tucked away on the second floor, she positioned herself perfectly to observe the room while remaining unseen. a playful glint lit her gaze as her sister, seoyul, entered, completely oblivious to minkyung's presence. the poor girl reminded her of a cornered mouse as she glanced nervously at the entrance.

‘good,’ minkyung thought with a satisfied smirk.

that was precisely the reaction she had craved when she penned that cryptic letter. uncovering seoyul's secret had sent a shiver of indignation down minkyung's spine. action was necessary before scandal arose. though, a few moments spent watching her sister squirm wouldn't hurt.

taking pity at last, minkyung left her table and slipped away through another exit before re-entering through the main entrance with an air of regal composure. feigning surprise, she surveyed the room before her gaze landed upon seoyul. "there you are!" she exclaimed, a touch too brightly as she glided towards the table. a carefully constructed smile graced her lips as she settled into a seat.

her eyes fell upon the teacup in seoyul's hand, and a practiced look of concern creased her brow. "oh dear," she purred, a touch of condescension lacing her voice, "i trust you haven't been here long? the roads are positively dreadful these days, what with all the traffic. one can't help but be delayed."

a server approached, offering a fresh cup and pot of tea. minkyung responded with an exaggerated eye roll and a curt nod, dismissing him once the task was complete with an imperious flick of her wrist. lifting her cup, she took a deliberately slow sip, a sly smile playing on her lips as she watched her sister squirm.

"your journey from boseong must have been tiring," minkyung began, placing the cup down. "my letter, i'm sure, was quite a surprise. but imagine my astonishment upon discovering your… antics within the very walls of our family estate!" her smile remained, smug and unwavering, as her gaze held the sharpness of a well-honed blade. "now, seoyul, or perhaps i should say lady dalrae, care to explain yourself?"

@✿ go miro “A hissy bite,” Jiyong repeated, scoffing, his eyes rolling in mock offence. “Just because I am from the house of the blue lion, does not mean you can treat me like I am a stray cat you are feeding. In spite of that, yes, you are paying the bill. The late one always did.”

Yes, they always did. Though the last time they had met had been a few years now, since Jiyong had ascended to the role of Duke and it had been too hard to be around Miro after everything they’ve been through, yet it felt like it had merely been a week. That was what Jiyong had craved, in all this time since they last saw one another, some sense of normalcy… Of his childhood, no matter how much he tried to run away from it. Miro’s presence gave him that and much more.

Perhaps that was what was behind both of their eyes, swathes of memories and misty nostalgia, for they were quiet for a few moments. It was comfortable, as it was before, but Jiyong had found himself filling the silence with the savoury taste of the tea before them. The reflection of himself in the steeped water reminded Jiyong of who he used to be, though the thought disturbed him for a moment.

“I am glad you agreed to meet me.” He murmured, closing his eyes for a moment. “I can hardly believe you being mature, but I suppose it had to happen at some point. With rumours of a battle drawing near, perhaps it was high time for you to grow up just in case you get implicated. I’d really hope you don’t, though. I won’t be there to protect you.” Jiyong laughed to himself, shaking his head as he watched Miro’s expression. If one thing could be said about Miro, it was that he always managed to put a smile on Jiyong’s face, no matter how down he was feeling.

“Tell me, other than work, has anything else been of note for you in the past few years? Perhaps, someone has been occupying your time?”

@❁ cheon suho Was this punishment for all the years she had obstinately clung to her affections for a man who regarded her only as a sister and merely a friend? Riah longed for Suho to be less kind, less warm in his demeanor towards her. She wished he hadn't reached up to gently brush away the tear that escaped her eye. Perhaps then she could begin to cultivate a feeling of dislike towards him. Yet, instead of anger, all she felt was her heart shattering into smaller fragments. It appeared that her tear was insufficient to make him see her as anything more than a selfish girl who couldn't bear being out of the limelight during conversations.

As he tried to lighten the somber atmosphere with a jest about the weight of the incense, Riah seized the moment to hold back any further tears. Yet, with the release of a single tear, it seemed as though a floodgate had burst open within her. Soon after, delicate streaks of tears welled up in her eyes, cascading down her face and onto the fabric of her jeogori. Despite her attempts to wipe them away with her sleeve, the tears continued to flow unabated, as if refusing to be contained. Each drop seemed to carry with it a weight of unspoken emotions, revealing the depth of Riah's inner turmoil and heartache.

"Yeah... it's the incense," she forced out, her laughter tinged with bitterness as she inwardly chastised herself for appearing so pathetic and childlike before him. There was no turning back now that she had exposed her tears to a man who seemed indifferent to them.

As if the pain weren't already enough, he continued, speculating on what kind of man would marry her now that she had shed tears for another.

"Perhaps I will not wed then..." His words were a half-truth. Though she couldn't bring herself to confess that her heart belonged solely to him, and that she would rather remain unwed than be with anyone else. The unspoken truth weighed heavily upon her, a burden she carried silently in the presence of the man who remained oblivious to her true feelings.

"My groom would not have a choice anyway; I'm certain Grandfather would ensure that whoever marries me will be unable to escape," Riah remarked with a dry chuckle, reflecting on the reality that she had no say in her future spouse. Such was the fate of a yangban woman, particularly for Riah—the first daughter of the Seol family. Yet, there were moments when she managed to forget these societal expectations.

On afternoons spent composing letters destined for Suho's household or whenever her arrow struck true, recalling the techniques taught to her by the elder male, Riah could briefly escape the constraints of her predetermined life. He had been a guiding light in her otherwise dismal existence. However, as she faced him now, amidst his confusing signals and the weight of his silent rejection looming over her, Riah realized that the fervent fire she harbored for him had been extinguished by the very source of her affection.
After two or three more silent sobs, Riah gradually composed herself, though the effort was agonizing after nearly baring her heart. Her tears, she realized, were the final gifts bestowed upon the man who had once held her affections.

"You don't have to do that, orabeoni. You know me well enough. Asking those questions might lead one to think you're interested in courting me. But that's not the case, is it?" She managed a forced smile through the lingering traces of tears that had begun to dry.

"The only person you need to focus on is Myunghee-ssi. Now, concentrate, Orabeoni. Flowers, treats, her hobbies—know what she enjoys doing to pass the time, and show genuine interest in it to get closer to her."
In her mind, Riah could only summon memories of countless summers spent mastering the bow with him. Perhaps her fondness for the hobby stemmed from his deep involvement in it. Now, she had to imagine him sharing that passion with another woman, exchanging affectionate smiles and laughter—a thought that weighed heavily on her heart.


