I'm kinda new to Tumblr and English is not my first language so please bear with me! I go by the pronounces she/her.
I mostly write reader/oc x canon wether it's romantic or platonic, my favorite genres to write are fluff, comedy, action, romance, slow burn. I also like angst and comfort but not sure if I'm so good at writing these two(you read and decide). I do other genres too so it's not only these mentioned up here. I'm also open to requests and suggestions.
What I DO NOT do is f/f & m/m, nsfw/smut, omega verse, lemon, lime, incest and pedo. So if that's what you want to read, I'm gonna act like I dropped my glasses oops!
Another you might want to know is that sometimes I can be really slow at writing requests and else, it's either because I'm lacking of passion or muse or time.. etc. So please keep that in mind when sending a request.
My longer works wich contain multi-chapter—just like Nights—are on my AO3 account and the pseud is sarotati too.
Also, I'm a ROTBB fan... If it's not clear enough haha.
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I need to read a fic where, after Chung Myung dies, he goes up to heaven or wherever and just chills will everyone in death. He's up there for a hundred years getting to live his post-war life with Tang Bo as they watch Earth from above, and then he's either knocked out and wakes up in the body of Sam Cho as usual or is dragged down to possess the body like Wei Wuxian.
The whole story is the same except for the fact that, while dead, both Chung Myung and Tang Bo figure out that spirits can interact a little bit with the living realm so Tang Bo ends up following Chung Myung around, pranking both him and everyone else around Chung Myung by knocking stuff over or something (involving knives, I'm sure). Maybe if Chung Myung is just possessing the body of Cho Sam, he can still actually see Tang Bo.
Idk, there's probably a lot someone could do with that, BUT IF ANYONE KNOWS A FIC LIKE THIS OR IS WILLING TO WRITE IT, BLESS YOU AND PLEASE LMK
Here are some fanarts of fanon Tang Bo (which is the design imagined by fans before the official art of him dropped!):
Sorry that there isn't credit to the artists (I don't have the accounts :(((....)
A friend of mine said that a friend of hers thinks fanon Tang Bo looks like a concubine (esp with the outfits that show a part of his bust) and the friend of mine can't unsee it ever since... Now I too can't unsee it and it's your turn to take a share of the burden.
By the way some fans also made a design that has a braid!
Which is much less popular than the one before but it's as gorgeous.
I wanna see Chung Myung in a braid 😔 wait I remember there was some doodle out there of him with a braid.
*looks in my humble collection of pics* yeah I can't find it but it's okay because I can picture it in my head.
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Summary: it's hard to figure out who the real one is!
But all are fine shyt.
WC: 780
Trigger Warning(s): Comedy, grabby Tang Bos, possessive behavior, identity confusion (?), there are three Tang Bos, Novel Tang Bo, Manhwa Tang Bo, Fanon Tang Bo, romantic rivalry, jealousy, chaotic love interests, Tang Bos fighting each other, crack treated seriously ig?, comedy of errors, touchy Tang Bos, extremely questionable no judgements.
A/N: help I've been thinking about writing this and it's been rotting in my head for weeks (along with other ideas) and I just realized that having unfinished requests doesn't mean I can't write something so smol like this sighhhh.
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The man dressed in dark green robes, his hair tied into a half-bun, frowned. His jade-colored eyes narrowed at the two men standing before him in a look that was neither friendly nor welcoming.
"And who did you say you were?"
"Tang Bo of the Sichuan Tang Family."
"Tang Bo of the Sichuan Tang Family."
The two men answered simultaneously.
More frighteningly, they used the exact same tone of voice, same voice even.. somehow making the situation even stranger and more unsettling.
The brown-haired man with a half-bun frowned.
"I am the one and only Tang Bo! Who the hell are you two?!"
"Impossible. I've been Tang Bo since the day I was born. Are you trying to convince me that my entire life has been a lie for seventy years?"
The man with dark brown hair and a dimple on his right cheek crossed his arms over his chest and stared disdainfully at the other two.
The third man, dressed in considerably more flamboyant clothing, had light brown hair all gathered into a neat bun adorned with ornamental pins.
"Impossible! How did you know I was seventy!?"
"That's exactly what I've been telling you! I'm Tang Bo!"
"Are you mocking me!?"
"You bastards!"
"I'll kill both of you!"
"Can you even throw a dagger in a straight line!?"
"Gasp! How dare you! I should be asking you that, considering you're qualified to be called cross-eyed!"
"This bastard!? You're the cross-eyed one!"
The three men were already fighting.
Each pulled sharp daggers from within their wide sleeves while grinding their teeth, as identical voices rose in a scene capable of inducing panic in any reasonable observer.
Rather than panic, however, she simply stared at them in silence, as though she was far too confused and bewildered to react in any other way.
Which, to be fair, was also a perfectly valid reaction.
'Dear heavens, how did things end up like this?'
The problem was that no matter how hard she tried to remember, she genuinely couldn't recall which one of these disasters was supposed to be her– I mean, the real Tang Bo.
And she had known him for a lifetime.
A firm grip around her arm pulled her from her thoughts.
The man with the half-bun frowned in a way that was almost pitiable and stared at her with wide eyes as he softly said her name.
"Please. Tell them I'm the real one."
"You! You bastard!?"
"Take your hands off her right now!"
The other two immediately rushed over.