Every passing moment felt excruciatingly suffocating for the countess as she struggled to suppress her emotions for the sake of her dear friend. The once pleasant incense now left an unpleasant residue in the recesses of her mind, and the tea she had once enjoyed now tasted bitter on her tongue. As she glanced around the bustling teahouse, the countess perceived the world as lacking in its usual vividness. Even the man seated before her, once the center of her universe, seemed to fade into the background. Only a dull ache persisted in her chest, soon overshadowed by an overwhelming numbness threatening to consume her entirely.

She lifted the tea pot, intending to pour another glass and distract herself from her spiraling thoughts, but upon finding it empty, she seized upon the realization as a convenient excuse.

"It seems I have overstayed my welcome," she said with a feigned smile, gently swaying the empty teapot from side to side to indicate its state. Empty, much like the void she felt within her chest.

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@✿ geum eunbyeol Jaehoon's heart felt like a lead weight in his chest as he listened to Eunbyeol's words, the resignation and disappointment evident in her tone. He had never intended to cause her such pain, but the weight of their betrothal pressed heavily upon him, threatening to crush his own spirit.

Gazing into Eunbyeol's eyes, he saw his own turmoil reflected back at him. The memories of his recent failed relationship loomed large in his mind, the ache of loss still fresh and raw. He wasn't ready to move on, to open his heart to another when it still yearned for what he had lost.

The thought of deceiving Eunbyeol or himself was unbearable. He couldn't bring himself to perpetuate the illusion that their union was anything more than a loveless arrangement born out of duty. She deserved honesty, even if it meant breaking her young hopeful heart in the process.

His heart clenched with guilt as he contemplated the path ahead. He couldn't bear to see Eunbyeol suffer any longer, yet he knew that he couldn't continue to live a lie. Their betrothal was a facade, a mere shadow of the love and passion their family had believed in.

His words hung heavily in the air between them, the weight of their unspoken truth threatening to suffocate him. "If you agree to dissolve our betrothal, I will speak to my mother and your parents," he replied earnestly, his gaze meeting hers with sincerity. "I will take full responsibility for this decision and explain it to them as honestly as I can. I'll take responsibility for all the repercussions."

@✿ seol riah For Cheon Suho, such things as love were elusive to him. From a young age, growing up in a household full of sisters, he had been entailed to the paradoxes of girlhood—not all, but enough to forewarn him about the ideologies that women had on the world. But, he was also an only son, the one to carry on his family’s lineage once his sisters marry and leave the falcon’s nest. He had been raised to lead bold sisters who were more courageous than anyone he had known, and thus despite societal expectations, he remained consciously aware of his place within his household.

When he considered romantic prospects, he could not help but wonder if his future wife would get along well with his sisters. His family was, afterall, unconventional. They were not the kind to read on etiquette books or take lessons on social propriety. No, the women in his family were warriors, free as the falcon with keen eyes and humble wings that soar upon the vast sky.

So when Seol Riah stumbled into his life, a small child with bright eyes, a fearless grin, and dainty hands that worked the bow and arrows with precision like himself, she had unconsciously been sorted into that invisible box. The box truly had no purpose or held any true significance, but it only made sense that he saw her as such: a little sister, one who tugged at his heartstrings with childhood innocence and kinship. To see her beyond that, well, only time could tell.

As he gazed at Riah, he realized that all the years in which he claimed to have known her, she, too, was a mystery. There were depths to her that he had yet to peel away, emotions he had yet to learn to read just from the subtle raise of her brows or the faint quiver of her chin. He was flawed and uncertain, unaware of his own shortcomings than Riah, herself.

Flowers, treats… Suho considered for a moment, in fact, he did not know at all. Pondering over what Pyo Myunghee must’ve liked, he couldn't help but notice as Riah’s voice grew smaller. It was not the same tone of hers that he had been familiar with. And as he stared upon her subtle, peculiar cues, more questions riddled his mind. Did he know anything about Riah after all? Her favorite flowers, her favorite treats? He grappled with this thought in mind for a while until silence fell between them in the teahouse and left only their unspoken thoughts.

The air in the teahouse turned slightly heavy as the scent of steeped tea and incense whirled around them like a mist. He met Riah's gaze, his own expression softening as he could sense that something must have weighed heavily on her mind. Despite believing that he was able to understand the female mind, within that fleeting moment, Suho realized he knew nothing at all—

—he was still a man who knew very little about the heart.

He tried to speak at first, wanting to lighten the mood in case the conversation had suddenly turned too hard to bear. This was not his initial thought when he sought her out to meet, but now he realized, he may have not considered the circumstances enough.

But then, it was faint, and if not for the blushing sunlight that lit her beautiful features in a soft, ethereal glow, Suho would’ve missed it—but he didn’t. The glistening bead of tear fell from her eye like a rare gem, a sublime manifestation of vulnerability that caught him off guard. He had known her for years, but he had never witnessed her shed a single tear. Suho's brow furrowed in concern as he reached out instinctively, his finger lightly brushing against the tear resting on her eyelashes.

The dampness lingered on his finger, cool on his skin despite the heat rising from the teacup on the table. A flicker of concern lingered in his gaze. He couldn't shake the feeling that there was something more beneath the surface, something deeper than just the rising incense affecting her. Was she crying because he did not take the time to learn about her? To truly know more about who she had become through the years instead of reminiscing on the shared moments of their childhood? But he did not want them to sit in this heavy mood, especially when it was their first reunion in a while.

He forced his lips to rise into a gentle smile, a playful glint dancing in his eyes. "Perhaps it's the incense," he teased lightly, attempting to lighten the mood. "Or maybe you're just overwhelmed by seeing me again."

Reaching over, he caressed the top of her head as if she were a child. Gentle of his palm smoothing the silky tresses of her hair, “don’t cry. What is there to cry about?” His voice was soft, tender and calming, “no more tears. Who will marry you if they’ve found out that you’ve shed tears in front of another man?” He tried to ease her worries, surely unaware of the turmoil within her.

In that moment, he realized that she was not just a childhood friend or a sister figure—she was someone he cared for deeply, someone he couldn't bear to see in pain. There were no hesitations, as he knew that he would do anything to keep her safe.“I’m sorry, Riah.” He apologized softly, “I didn’t realize that after all these years we’ve known each other, I’ve failed to take care of you properly.”

Suho offered her a small, reassuring smile. "And as for treats," he added with a playful twinkle in his eyes, "consider it a promise. Next time, I'll bring your favorites."