From a distance, she could now see scratches, bruises, and tears in the clothing of the two men charging toward them.
Now looking closer, the Tang Bo who had grabbed her first didn't look any better.
When had they even managed to attack each other?
She had zoned out for barely a few seconds!
The dimpled Tang Bo seized her other arm, while the light-brown-haired Tang Bo with the elegant full bun grabbed her shoulders.
She stared blankly at the three men.
One moment they glared at each other as though they intended to tear one another apart. Doing some "grrrr" sounds like ferals animals who got their territory in danger.
The next, they turned to her with different expressions, yet every single one of them carried the same desperate plea.
The kind of expression that could rip a heart straight out of someone's chest and throw it into a storm at sea.
"Me! I'm the real one!"
"You know it's me!!"
"Don't listen to them!"
She closed her eyes and let out a deep sigh, her face completely blank as she felt several hands attempting to wrap around her waist while still fighting with each other still.
The frightening thing was that they all felt exactly the same. A touch she knew all too well.
The only difference was that the shiver running down her spine had been tripled.
Apparently it wasn't just the voices that were identical. They were grabby in exactly the same way too. To such an extent that they genuinely felt like the same person.
Well. Breaking any Tang Bo's heart was simply not an available option.
Of course not because she was greedy, no, nah uh (that's a lie).
Before she could begin questioning her life choices, or whether it was physically and mentally possible to take three insane men at once and emerge without permanent injury... she secretly licked her lips, not very secretly to be honest.
The answer was obvious.
No, she absolutely cannot. 𝘙𝘶𝘯! 𝘙𝘶𝘯 𝘪𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘺!
But since when have she ever listened to logic?She's got reputation to maintain y'know.
He'd been watching you. Undercover, of course. Who did you think he was?
Tang Bo was nothing if not subtle, a master of his practice, the best of the best—
"Sir?" A meek voice called out, making him blink. He looked down to see an anxious middle aged man. "What are you doing on the roof of my shop?"
"Ah." Perhaps not as subtle as he thought. He scratched the back of his head. "Your shop offers the best vantage point."
"I-I see," a drop of sweat rolled down the man's forehead.
Oh. He was being a bother, wasn't he? Well, that wouldn't do.
Bo reached into his pocket and pulled out a small satch of coins. He tossed it carelessly to the man. "Here, compensation for your troubles."
It hit the man in the face. "Oy!" He grunted, scowling in irritation. Then he opened it, and his eyes bulged at the contents. "T-thank you sir! Spend all the time you like up there!"
"Sure," Bo waved him off, fixated on something else entirely.
That something else being you, of course.
God, he could watch you all day. You were just so adorable.
Creep, a voice that sounded suspiciously like his Hyung-nim rang out in his mind. He scowled.
What did that old grouch know anyway?
What did you call me, brat?!
Bo shoved the raging image of his Hyung-nim to the back of his mind, ignoring the string of expletives. Right, he had a mission.
Today was the day he was finally going to make a move.
The stage? Set. His outfit? Immaculate. His lines? Rehearsed about a million times in the mirror. All that was left was to set his plan into motion.
Bo narrowed his eyes, watching as you laughed brightly with a street vendor. You were wearing that cute little ribbon in your hair again, his favorite one. The vendor grinned at you, leaning closer.
"Oy," he frowned, hackles rising. That was way too close. Didn't that guy have any concept of personal space?
Bo grabbed a piece of debris from the roof, before launching it hard at the offender with a sharp flick of his wrist. It smacked into the man's arm, making him yelp and flinch back. He looked around warily, making Bo smirk.
Well, served him right.
You, bless your soul, were just as alarmed as the vendor, wide eyed and frantic with concern. If only you would look at him that way instead.
Bo sighed, closing his eyes. A man could dream, but now was not the time to fantasize. Much was at stake here.
Soon, you would be leaving to travel on your usual route back home, a winding twenty minute walk through the village. Bo would intercept you strategically, charm your socks off, and take you home. Hopefully.
After way too much attention spent on the damned vendor (Bo was going to scare him out of Sichuan if his eyes lingered for just one second longer—), you were finally on your way, wicker basket full of fresh fruit in your hand and adorable smile on your face.
Bo grinned, tilting his straw hat lower over his eyes as he leaned over the edge of the roof. That was his queue.
He soundlessly leapt off of the roof, landing in a dark, subtle corner out of view. From this close, he could faintly hear you humming a cheery tune under your breath. He had to suppress an amused smile.
Bo crouched in the shadows, counting down the seconds. The carriage across from you should be coming through in 3...2...1...
He walked out, directly in its path, making the coachman yell in shock. Bo 'stumbled' back, gasping in shock as the horses reared back in alarm. Of course, they could never trample him if they tried. He'd calculated the exact distance he had to fall to make it look realistic but still be within relative safety. That, and he could roll out of the way faster than the coachman could blink.
"H-Hey! What do you think you're doing?" The coachman shouted furiously. "You can't just walk in front of a moving carriage like that! Are you out of your mind?!"
"Aha..." Bo chuckled, scratching at his chin. "My mistake. I wasn't looking where I was going."
The coachman muttered something nasty under his breath, making Bo twitch. If he wasn't in disguise right now, that stupid brat would be trembling in his boots—guaranteed.
"Hey!" A sweet voice graced his ears, making all of his ire evaporate like water. He blinked up at your concerned face and outstretched hand. "Are you okay, sir?"