@✿ moon jaehoon eunbyeol only knew what she was getting into when her parents had agreed to this engagement, but no one had prepared for the undeniable truth for her resignation: disappointment. who knew that a loveless partnership can also bring pain? still, who was she to decide what may become of jaehoon's foolishness (could it even be called as such)? who was she to think that a man's sincerity was punishable by law? despite being so young and oblivious to the wiles of love, she could see the truth in his eyes. his visage mirrored that of her brother's betrothed — her nari-eonni — who continued to love her brother despite the futility of it.

eunbyeol may never fathom how deep their feelings run but perhaps, she will have to try for this man who sat before her, beseeching for her agreement.

"and if i say 'yes' to the dissolution of our betrothal, what then? how will you tell eomeoni*? what will you tell my parents?" she queried, her jaw still hardened, her eyes still brimming with unshed tears.

the young girl rubs her eyes with the back of her hand, smearing some of her makeup unto the lengths of her hanbok, her trars wetting the silken fabric and imprinting themselves on it. she sat silently for a few moments, sniffing her tears away. the cup of tea that sat before her ran cold now. she knew it was not going to be as palatable as her current mood.

"i shall forgive you but you will have to explain to my eomma and abeonim — i will go about pretending that this conversation never happened."


*eomoni = moon hyang

@❀ moon jinhee it has been a considerable time since hangyeol last shared a glass with anyone beyond the esteemed ranks of the yangban families of hanseong. once a regular occurrence, these gatherings began to become frequent as he found himself increasingly invited due to the demands of governance and familial obligations.

nevertheless, amidst his duties as a duke, he couldn't deny that these meetings have their significance. considering that these gatherings served as forums for discussions of intricate business dealings, political governance, and familial alliances— these drinking meetings were beyond mere social niceties. though he harbored no great fondness for these obligations that he decided to carry on his shoulders, geum hangyeol clearly understood that these have their profound importance to ensuring his people's prosperity and peace.

thankful for her offer, hangyeol agreed quite easily as after all, he sees nothing wrong in sharing a drink with a stranger. a stranger who seemed to have seen through the mask he had been adorning his expressions with for so long.

despite being decisive with his decisions as a duke, with the matters of the heart, hangyeol found himself adrift in the sea of his own emotions. what's more excruciating is that, he once thought the ache of longing has been long gone after years of accepting the face she could never be his. however, now that she's finally broken away from the shadows of her past, the anguish begins to resurface in hangyeol's heart. the stark realization that he had deluded himself into believing that he'd gone numb from it began to consume him.

straightening up as the kind teahouse owner occupied the seat before him, he nodded a kind thank you before taking the cup in his hand. "it is a pleasure to meet you, lady moon." he speaks lowly and in a hushed tone, not particularly in high spirits. "i am very thankful to share a drink with you tonight." he paused, as he offered his hand to pour her a cup. "well," he hesitated before introducing himself. "i am geum hangyeol, of the house of amaranth." knowing all too well that his name would burden any other person, he immediately follows up. "do not mind my status, if that is alright. tonight, i'm just a mere customer who ended up overstaying my welcome." he gives him a genuine yet embarrassed smile. "is that alright, my lady?"

@❁ cheon suho Riah's heart fluttered nervously as she sat within the serene confines of the teahouse, her thoughts consumed by the practiced words she had repeated to herself on the journey there. With delicate fingers, she absentmindedly toyed with the sleeve of her Jeogori, the fabric slipping through her grasp as her anticipation grew.
With each sip of tea, Riah's mind wandered back to the moments prior, when she had rehearsed her words under her breath, each repetition instilling a sense of confidence for the encounter that lay ahead. The jade panji adorning her right index finger served as a grounding anchor amidst the whirlwind of emotions swirling within her.

As her gaze settled upon Suho, she couldn't help but notice the subtle shift in his demeanor. Gone was his usual composed facade, replaced instead by a rare vulnerability as he stumbled over his words. The faint blush gracing his cheeks only added to his endearing charm, causing Riah's heart to skip a beat.
In that moment, she longed to reach out to cradle his cheeks within her smaller hands how warm his face would have felt on her palms. She yearned for the day when Suho would see her not as just another acquaintance, but as someone worthy of his affection.

Lost in her musings, Riah couldn't suppress the hopeful smile that tugged at her lips. Though uncertainty lingered in the air, she clung to the belief that their connection was worth the risk, and that perhaps, in time, her feelings would be met with the same warmth and sincerity that she held for him.


As Riah hung onto every word, her anticipation morphed into dread as Suho's next words extinguished the fragile hope that had blossomed within her heart. It felt as if winter had descended upon her soul in the midst of a summer's day.
All other sounds in the teahouse seemed to fade into a distant murmur as Riah fixated on those piercing words:

"I am quite taken with her." Each syllable struck her like a heavy blow, shattering the dreams she had nurtured, leaving her feeling cold and empty.

(not me?)

In that moment, the world around her blurred into insignificance, overshadowed by the crushing weight of Suho's declaration. The warmth that had filled her being was replaced by an icy chill, seeping into the very core of her being.

With a heavy heart, Riah forced herself to maintain a facade of composure, masking the turmoil raging within. Yet, beneath the veneer of stoicism, her spirit crumbled, her hopes dashed against the harsh reality of unrequited love.

As the teahouse buzzed with activity around her, Riah remained ensnared in a silent anguish, grappling with the bitter truth that Suho's affections lay elsewhere.

Seol Riah, for the first time doubted herself when all she had been taught since birth was that she lacked nothing. Beauty, grace or elegance.

But what are those if in Cheon Suho’s eyes she amounted to nothing?

A lump formed in Riah's throat, akin to a bitter pill that proved excruciatingly difficult to swallow. The sudden chill that gripped her hands seemed to mirror the icy grip tightening around her heart. Aware that meeting Suho's gaze would only unleash a flood of tears from her eyes, she resolutely fixed her stare upon the teapot resting before them.
With a determined effort, Riah forced the lump down , steeling herself against the tumult of emotions threatening to overwhelm her. Despite the countless rehearsals and the carefully crafted words she had prepared, nothing could have prepared her for the searing sting of his silent rejection.

The countess summoned every ounce of courage within her as she finally mustered the strength to meet his gaze. Oh, how radiant he appeared, his joy palpable as he probably recounted tales of the girl who had captured his heart in his mind. His brown eyes crinkled with laughter, a painful reminder of the shared moments they had once cherished together.

Each chuckle that escaped his lips felt like a dagger to her heart, a cruel twist of fate that left her reeling in silent agony. To witness his happiness, knowing all too well that she was not the cause of his smiles, cut deeper than any physical wound. Was this the anguish of a shattered heart? It felt as though a weight pressed down upon her chest, threatening to crush her very essence.
With each passing moment, the ache within her intensified, as if her heart itself were on the verge of fracturing into a million delicate shards.