Oh. Now he was, thanks. In fact, he could sit here on the dusty road and stare at you all day and be more than fine. The way the sun was hitting your hair right now was making you look like a dream.
It was only when he noticed your eyebrows begin to crinkle that he realized he had yet to respond. Right.
He smiled sheepishly, taking your hand and letting you pull him up. "Yeah, sorry! I guess I wasn't paying enough attention."
Somewhere in the back of his mind, he heard a loud, undignified snort. He slapped an imaginary hand over his Hyung-nim's mouth, ignoring the string of muffled expletives.
You tilted your head, smiling gently. "That's okay, there's always a lot going on here. Be careful next time though."
Bo looked away, rubbing the back of his neck. "I'm actually new here, so I'm a little unfamiliar with my surroundings." Lie. "Of course it's fine if you don't, but I was wondering if you knew someone who could show me around?”
He looked down and fiddled with his robes for extra pathetic effect. God, he was good at this. He knew you were too nice to say no, or pass the responsibility onto someone else.
You slimy little leec—mmph!
A warm hand landed on his arm, making his breath hitch. He looked up to see your blinding grin, eyes warm and crinkled at the edges. His heart stuttered a little.
"What a question! Of course I know someone," you chuckled, shooting him a sly wink. "She's standing right here. Come on, follow me."
Bo trailed after you, a little dazed. He was feeling a bit fuzzy. Was this normal? Did he need to see a healer?
You are a healer, idiot.
Right.
Well, if he died, at least he would die happy. You had touched him. Twice.
Holy shit, this is pathetic.
Shut up, let me have this moment.
He followed after you enthusiastically, listening intently as you gave him a tour of all the places he already knew. In a way, it was like he was discovering them all over again through your eyes. Sometimes, you would even grab his wrist to pull him along. He swore he saw heaven for those few precious moments.
Every so often though, someone would recognize him through his disguise. However, a quick and well-timed glare always shut them up. He wasn't known for his patience, after all. Thankfully, you never seemed to notice, chatting away excitedly and bringing a genuine smile back to his face.
"This is the best florist in town," you told him eagerly, holding up an artfully arranged bouquet for him to smell. "Oh, and just down the street they sell the most wonderful foreign delicacies! The merchants come by every week—"
Tang Bo nodded along, eyes half-lidded and a stupid grin on his lips as he listened to you ramble. You were simply radiant, lighting up in excitement when you delved into something you were passionate about.
If only he could have stayed with you like this forever. But alas, all good things must regretfully come to an end.
"Sorry, I think I dragged you all over the place when you just asked for a quick tour," you scratched the back of your head, slightly embarrassed.
Bo had to bite the inside of his cheek to keep himself from grabbing you, tucking you into his robes and never letting you go. He needed you to think that he was kind and dignified, not some crazy psycho.
You are a crazy psycho.
His eye twitched.
"No, no," he cleared his throat, smiling reassuringly. "I learned so much today thanks to you. In fact, I haven't had that much fun in a long time."
His heart melted at the bashful look on your face. Awee.
It was true though, he did have the time of his life today. It was way better than he could've ever imagined. And he'd...ahem, imagined a lot.
Pervert.
"I want to repay you for all that you've done for me today," he bowed his head, trying to hide the flush on his cheeks. "Let me know if there's anything I can do."
Your eyes widened, hands gesturing wildly. "Oh no, please! It was my pleasure. I actually had a great time too." You coughed, looking down with a small smile.
"Alright," Bo chuckled gently. This was it. He was really going to do it this time. "Then at least let me walk you back."
His heart thudded anxiously in his chest as he waited for your response. You blinked, looking up at him in surprise. Then, the most magnificent grin spread across your face.
"You know what? I would love that."
She said yes? She said yes!! Hell yeah!
Bo beamed brightly, trying not to show how much he was screaming internally as he offered you his arm. "Lead the way?"
"Of course," you winked, and the screaming kicked up two notches.
Bo floated next to you, barely harnessing enough self restraint to keep a serene expression on his face. Giddiness bubbled in his chest, threatening to explode at any moment. If someone had asked him afterwards to describe the scenery of the walk, he wouldn’t be able to say shit. What he could do was name about fifty different adjectives to describe your eyes. Honestly, he couldn’t stop staring at you if he tried. He was a fool for you—and you didn’t even know it.
“We should do this again sometime,” you grinned, turning to him once you arrived at your front door.
“What? Don’t tell me there’s more you haven’t shown me?” Bo smirked playfully, raising a brow. “And here I thought you were a diligent tour guide.”
“Well yes, there’s a lot to see in Sichuan,” you giggled, eyes flickering up to catch his. “But I meant that we should see each other again. Soon.”
Bo blinked, feeling a lump settle in his throat. He swallowed heavily, feeling his heart start to race. “Uh, yeah. Totally. Would love that.”
Ugh. Smooth, real smooth.
“But it’s strange,” you tapped your chin, making his stomach drop. Did he fuck up somehow? “I feel like I’ve seen you before.”
Oh. Oh shit.
“A-Ah,” Bo smiled politely, sweat beading at his temples. “Is that so? I can’t say the same.”
“Really?” Something glinted in your eyes. Uh oh, that probably wasn’t good. You couldn’t possibly have figured him out, could you?