And he’s sitting there, expecting her to offer her honest help with finally confessing to the girl who’s managed to snare his affections. Riah clenches her fists under the table. Letting go of all her delusions and affections, she’s always held close to her since years ago. They were friends after all… No matter how much it hurt to not be the object of his affection. She would never let him down.

“I know you so well orabeoni. Of course you wouldn’t know how to court a lady. You’ve never confessed to anyone before.” She smiles bitterly, hoping that Suho would mistake it for a genuine smile instead.

“Well—” Riah trails off, unable to bear the sight of Suho in love with someone else. Keeping her composure proved harder the longer she sat there. Like a fool.

“Do you know her favorite flowers? Perhaps you can start with acquiring those. Maybe you should pen her a missive to meet…like you wrote to me. And then…and then you can give her a box of her favorite sweets if she likes sweets. I know I do.”

As Riah's gaze faltered, a solitary tear slipped from her right eye, betraying the facade of composure she had painstakingly crafted. With a swift motion, she brushed it away with the sleeve of her Jeogori, a reflex born of years of training in the art of concealing her emotions.
In that fleeting moment, she dared not meet his gaze for fear of exposing the raw vulnerability that simmered beneath the surface.

@❁ hwang miryeong [h] Nari?

The incredulity he felt earlier remained. The woman who was well in her way to another country? Manchuria gave her a proper welcome, and she seemed to be pleased on her excursion to another country. Remnants of her presence stayed stubbornly in his mind, perhaps he would be frank and say they overstayed her welcome. Confusion and hurt stirred within him as he continued to mull over her words, more painful than sharp jabs to his ribs.

He was a fool, yes, but not in her want and desire for her.

“Miryeong, please. You do not need to feel guilt over your feelings for me.” She would have wanted both of us to be happy, he wanted to say.

Songmin wanted to believe this was an incredibly sick attempt at jest. But from her demeanor to her body language, the steeliness in her tone, he knew in his heart that she was completely serious. The couple of tears that fell from her eyes, however, betrayed the veneer of calm she tried to uphold. Nonetheless, it also cemented the message she made clear: she needed to be let go.

Sighing heavily, he receded into his utter defeat. “I thought we had a relationship that is so beautiful.. You made me feel like I finally grew into the man I was supposed to be. But if you must, I will not keep you here for any longer.”

Tentatively, he released his hold from her jeogori, knowing his protests would be futile and she wouldn’t budge from her resolve. His hand fell by his side flatly, as it lost the one thing that enlivened it.

“Farewell, Miryeong. Even if you part, promise me you will stay safe.”

@❁ hwang mijoo Miryeong seated herself comfortably on the floor at their table with a satiated sigh, glad to be sitting after their long walk around the marketplace and to the teahouse. Although she often did tons of walking throughout the week, it had been awhile since she'd taken so many steps in one single day alone—although, Miryeong had been glad to have done it all with her younger sister. Long weeks---months had passed since their last outing together; the reason being their busy work schedules and the complex lives they led. Miryeong was glad for it but often, she missed Mijoo and wondered what her younger sister was up to, especially now since it has nearly been half a decade since her debut into society.

Before the lady of the teahouse left them, Miryeong requested for one of their favorite teas to be brought to their table before she turned to her sister. Upon seeing the doting look on her sister's face, the eldest could only smile with a defeated drop of her tensed shoulders. "I have missed you too, Joo-yah. Life has been so hectic lately. I feel that I am seeing less and less of you these days," Miryeong informed with a dejected smile. "Have you been occupied with your musical performances and practice? Perhaps I should make time to attend one of the parties you are performing at soon, only then--I suspect--that I will get to see more of you, my dear sister."

She held onto her sister's hand when it reached out to her. Somehow, she did not want to allow it to slip away. Oh, how age had befallen them both—but Miryeong could still see glimpse of the young girl Mijoo had been in the earliest days of their innocent childhood. A knowing smile quickly upturned the older sister's lips before she sighed, feigning weariness. "Or should I reach out to a certain . . . Jeon gentleman to let it be known that I miss my Mijoo terribly?"

@❁ cheon sunmi Ilwoo couldn't help but notice the brief pause in Sunmi's response, her serious gaze betraying a tumult of thoughts swirling beneath the surface. His playful remark had struck a chord with her, resonating deeply in a way he hadn't anticipated. He watched her carefully, a flicker of concern crossing his features as he wondered about the weight of her introspection.

However, before he could dwell too much on her reaction, Sunmi's attention snapped back to him, her smile returning albeit slightly strained. Ilwoo couldn't shake the feeling that there was more to her response than met the eye, but he chose not to press further, opting instead to match her smile with his own.

Her words of reassurance brought a genuine warmth to his heart, a sense of pride swelling within him at her praise. "Thank you, Sunmi," he replied earnestly, touched by her kind words. "It means a lot coming from you." Especially for Ilwoo who was never been seen by his family for his achievements, althought that came from someone who he could call an acquiantance for now, meant much more than had it came from his family.

Ilwoo's eyes sparkled with excitement at the mention of their falcons working together, the prospect of their feathered companions aiding him filling him with anticipation. "I'd be honored to show you," he replied with a grin, a hint of pride in his voice. "And yes, I remember the way. I'll make the arrangements and let you know."

"Thank you for suggesting this, Sunmi," he added, his voice sincere as he met her gaze. "It's been too long since we've had a chance to catch up like this. I really look forward to our gathering."

As Ilwoo’s comrades gestured to him from the nearby tables, signaling that they were leaving the teahouse, he reluctantly tore his gaze away from Sunmi. With a warm smile, he bid her goodbye, a twinkle of anticipation lingering in his eyes.

“It’s been wonderful catching up, Sunmi,” Ilwoo said with genuine sincerity, his voice tinged with regret at the prospect of their parting. “Let’s plan to meet again, shall we?”

With a final nod and a wave, Ilwoo turned to join his mates, feeling a sense of contentment and excitement at the prospect of their future reunion. As he walked away, he couldn’t help but steal a glance back at Sunmi, a smile playing on his lips as he looked forward to their next meeting.

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@✿ seol riah As they sat in the murmuring teahouse filled by the scent of brewed concoctions, Suho was aware that despite her feminine and delicate demeanor, in his eyes, he considered that Riah was still the same young girl from many years ago. Their families had grown up closely with one another until the demotion of the Cheons, where his family found themselves losing the highly coveted rank of Yangban to then bearing the low class rank as Sangmins. However, things never changed between him and Riah, and through their years, they sought out each other’s company whenever there was time. Unfortunately, Suho had to make a living in the wilderness, often leaving her missives unanswered.

While he observed her pour tea for him, the corner of his mouth rose upwards in a gentle curve that met the glimmer in his eyes. When had she grown up? He pondered, only realizing in the shimmering break of sunlight that drew across the room through parchment paper, that Seol Riah was no longer that young child in his mind. It would also be a lie for Suho to say that Seol Riah wasn’t beautiful. In any person’s view, had they crossed paths with the daughter from the House of Tiger, they’d give her a second glance.

Yet, for odd reasons, his heart raced when he gazed up at her. There was a warmth in her eyes that had always put him at ease, a sense of familiarity that he treasured between them above all else. But today, he couldn’t shake the feeling that something had shifted between them and it made him feel quite uneasy.

It has been a while since Suho felt this way as the weight of his confession sat heavily on his shoulders, one that he had practiced over and over through the days but had yet to find utterance on his tongue. He watched idly as the lady delicately sipped her tea, admiring her gentle composure despite himself sitting in a pit of internal worry. And when she finally questioned him about the revelations that he wished to share with her, he had to take a moment to pause, and then breathe.

"I... I wanted to talk to you about something," he began, his voice soft and uncertain. "You see, I've found myself in a rather... unexpected situation."

The words hung in the air between them, heavy with uncertain meaning and unspoken intent. Suho struggled to meet Riah's gaze, his cheeks flushing slightly as he braced himself to reveal the matters of his heart. He hoped that if there was anyone in Hanseong who could understand and accept his feelings, it would be Riah and no one else.

"There's this girl," he finally confessed, his voice tinged with a hint of hesitation. "I’ve known her for quite a while now, but I... well, I've only just recently realized that I am quite taken with her."

He searched Riah's face for any sign of comprehension, "Riah, I've only realized that I’ve been feeling this way for a while now…” he confessed. His orbs searched hers for any flicker of response, “and now I find myself wanting to... well, court her."

His brows furrowed slightly as he grappled with his own emotions until finally a soft chuckle fell from his lips. "I probably look silly, right now don’t I?” He reached forward for the teacup, allowing the warmth of the porcelain to settle in his palms. “I've never been adept at... these matters of the heart, you know that, right, Riah?" He was hoping to alleviate some of the tension that hung between them.

"But I value our friendship," he continued, his tone earnest. "You've always had a way of understanding me when I don’t even understand myself and so…” he swallowed the nervousness in his throat, “I was wondering, Riah… if…” his cheeks flushed red as he glanced up to meet her eyes, “if you can give me advice on how I can confess to Pyo Myunghee.”

@✿ geum eunbyeol Her amusement and apparent lack of scandalized gasping upon his rather forearm question felt like a soothing breeze brushing through the opened doors and windows of a heated home during the hottest days of the summer. Jinseok had already felt himself hot with embarrassment, having expected Eunbyeol to outright refuse to reply to his question, dubbing it rude and overstepping. He was. Overstepping. He knew that these matters were hardly something a man of his standing should be inquiring about. As a man, he should be trying to convince her of his ability to care for her, go provide and protect. But his intentions were less than sincere - and a part of him felt as if the young lady sitting across from him, readily replying to his question, felt the same way.

"I would, in fact, believe it", he nodded slowly as he lifted his cup again, taking a careful sip as to not burn his lips and tongue on the still hot tea, although it had surely cooled down significantly since it had been served. This teahouse was known for excellent quality and part of it was the temperature of the tea served to the patrons of the establishment. He paused, smiling to himself and then shaking his head, mentally berating his analytical nature for musing about the temperature of tea water, instead of answering her.

He had always been like this, though. Had a tendency to get lost in his own thoughts in a feeble attempt of understanding the world around him. Down to the very bone, so to speak.

"I'm a physician", he said eventually, setting the cup back down, making sure the bottom didn't make too loud of a sound as he did so. "I've been studying the arts of medicine after an injury that befell me and I've fallen utterly in love with the craft. And I'm assuming you yourself take quite some pride in what you do. That is important in life, Lady Geum."

@✿ oh jiyong The beads along the string attached to his gat swayed along as he tilted his head to a side, a corner of his lips raised into a smile. He rested the cup down on the table once more, humming to a short tune as he straightened his back. They both knew that there was no bite to Jiyong’s words; it was yet just another playful throw of words, one so similar to the rest they had always had in the past. History rolled in, resting at the back of his head like the falling of dried leaves on the surface of the lake of memories. “I didn’t think I kept you waiting for that long to warrant such a hissy bite but if I did, I’m sorry. The bill is on me.”

He quietly kept his eyes on the other man, lips forming into a thin line of a simper. He etched the features of Jiyong’s face in his heart as the other kept up with the small talk. Miro noted the fine lines that had only started to form at the corners of Jiyong’s eyes, the thinning of his skin underneath his eyes from the numerous nights of overworking and the time that reflected across his eyes. Jiyong had certainly grown older, and more mature since the last time he saw him at the funeral of the past Duke and Duchess.

Again, how long had it been since the funeral of Jiyong’s parents? Miro could barely remember any of it, other than it being the very first time he saw the love in Jiyong’s eyes disappear.

“I’m glad… to have received the letter from you. It has indeed been a while, Jiyong.” He spoke, his gaze softening before it disappeared to be replaced with a glint of youth and a chuckle that filled their conversation. “I don’t believe we were such /troublemakers/! And I’ve been diligently getting to work, every day, on time, and I also clock out on time. I’ve grown mature as much as you are, Lord Jiyong.”

@✿ jang ilwoo “But you're right, Sunmi. It’s what’s inside that counts, isn’t it?”
The statement put her at a pause, studying the playful expression in his eyes. A small blush still lingered on her face from the wink and his bright laugh, but her eyes remained serious and distant, a tell tale sign of the rush of thoughts flooding through her. Was it truly all about what was on the inside? Could she still call herself the free-spirited rebel she had once been when she in fact did none of the acts that once lead her there?

It might have just been a throwaway joke to him, but to her it had rung true to her heart. Perhaps it truly was what was inside that mattered the most, not necessarily who you seemed to be on the outside. Her gaze moved from Ilwoo’s face, her attention only barely holding on to his words as she stared at her sleeved wrists. Could it truly be that the marks she bore simply spoke of what had happened and not who she was?

“Hm?” Sunmi’s attention snapped back to Ilwoo when she heard his voice strain a word in his sentence a little harder. Her mind rushed to find the right answer, stumbling a little with her words as she stammered out: “Y-yeah, that’s me. Cheon through and t-through.” A small smile, twitching at the corners of , tried its best to hide the worried thoughts beneath.