“Positive,” he squeaked.
“You know, somehow I find that a little hard to believe,” a smile pulled at your lips, and you leaned closer into his space. His breath hitched as you gently pushed up his straw hat with two fingers, exposing his green eyes. “Because I heard you’re the sharpest of your clan. Isn’t that right, Master Tang?”
He gulped. “I-I can explain.”
A million different apologies began to run through his mind. He couldn’t lose his chance with you before he even managed to ask you out.
“No,” you shook your head, making his face drop. Ah. So this was it, then? He always found a way to—
Peck.
Bo’s eyes widened, mouth hanging open as he processed the fleeting, soft warmth against his cheek. His eyes swiveled down to you, making you chuckle.
“I already know,” you said gently, squeezing his hand. “And my answer is yes.”
And then you turned around, opened your door, and left him standing on your front porch in the most jumbled mix of emotions he’d ever felt.
Huh…you really managed to pull something off, brat.
But Bo was already long gone, spirit floating up to heaven as his body short circuited. Steam poured from his ears as he twitched.
Hey, hey! Don’t you dare pass out on me! Tang Bo-ya!
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Some extras:
You and Bo had never officially met before this
This hopeless idiot fell in love just by watching you around Sichuan (｡•̀ᴗ-)✧
You’re always smiling and so kind to others that he couldn’t help himself
At first it wasn’t planned, but then he started to alter his plans to walk by the places he knew you would be
Of course you recognize him, he’s practically a legend in Sichuan ( ◡‿◡ ;)
But you never approached him before because he never did either ╮( ˘ ､ ˘ )╭
He’s in disguise here cuz he doesn’t wanna scare you with his reputation or the Tang name
Pined so hard and for so long that Cheong Myeong stopped drinking with him for a bit because he was unbearable
He couldn’t stop gushing about you, and when he wasn’t, he just sighed in longing every few minutes
Will be definitely be smiling like an idiot all day after this (♡˙︶˙♡)
*blows party streamer and screams while wearing sarotati merch* WE LOVE YOU SAROTATI!!!
I literally freaked out when I found out the requests opened. It was such a pleasant surprise since I thought it would take another week.
Okokok so my very first request out of all of them is...Yun jung x reader! Please...I have yet to see a fanfic about him haha...*sob*
I don't even care about specifics atp, all im asking for is just one scenario with him.
I mean if you can do specifics that'd be great but if you wanna choose your own thing thats okay too, just please do a yun jung x reader...that guy is so underrated and I love him.
scene: one day yun jong receives an anonnymous love letter, and not just any love letter, its comically long. Talking about how great and smart he is. It was readers love letter but she gave it to a dear sahyung to deliver it in her stead. (Insert massive misunderstanding that quickly gets cleared up because Reader can't help but act like a massive fan of yun jong whenever she's around him) anyways, reader only acts that way with him, bringing him cool drinks when its a blistering hot day...offering a massage after a particularily hard training session...
Who Cares About What Most People Think?
Summary: Yoon Jong found a dairy that belongs to who seems to be someone obsessed over him.
WC: 2K
Trigger Warning(s): Unrequited crush (temporarily assumed), secret admirer (not really a secret), dairy reading, privacy violation (accidental ig), second hand embarrassment, mutual pining (implied ig), they are dense, misunderstanding, fluff, comedy, awkward feeling, yj having a crisis, author interfering as a cosmic force to beat yj (metaphorically).
Note: no spoilers.
A/N: I hope I didn't make him ooc cuz I've never wrote this man before TT also I hope this won't be boring for ppl who love yj because i don't love him 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘺 but ig it will be fine cuz the ch with lsb was fine even though i didn't like him 𝘵𝘢𝘩𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘺 too heh...
Also you said it's okay to make some changes on the idea and I took that invitation ☆(ゝω·)v I felt like giving yj love letters is so shojo high school anime girl coded and God I couldn't think straight imagining that as anything else but crack TT so I did the yk when we read some books that contain letters people have sent? I thought of smth similar and that it would be more natural (?) Idk but that's what i managed to write lol...
Anyway, please enjoy ts deprivedofyjfics ppl.
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The sound of snapping twigs and footsteps crushing grass was the only thing out of place amid the quiet noise of the nighttime forest. Even the faint, pleasant breeze wasn't strong enough to make the thin twigs sway and rustle.
At a steady pace, the footsteps moved forward. To most people, they would have sounded entirely ordinary. But anyone with keen senses could easily tell that their owner was a disciplined martial artist.
Yoon Jong stopped in his tracks when something caught his attention.
Amid the dark green grass, faintly illuminated by strips of moonlight filtering through the dense canopy above, something with an unnatural color lay on the ground.
Curious, Yoon Jong approached after a moment and picked up what turned out to be a small book of pale yellow color.
He looked around twice. There was no one nearby, nor could he sense anyone even farther away.
His gaze returned to the notebook. Nothing was written on the cover that might indicate what it was.
'Could it be some kind of accounting book?'
The thought was horrifying if that were the case. If this really was an accounting book, then Hyun Young would be furious to discover that something related to Mount Hua's precious finances had been treated with such carelessness.
Driven by curiosity and without much thought, Yoon Jong opened the book on a completely random page.
[I really, really love Yoon Jong Sahyung!]
Yoon Jong closed the book before what he had just read could fully register in his mind.