Luckily he was ever the excited man, easily allowing for Sunmi to get lost in his energy and leaving her thoughts behind. There was no need to linger on it now. She would carry his words with her til the moon made its entrance, and ponder the questions then.

“I am certain they are proud of you, Ilwoo. A military man who seems liked by his men.” She allowed herself the assumption of his command. Though he had called them military frienda they could still be subordinates or even fellow men of command. His family carried the history for it, and the way he spoke of following in their footsteps, certainly he would have been too. “It is inspiring to know our nation has such staunch defenders.”

The fake smile steadied into a real one as she looked at him with wonder and amusement. The fondness with which he spoke of the feathered companion echoed with the feelings she herself had for Byul. She held a deep love and respect for the creature, having found in her her strongest ally and friend. Someone she could trust with her life, and had many times in the past.

“Aeun. That is a beautiful name, Ilwoo.” Sunmi regarded him with a fond expression, a hint of nostalgic excitement in her eyes. “I would love to watch them both work together to aid you. And you could show me how good you have become with your bow.” It would be nice to hear the whip of a taut string and the whizz of an arrow. Through him she would potentially be able to relive a life that felt it belonged to someone else. “I think we could have that arranged. You know the way, I believe?”

@❁ cheon suho Time held no sway over Riah's enduring fascination with Suho. Whether weeks, months, or years passed, she never grew weary of gazing upon his countenance or relishing his company. In his presence, an unguarded ease enveloped her, melting away the stringent rules instilled by governesses and tutors. His disarming smiles effortlessly shattered her facade of propriety. The flutter of butterflies in her stomach persisted unabated. Today was no exception.

“It has indeed been a while…Have you been busy as usual? And ..well..you look well too orabeoni.”

As a delicate crimson flush suffused her cheeks, Riah couldn't suppress the sudden warmth that engulfed her face. She silently prayed that Suho wouldn't perceive her slight retreat, a reflexive response to the seemingly innocuous compliment she dismissed as mere courtesy. Yet, she couldn't help but notice the subtle stammer that escaped Suho's lips, a departure from his usual composed demeanor. It was evident that something weighed heavily on his mind, causing his words to falter.

Despite the tumultuous swirl of curiosity and perhaps even excitement stirring within her, Riah managed to maintain a façade of composure as she delicately lifted the cup of tea Suho had poured for her. Cradling it with both hands, she took a sip, the warmth of the liquid momentarily distracting her from the loud thud of her heart against her chest. It was as if the feeling of anticipation, which had been building since she received his missive that refused to dissipate even now, as she sat in his presence.

“I did…send you a lot of missives.” Riah admits with a sheepish smile.

During Suho's absences, Riah immersed herself in various pursuits, diligently honing her skills in swordsmanship and archery—a stubborn insistence on mastering disciplines she had demanded to learn years ago. In the precious moments snatched between her rigorous training sessions and scholarly endeavors, she dedicated herself to correspondence, penning letters to him that contained topics that would just be about anything under the sun. Whether detailing the nuances of Hanseong's weather or posing inquiries about his profession, she poured her thoughts onto parchment with unwavering dedication. At times, a shadow of doubt crept into her mind, questioning whether her missives were merely a nuisance to him, but she dispatched them nonetheless. It was the irrational impulse of someone ensnared by a long-standing infatuation.

In response to his statement, Riah's head inclined slightly, her expression thoughtful as she carefully placed her teacup back onto the table. With a fluid motion of practiced elegance, she took it upon herself to pour tea for Suho, her movements measured and deliberate.

“Preoccupied? What ever do you mean by that?” She inquires before taking another sip of tea.

Once more, he stumbled over his words, prompting a flicker of anticipation in Riah's heart. Could this be it? Was he finally grappling with his own emotions? Her gaze, previously anchored to the table, lifted to meet his warm brown eyes. In that moment, she mirrored the nervousness that danced across Suho's features. What weighty revelation did he have to share with her?

As she watched him draw in a deep breath, Riah found herself mirroring his action instinctively, her own breath held in anticipation of his next words. Silence hung in the air as Riah unconsciously toyed with the teacup in her hand. She dared not disrupt the fragile moment with speech, fearful that any interruption might derail his train of thought.

@❁ cheon sunmi Sunmi's playful teasing brought out a hearty laugh from Ilwoo, his grin stretching wider as he surrendered to the infectious merriment of their exchange. "Ah, you got me there," he admitted with a playful wink, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "But you're right, Sunmi. It's what's inside that counts, isn't it?" His nod held a hint of solemnity, though the twinkle of mischief remained, dancing in his eyes like flickering candlelight.

Ilwoo's gaze softened with genuine warmth as he turned his attention back to Sunmi, his admiration shining through like a beacon in the dimly lit teahouse. "You make it sound like you've got it all under control," he remarked gently, his voice laced with genuine admiration. "But I have no doubt you're doing a fantastic job. The Cheons have always been known for their dedication and hard work. And because you ARE a Cheon."

Sunmi's question about his military pursuits sparked a sense of pride in Ilwoo, his chest swelling with a profound sense of fulfillment. "Yes, indeed," he confirmed with a nod, his voice ringing with pride. "Following in the footsteps of my family has been a great honor."

As the conversation circled back to their falcons, Ilwoo's eyes lit up with excitement, a fond smile gracing his lips. "My falcon, Aeun, is still with me," he revealed, the affection for his feathered companion evident in his tone. "And yes, I remember that embarrassing incident," he added with a chuckle, the memory of their childhood escapade bringing a nostalgic warmth to his heart. "It would be wonderful to reunite them. I'm sure Aeun would enjoy the company."

Sunmi's mention of MyeongByul's longing for flight struck a chord with Ilwoo, resonating deeply with his own appreciation for the freedom of the skies. "It sounds like they both could use a good hunt," he remarked, a hint of anticipation coloring his tone. "Perhaps we could arrange a gathering soon, for old times' sake." The prospect of reuniting their falcons filled him with a sense of excitement, a nostalgic longing for the simpler joys of youth.

@✿ geum eunbyeol Jaehoon's heart ached as he witnessed the tumult raging within Eunbyeol. Her tear-filled eyes mirrored the depth of her pain, a reflection of the turmoil churning within her. Despite his own inner turmoil, he couldn't help but feel a profound sense of responsibility for causing her such distress. He had never intended to hurt her, yet the truth of his feelings for another woman couldn't be ignored.

Taking a deep breath to steady himself, Jaehoon spoke softly, his voice laced with regret. "Yes," he admitted, his words carrying the weight of his confession. "There is another woman whom I love."