After a moment of silence, he opened it again.
Then closed it.
Then opened it.
Like a man repeatedly opening and closing an empty pantry door, hoping food would magically appear out of nowhere.
In a rare—not actually rare—expression usually seen only when Chung Myung did something insane, Yoon Jong's eyes widened dramatically.
He stared at the same words over and over as though he wasn't entirely sure he understood what was written.
Not really.
He raised his head and let out a quiet laugh.
Perhaps he had finally gone insane from all the blows his head had taken over the years.
Yes.
That was the only logical explanation.
Yoon Jong stared at the book in alarm.
'Is this some kind of prank?'
He looked around, half-expecting someone to jump out from behind a tree and announce that he was on a hidden-camera show or something.
Nothing happened.
Which left him with very few possibilities.
Yoon Jong looked down at the book in his hand.
Or rather...
A diary?
Could he even call it that?
Reading someone's private thoughts was a terrible thing to do.
But could it still be called none of his business if it involved him?
Yoon Jong opened the diary again, landing on another completely random page.
He read slowly, like a man trying to cross a minefield without losing any limbs.
[Ancestors above! It's hard living among disgusting men who constantly smell like sweat...]
"Aigoo, everyone sweats after that hellish training without exception..."
Yoon Jong muttered with a frown, sounding almost personally offended by the written complaint. Though it was true that some disciples stink more than others...
Yet his expression soon shifted into confusion as he read the next lines.
[Hmm, that's why Yoon Jong Sahyung is my favorite. Seriously, how can someone smell like soap most of the time without even seeming to try? Even I have to put in effort after all the training we go through!]
Yoon Jong blinked.
Then stared silently for a moment.
A faint shiver ran down his spine.
"Hey! Are you sniffing me now!?"
The diary seemed to be laughing maliciously at him.
The last thing Yoon Jong had expected to discover was that he apparently had a secret admirer, or whatever this was.
He quickly flipped through random pages.
It would not have been an exaggeration to say that his name appeared at least twice on every page.
The compliments varied greatly.
He had been described as handsome nearly twenty times within only a few pages.
Yoon Jong prayed that the owner of this diary wasn't someone he didn't know.
Or someone he did know.
Actually, he wished the diary had never existed at all. Or that he could pretend he had never seen it, put it back where he found it, and continue on his way.
But the thought of someone else finding it and reading it gave him a stomachache.
The problem was that he couldn't think of anyone who would write this.
Yu Iseol?
Impossible.
Tang Soso?
Don't even think about it.
There were three other women among the Baek Generation, but Yoon Jong couldn't remember interacting with any of them much at all.
So he couldn't imagine any of them writing something like this. Actually, from the way this is written, calling him "Sahyung" it's definitely a Sajae of his.
Oh.
Right...
There was also her.
Yoon Jong considered the possibility for a moment.
She was incredibly sweet to him.
In fact, she was probably the sweetest person he had ever met. But wasn't she like that with everyone?
If someone was naturally kind, it was difficult to claim that it meant anything at all.
Yoon Jong let out a helpless chuckle at the mere thought of the possibilities. As if it was absurd.
Yet the faint color blooming across his cheeks betrayed his true feelings.
He would be lying if he said that the idea of her being the writer of this didn't make this entire situation a little easier to accept.
Yoon Jong cleared his throat awkwardly.
Get a grip, man.
What were the odds that a girl like her would have feelings for him?
He wasn't about to embarrass himself by raising his expectations only to end up looking like a delusional fool.
Stuffing the diary into his robes, Yoon Jong hurried back toward the white plum blossom residence.
Something more serious than training awaited him tonight.
Training could survive one night, well, maybe.
He tossed his shoes aside, unusually carelessly for a man as orderly as himself.
Sitting against his pillow, he opened the diary that was directed at him...but not really.
Curiosity gnawed at him as he turned the pages and continued reading.
And yes.
More than once, he cringed from embarrassment while reading what had been written about him.
Because it was so exaggerated. For God's sake!
Seriously, was the writer looking at him through the same eyes as everyone else? Why did all of this sound so absurdly idealized?
Yoon Jong paused at a particular entry and reread it several times.
[My Sahyungs were surprised today when I said that Yoon Jong Sahyung's blossoms were my favorite.]
Blossoms?
Were they talking about plum blossoms? The ones created through sword techniques and qi?
Yoon Jong frowned slightly.
No matter how biased someone was, his sword blossoms were obviously the least distinctive among the others'.
Particularly among the Five Swords.
Even he had long since accepted that fact.
[Everyone kept talking about Baek Cheon Sasuk's and Yu Sago's blossoms. Even Chung Myung's! Honestly... I understand their point of view. Their blossoms are beautiful and very unique.]
Yoon Jong quietly exhaled through his nose, and some of the confusion faded from his face.
Finally.
Something reasonable—
[But every time I get the chance to see Yoon Jong Sahyung's blossoms, I'm reminded of how much ease they make me feel. I don't know why, but they seem more peaceful to me than anyone else's.]
"..."
[If a person's sword techniques are a reflection of their soul, then doesn't Yoon Jong Sahyung have a soul that's comforting to stay beside? I'm not going to pretend I don't like what I like just to agree with others.]
Yoon Jong's lips trembled slightly.
For a moment, it looked as though he were about to say something.
Something like, "What kind of nonsense is this?"
But for some reason, he couldn't.
To continuously deny someone's appreciation makes you more than worthy of contempt.
If these words truly reflected someone's sincere feelings, then Yoon Jong had no right to doubt them simply because he didn't understand them or couldn't return them.
Clearing his throat into his fist, Yoon Jong looked away. Shyness and flattery alike seeped into his cheeks.
His chest felt strangely warm as he slowly accepted the perspective written before him.
—
"Yoon Jong Sahyung! You look exhausted from training again today! Would you like some cold water?"
She approached with a smile bright enough to practically glow.
Yoon Jong looked tiredly at the girl whose smile nearly stretched from ear to ear.
"Ah... I'd appreciate it..."
He accepted the water jug she offered, with his own hands trembling.
Today's training had been brutal.
He had gotten beaten worse than even Baek Cheon. Imagine that.
All because he had been distracted today.
Which was highly unusual for him.
'I mean, who could concentrate after reading all that?'
He could barely interact with anyone.
Every time he spoke to someone, a voice in the darkest corner of his mind whispered:
"What if this person wrote the diary?"
Then his stomach twisted, his blood pressure dropped, and he felt an overwhelming urge to retreat several zhangs backward.
His feet practically itched to run.
'No! Stop it, brain! There's no way it's any of these people!'
That was what he always thought.
If Yoon Jong hoped the writer was anyone...
Then, delusional as it was to admit, he couldn't help hoping it was her.
The girl with the gentle expression glanced toward the men sprawled all over the training grounds.
"By the way, has anyone seen a diary somewhere?"
Yoon Jong nearly choked as cold water accidentally went down the wrong pipe.
From the distance, Jo Gul slowly approached and patted him on the back.
Having barely survived, Yoon Jong stared at the girl with wide eyes.
She hadn't even noticed what happened to him.
Instead, she was receiving a series of negative responses that caused her shoulders to slump.
One disciple asked:
"What does it look like?"
"It's a small book with quite a many pages. Pale yellow too. Nothing particularly distinctive about it."
Yoon Jong barely managed to stop his jaw from falling.
Unfortunately, he couldn't stop the words from escaping his mouth.
"Is it yours?"
She looked at him with a slightly tense expression.
Then she looked away and nudged a pebble with her foot.
He could clearly see the faint blush creeping onto her cheeks.
A blush he had either never noticed before or never considered significant.
"It belongs to someone I know."
'Hey!! That's the most obvious lie I've ever heard!'
Yoon Jong trembled where he stood. But this time, it wasn't because of the hellish training.
It was because of the devastating realization that this girl...
Yoon Jong looked around nervously, trying to compose himself.
Then he flinched and stepped back upon receiving the deeply unimpressed stares of everyone else.
Wait, wait!
What was that supposed to mean!?
Yu Iseol Sago?!
Yoon Jong turned to his right when Jo Gul patted his shoulder. The gesture might have seemed comforting if not for the blank smile on his face. As if he were saying "What exactly do you even use those eyes for, Sahyung?"
Yoon Jong collapsed to his knees under the crushing weight of shame and the piercing stares directed at him.
Like he was a man throwing away perfectly good food while others outside struggled to earn a single meal.
'No, how was I supposed to know!?'
And then, as if some cosmic force took it as a mission, evidence began raining down upon the already exhausted man.
“Sahyung! You're amazing!„
“Sahyung, you look exhausted. Want me to massage your shoulders?„
“Sahyung is good at everything! How lucky will the one be!„
“Sahyung, do you want more meat on your plate?„
“Sahyung! Can we train together?„
'Okay, okay! I get it!'
A dark aura surrounded Yoon Jong as regret consumed him, along with the mocking and exasperated looks from his sasuks and sajaes.
If someone always acted a certain way whenever you were around, you'd naturally assume that was simply their personality.
How were he supposed to know how she behaved when he wasn't around?
Unfortunately, nobody cared about that reasonable fact.
Yoon Jong endured relentless criticism without any ability to defend himself.
In the distance, Chung Myung snickered while drinking his post-training alcohol, staring at his sahyung's back and muttering something about "idiot kids these days, tsk tsk."
Oh and I almost forgot,, I'm so sorry this took like.. a decade haha 😔 my finals are ending soon and I'll be free to write for y'all (probably) also sorry to those who have sent requests a long while ago and haven't gotten anything back, reqs have piled up (i got like 28 messages in my inbox)
Not complaining or anything at all! I just hope you guys don't think i won't answer your asks (because i will!) there isn't (till now) one that I deleted or decided to ignore, just be patient w me 🙏🏻
Also BIG BIGG LOVE TO ANON WITH THE REQUEST ABOVE! I know how frustrating it is not to find content abt a character you like 😭 or also having read everything and needing more.
AH AND I LOVE YOU TOO JSKSBSKSKSB PLZ HAVE A GOOD DAY (or night!)
*blows party streamer and screams while wearing sarotati merch* WE LOVE YOU SAROTATI!!!
I literally freaked out when I found out the requests opened. It was such a pleasant surprise since I thought it would take another week.
Okokok so my very first request out of all of them is...Yun jung x reader! Please...I have yet to see a fanfic about him haha...*sob*
I don't even care about specifics atp, all im asking for is just one scenario with him.