The admission lingered in the air, heavy with implications that seemed to cast a shadow over the space between them. Eunbyeol's reaction was a mix of disbelief, confusion, and hurt, and Jaehoon felt a pang of guilt knowing that he was contributing to her pain. It pained him to see her caught in the crossfire of their tangled circumstances.

"Eunbyeol," he began again, his voice gentle yet filled with empathy. "I want you to understand that I didn't eagerly seek this engagement either. I realize that you've been placed in a difficult position, much like myself."

Despite the urge to reach out and offer her comfort, Jaehoon hesitated, knowing that his touch might only add to her distress. Instead, he continued to speak, his words a tentative attempt to bridge the gap between them. "I know this is overwhelming, but I believe it's best for both of us to end this now, before any further harm is done. Please, find it in your heart to forgive me, Eunbyeol."

@✿ seol riah The fragrance of various brewed tea wafted through the establishment. Sweet and subtle, tender citrus and hibiscus flower scents floated in the near vicinity. It mingled in the air in a blend that teased and aroused the senses. Sunlight filtered through parchment windows, drawing a soft glow that casted warmly over the room and illuminated the porcelain teacup where he sat.

He reached out to touch the streak of sun, finding comfort in its warmth against his palm. It often reminded him of how the dawn filtered through the canopy of trees in the forest terrains as it bathed the landscape with its golden hue. The wilderness was all that Cheon Suho has known for many years now. Often venturing into the depths of the outskirts for weeks at a time, he navigated dense forestry and mountainous passages like they were the back of his hand. It is in moments like these, where he finds himself sitting in a quaint teahouse, surrounded by the soft whispers of other patrons, that he feels like part of society again.

It hasn’t been long since he returned from his last hunting excursion, give or take it’s been less than a week. Yet, he found the urge to write to a dear companion out of the blue.

However, Seol Riah wasn’t just an ordinary person, nor did he view her in the same regard compared to the other women in Hanseong. Although they were now in different social classes which made it difficult for him to seek her out privately, he still held her in regards to the same standards of their childhood and that has never changed over the course of years that spanned between them. To Suho, Riah was special.

When she finally entered the teahouse and graced him with her presence, he offered her his usually warm and gentle smile. “Suho Orabeoni.” She called him, “What is it that you wanted to tell me in person?” He politely gestured for her to take the seat opposite him at the table and as if routined, Riah returned his smile with one of her own, her eyes bright with warmth and familiarity.

Suho's gaze softened as he met her eyes, a slight hesitancy flickering in his expression as he mused, “it’s been a while, hasn’t it?” He reached over, pouring and serving her a cup of tea. “I take it you’ve been well? You look well, I mean...” he stammered as a sudden bout of nervousness had taken hold of him.

It was unlike him, who was usually rather composed and confident in most situations. But now that Riah was in front of him, he found himself inexplicably flustered for a reason he would have trouble explaining. Setting her teacup in front of her, he cleared his throat, trying to regain his composure. "I apologize," he said, his voice steadier now. "For not replying to your letters sooner. I've just been... preoccupied lately."

Suho hesitated for a moment, unsure of how much he should reveal. After all, he didn't want to burden Riah with his own troubles. But something in her gaze, so full of genuine care and understanding, encouraged him to open up.

“Riah, I... I wanted to meet with you," he admitted, his voice quiet but earnest. "It's been awhile since we've had a chance to meet, and I realized that there was something on my mind, and so, Riah. I…” Suho took a deep breath, “I wanted to talk to you about something important.”

@✿ jang ilwoo The innocent display of comparing his own height to that of his childhood self madd Sunmi unable to keep a straight face. Her lips strained to hold back laughter that eventually escaped her anyway, finding it all too cute. He really had not changed that much at all. "I meant beyond your size, Ilwoo." Her voice was still strained with laughter as she spoke. "You are certainly taller and wider, but inside there-" She lifted a finger to point to his chest. "- I still see that same Ilwoo I knew as a girl."

His laughter and joy was infectious, and Sunmi herself soon found most worried thoughts drifting away from her mind and out the open window. She remained in her seat despite the small bursts of energy bis laughter generated, instead nervously tapping her fingers against the porcelain of the cup. A smile lingered on her lips, longer than it had for a while.

"Y-you make it sound like it is a lot. But it really isn't. I even get time to take walks, read and practice my needlework. C-certainly it isn't that much," she stammered, cheeks turning a light red at his charming compliments. "Every Cheon helps out. It is the way it has always been done."

"And what of you? You spoke of t-the military, right? I take it you followed in your family's footsteps, so to speak?" It was her turn to ask him questions, tightening her grip on the teacup in her hand to remain ladylike. Letting his infectious energy carry her away could be seen as offensive to some of the clientele if they noticed.

Sunmi's eyes blinked slowly before she let out a small breath and nodded. "You'd be correct. MyeongByul is getting older, but she is still as much a faithful companion now as she was then. You still have that same falcon that dragged you around?" she asked with a humorous chuckle, remembering the way she had to help him untangle from the poor bird that his child self had chased all excitedly. "I am sure Byul would like seeing a clutchmate, if they at all would remember each other."

"It would also give her some much needed flight. I have not been able to take her out as much as I would have wanted too as of late. The old girl is itching for a hunt even more than I-" she began, almost stumbling over her words. "M-more than I am waiting for someone to come ask for her aid in one." A sheepish laugh followed the small lie.

@❁ cheon sunmi Ilwoo's warm chuckle filled the air, a genuine expression of amusement as he responded to Sunmi's playful remark. His eyes sparkled with mischief as he rose from his seat, a playful glint dancing within them. "Little? I'm sure it's been a pretty big change," he quipped, his tone light-hearted and filled with joviality. Moving to Sunmi's side, he extended his arm and used his hand to compare the height of his younger self to his current stature.

As Ilwoo settled back into his seat, the atmosphere remained light and playful, the lingering energy of their banter infusing their conversation with warmth and camaraderie. His laughter echoed softly in the air, a testament to the genuine enjoyment he found in Sunmi's company.

Reaching out, Ilwoo offered a reassuring smile to Sunmi, his eyes filled with genuine interest as he absorbed her response. His enthusiasm bubbled over like a chirpy canary greeting an old friend, his words laced with cheerful energy. "Wow, teaching children and training falcons? Sounds like you have a lot on your hands!" he exclaimed, his voice brimming with genuine admiration. "I'm certain you're doing a fantastic job!"

Sunmi's smile in return was radiant, a reflection of the warmth and kindness that had drawn Ilwoo to her all those years ago. Despite the passage of time, their connection remained strong, their conversation flowing easily as they caught up on each other's lives.