I mean if you can do specifics that'd be great but if you wanna choose your own thing thats okay too, just please do a yun jung x reader...that guy is so underrated and I love him.
scene: one day yun jong receives an anonnymous love letter, and not just any love letter, its comically long. Talking about how great and smart he is. It was readers love letter but she gave it to a dear sahyung to deliver it in her stead. (Insert massive misunderstanding that quickly gets cleared up because Reader can't help but act like a massive fan of yun jong whenever she's around him) anyways, reader only acts that way with him, bringing him cool drinks when its a blistering hot day...offering a massage after a particularily hard training session...
Who Cares About What Most People Think?
Summary: Yoon Jong found a diary that belongs to who seems to be someone obsessed over him.
WC: 2K
Trigger Warning(s): Unrequited crush (temporarily assumed), secret admirer (not really a secret), dairy reading, privacy violation (accidental ig), second hand embarrassment, mutual pining (implied ig), they are dense, misunderstanding, fluff, comedy, awkward feeling, yj having a crisis, author interfering as a cosmic force to beat yj (metaphorically).
Note: no spoilers.
A/N: I hope I didn't make him ooc cuz I've never wrote this man before TT also I hope this won't be boring for ppl who love yj because i don't love him 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘺 but ig it will be fine cuz the ch with lsb was fine even though i didn't like him 𝘵𝘢𝘩𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘺 too heh...
Also you said it's okay to make some changes on the idea and I took that invitation ☆(ゝω·)v I felt like giving yj love letters is so shojo high school anime girl coded and God I couldn't think straight imagining that as anything else but crack TT so I did the yk when we read some books that contain letters people have sent? I thought of smth similar and that it would be more natural (?) Idk but that's what i managed to write lol...
Anyway, please enjoy ts deprivedofyjfics ppl.
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The sound of snapping twigs and footsteps crushing grass was the only thing out of place amid the quiet noise of the nighttime forest. Even the faint, pleasant breeze wasn't strong enough to make the thin twigs sway and rustle.
At a steady pace, the footsteps moved forward. To most people, they would have sounded entirely ordinary. But anyone with keen senses could easily tell that their owner was a disciplined martial artist.
Yoon Jong stopped in his tracks when something caught his attention.
Amid the dark green grass, faintly illuminated by strips of moonlight filtering through the dense canopy above, something with an unnatural color lay on the ground.
Curious, Yoon Jong approached after a moment and picked up what turned out to be a small book of pale yellow color.
He looked around twice. There was no one nearby, nor could he sense anyone even farther away.
His gaze returned to the notebook. Nothing was written on the cover that might indicate what it was.
'Could it be some kind of accounting book?'
The thought was horrifying if that were the case. If this really was an accounting book, then Hyun Young would be furious to discover that something related to Mount Hua's precious finances had been treated with such carelessness.
Driven by curiosity and without much thought, Yoon Jong opened the book on a completely random page.
[I really, really love Yoon Jong Sahyung!]
Yoon Jong closed the book before what he had just read could fully register in his mind.
After a moment of silence, he opened it again.
Then closed it.
Then opened it.
Like a man repeatedly opening and closing an empty pantry door, hoping food would magically appear out of nowhere.
In a rare—not actually rare—expression usually seen only when Chung Myung did something insane, Yoon Jong's eyes widened dramatically.
He stared at the same words over and over as though he wasn't entirely sure he understood what was written.
Not really.
He raised his head and let out a quiet laugh.
Perhaps he had finally gone insane from all the blows his head had taken over the years.
Yes.
That was the only logical explanation.
Yoon Jong stared at the book in alarm.
'Is this some kind of prank?'
He looked around, half-expecting someone to jump out from behind a tree and announce that he was on a hidden-camera show or something.
Nothing happened.
Which left him with very few possibilities.
Yoon Jong looked down at the book in his hand.
Or rather...
A diary?
Could he even call it that?
Reading someone's private thoughts was a terrible thing to do.
But could it still be called none of his business if it involved him?
Yoon Jong opened the diary again, landing on another completely random page.
He read slowly, like a man trying to cross a minefield without losing any limbs.
[Ancestors above! It's hard living among disgusting men who constantly smell like sweat...]
"Aigoo, everyone sweats after that hellish training without exception..."
Yoon Jong muttered with a frown, sounding almost personally offended by the written complaint. Though it was true that some disciples stink more than others...
Yet his expression soon shifted into confusion as he read the next lines.
[Hmm, that's why Yoon Jong Sahyung is my favorite. Seriously, how can someone smell like soap most of the time without even seeming to try? Even I have to put in effort after all the training we go through!]
Yoon Jong blinked.
Then stared silently for a moment.
A faint shiver ran down his spine.
"Hey! Are you sniffing me now!?"
The diary seemed to be laughing maliciously at him.
The last thing Yoon Jong had expected to discover was that he apparently had a secret admirer, or whatever this was.
He quickly flipped through random pages.
It would not have been an exaggeration to say that his name appeared at least twice on every page.
The compliments varied greatly.
He had been described as handsome nearly twenty times within only a few pages.
Yoon Jong prayed that the owner of this diary wasn't someone he didn't know.
Or someone he did know.
Actually, he wished the diary had never existed at all. Or that he could pretend he had never seen it, put it back where he found it, and continue on his way.
But the thought of someone else finding it and reading it gave him a stomachache.
The problem was that he couldn't think of anyone who would write this.