"I recall you had a falcon as well, didn't you?" Ilwoo continued, his eyes alight with excitement. "We should arrange another meeting for our birds!" His enthusiasm was infectious. His suggestion of reuniting their feathered companions was rather out of the blue, but fill with ardour.

@✿ moon jaehoon lord moon’s placating actions did not ebb the hurt that run deeply through eunbyeol. her gaze remained fixated on his, still searching and confused. with each passing second and with each word that left his lips was a stab to her pride as a young lady of her house. the youngest geum’s own dark orbs brimmed with tears as jaehoon continued to speak. she did not know that having been rejected by a man she never loved could pain her this much. still, the girl refused to cry and instead of allowing the tears to cascade down her cheeks, she merely balled her fists tightly until she was able to will them away.

his admission came as a shock to eunbyeol, however, and it briefly silenced the storm brewing in her heart.

“you. . .love. . .another?”

she spoke in a tiny whisper, disbelieving. after all, she was young; what does she know about holding another person’s heart in hers? still, what was he going to tell her family? regardless if she were to keep a secret, she could not promise that her parents would not be livid.

eunbyeol was torn between feeling guilty, worried, and confused, her previous anger now slowly dissipating. after all, how could she stay mad at a man who was nothing but patient despite the beginnings of a tantrum that she was slowly putting to show.

“how?” she queried. there was honesty in her tone as she peered up at him. his hand on hers was nothing but heavy, slowly numbing as she calmed. “how. . .how can you love another while being tied to my hand in marriage? i still do not understand, my lord.”

@✿ jang ilwoo Just as in the past Jang Ilwoo was a loud man, but in a way Sunmi could appreciate. His laughter had come as a surprise, but she smiled to herself at hearing the melodious sound. Had it not been for his darker voice, she was sure it would have sounded just like it did when they were kids. In many ways it was charming to see that he had retained so much of himself all this time.

“Ah, I should have suspected as much,” Sunmi politely replied, thinking back to the little she knew of the Jangs. They had always been good patrons to the Cheons, even after their fall from grace, having valued the hunting birds they trained. She remembered the awe the head of their house had inspired each time she saw him, and had asked her mother about it once. They were a military family, her mother had explained.

It was no wonder Ilwoo had followed in the same footsteps. Much like she herself had done with her family.

Her attention was drawn back to him when he lowered his voice again, sensing the warmth still radiating from his being. “It is good to see you again too, Ilwoo. And how little you’ve changed,” she remarked back with an amused smile. It was nice to see that such excitement still existed in the world, even after the tumultuous years that had passed.

“M-me?” Sunmi nervously brushed some strands of hair from her face, adjusting it carefully behind her ear before continuing. “Oh you know. Training falcons, teaching the local children. Just… Following the footsteps of my siblings really.” Another nervous laugh escaped her, seeking to hide the hollowness in her statement. It wasn’t a lie, but nor was it the full truth. “We Cheons are good at teaching and training, so I’m just trying my b-best to uphold that vision.”

@❁ cheon sunmi Ilwoo's laughter rippled through the teahouse, a warm melody that mingled with the gentle hum of conversation. With a playful glint in his eyes, he responded to Sunmi's inquiry, gesturing casually towards his comrades scattered around the room.

"No, I'm just here with some friends from the military," he explained, his tone light and casual. "We've just finished a day of training."

There was a hint of pride in his voice as he mentioned his companions, a reflection of the camaraderie they shared and the bonds forged through shared experiences. Though he didn't delve into details about his own position, the sense of fulfillment and purpose that radiated from him was palpable, a silent testament to his dedication to duty.

Returning his attention to Sunmi, Ilwoo's expression softened into one of genuine warmth and affection. With a reassuring smile, he sought to alleviate any concerns she might have had about his presence. "It's good to see you again, Sunmi," he remarked sincerely, cherishing the unexpected opportunity to reconnect with an old friend amidst the hustle and bustle of their lives.

Yet, even as they shared this moment of reunion, curiosity sparked in Ilwoo's eyes, a hunger for connection and understanding that drove him to seek deeper insights into Sunmi's life. Leaning in slightly, he met her gaze with genuine interest. "And what about you, Sunmi?" he inquired, his tone gentle yet brimming with curiosity. "What have you been up to?"

@✿ jang ilwoo Looking up at the man before him, Sunmi swore she could almost make out the boy she had once aided behind the larger frame and more defined features of his face. He had grown up well, a man befitting of the titles his family held. But at the same time he seemed just like before: excitable, charming in his boundless energy, and all too optimistic. He was not far too different from how she had been when she was younger, even if she was of the quieter sort herself.

Perhaps it had been the reason they had gotten along so well when they were younger. His excitement riling her up and forwards, and her calmness reining him in when he became too much. It was the perfect push and pull that seemed to tug them along whenever they had met up in the past.

That was decades ago though. He seemed similar still, all shaggy haired charm and smiles. She wish she was the same as she was back then. She had been so innocent, wanting nothing but for her family to thrive while chasing adventures of her own. Part of her wandered what must have happened in the time between then and now. Certainly he had experienced enough on his own.

And yet he seemed so familiar, that same warmth radiating off him as if nothing could ever harm him or his mood. Even Sunmi was not resistant to it, already feeling her lips drawing back in a small smile from his demeanour and aura. It had been the same when they were young. He’d do so something silly and she’d laugh like only children could, so free and effortlessly.

A sigh passed her lips at his question. How was she even to answer a question like that? The truth would be too much. A polite lie might be too fake. She raised the cup to her lips, drinking down another mouthful of warmth to steady herself as she tried to come up with the best approach. Certainly there would be some way she could answer it to not seem dismissive or rude.

“I live a day at a time,” Sunmi eventually settled for as she placed the cup back upon the table. Her slender fingers pulled back from its warmth, feeling the itch of her many pinprick wounds returning slowly as she turned a little more towards his direction. “And it has been far too long. Decades at this point, if I am not mistaken. Heavens…” A small chuckle followed the statement, her eyes wandering back out the window with an almost wistful longing. “We were still just innocent children not having seen the world.”

She had once been hungry for adventures. Now she was afraid of what could come around the next corner. Things had been much easier then.

“Hm? Waiting for-“ Sunmi glanced back at the table and the open seat he had occupied, not at all having thought about what this must have looked like before he arrived. “Oh, no, I am here alone.” She put on a smile despite the way the word cut her like a knife. She had always been fine alone. But now it carried connotations of so much more. Loss, longing, disappointments. She had felt or been part of all within the span of a year. To think things could change so fast.

“W-what about you though? Are you here to see someone?”