Yu Iseol?
Impossible.
Tang Soso?
Don't even think about it.
There were three other women among the Baek Generation, but Yoon Jong couldn't remember interacting with any of them much at all.
So he couldn't imagine any of them writing something like this. Actually, from the way this is written, calling him "Sahyung" it's definitely a Sajae of his.
Oh.
Right...
There was also her.
Yoon Jong considered the possibility for a moment.
She was incredibly sweet to him.
In fact, she was probably the sweetest person he had ever met. But wasn't she like that with everyone?
If someone was naturally kind, it was difficult to claim that it meant anything at all.
Yoon Jong let out a helpless chuckle at the mere thought of the possibilities. As if it was absurd.
Yet the faint color blooming across his cheeks betrayed his true feelings.
He would be lying if he said that the idea of her being the writer of this didn't make this entire situation a little easier to accept.
Yoon Jong cleared his throat awkwardly.
Get a grip, man.
What were the odds that a girl like her would have feelings for him?
He wasn't about to embarrass himself by raising his expectations only to end up looking like a delusional fool.
Stuffing the diary into his robes, Yoon Jong hurried back toward the white plum blossom residence.
Something more serious than training awaited him tonight.
Training could survive one night, well, maybe.
He tossed his shoes aside, unusually carelessly for a man as orderly as himself.
Sitting against his pillow, he opened the diary that was directed at him...but not really.
Curiosity gnawed at him as he turned the pages and continued reading.
And yes.
More than once, he cringed from embarrassment while reading what had been written about him.
Because it was so exaggerated. For God's sake!
Seriously, was the writer looking at him through the same eyes as everyone else? Why did all of this sound so absurdly idealized?
Yoon Jong paused at a particular entry and reread it several times.
[My Sahyungs were surprised today when I said that Yoon Jong Sahyung's blossoms were my favorite.]
Blossoms?
Were they talking about plum blossoms? The ones created through sword techniques and qi?
Yoon Jong frowned slightly.
No matter how biased someone was, his sword blossoms were obviously the least distinctive among the others'.
Particularly among the Five Swords.
Even he had long since accepted that fact.
[Everyone kept talking about Baek Cheon Sasuk's and Yu Sago's blossoms. Even Chung Myung's! Honestly... I understand their point of view. Their blossoms are beautiful and very unique.]
Yoon Jong quietly exhaled through his nose, and some of the confusion faded from his face.
Finally.
Something reasonable—
[But every time I get the chance to see Yoon Jong Sahyung's blossoms, I'm reminded of how much ease they make me feel. I don't know why, but they seem more peaceful to me than anyone else's.]
"..."
[If a person's sword techniques are a reflection of their soul, then doesn't Yoon Jong Sahyung have a soul that's comforting to stay beside? I'm not going to pretend I don't like what I like just to agree with others.]
Yoon Jong's lips trembled slightly.
For a moment, it looked as though he were about to say something.
Something like, "What kind of nonsense is this?"
But for some reason, he couldn't.
To continuously deny someone's appreciation makes you more than worthy of contempt.
If these words truly reflected someone's sincere feelings, then Yoon Jong had no right to doubt them simply because he didn't understand them or couldn't return them.
Clearing his throat into his fist, Yoon Jong looked away. Shyness and flattery alike seeped into his cheeks.
His chest felt strangely warm as he slowly accepted the perspective written before him.
—
"Yoon Jong Sahyung! You look exhausted from training again today! Would you like some cold water?"
She approached with a smile bright enough to practically glow.
Yoon Jong looked tiredly at the girl whose smile nearly stretched from ear to ear.
"Ah... I'd appreciate it..."
He accepted the water jug she offered, with his own hands trembling.
Today's training had been brutal.
He had gotten beaten worse than even Baek Cheon. Imagine that.
All because he had been distracted today.
Which was highly unusual for him.
'I mean, who could concentrate after reading all that?'
He could barely interact with anyone.
Every time he spoke to someone, a voice in the darkest corner of his mind whispered:
"What if this person wrote the diary?"
Then his stomach twisted, his blood pressure dropped, and he felt an overwhelming urge to retreat several zhangs backward.
His feet practically itched to run.
'No! Stop it, brain! There's no way it's any of these people!'
That was what he always thought.
If Yoon Jong hoped the writer was anyone...
Then, delusional as it was to admit, he couldn't help hoping it was her.
The girl with the gentle expression glanced toward the men sprawled all over the training grounds.
"By the way, has anyone seen a diary somewhere?"
Yoon Jong nearly choked as cold water accidentally went down the wrong pipe.
From the distance, Jo Gul slowly approached and patted him on the back.
Having barely survived, Yoon Jong stared at the girl with wide eyes.
She hadn't even noticed what happened to him.
Instead, she was receiving a series of negative responses that caused her shoulders to slump.
One disciple asked:
"What does it look like?"
"It's a small book with quite a many pages. Pale yellow too. Nothing particularly distinctive about it."
Yoon Jong barely managed to stop his jaw from falling.
Unfortunately, he couldn't stop the words from escaping his mouth.
"Is it yours?"
She looked at him with a slightly tense expression.
Then she looked away and nudged a pebble with her foot.
He could clearly see the faint blush creeping onto her cheeks.
A blush he had either never noticed before or never considered significant.
"It belongs to someone I know."
'Hey!! That's the most obvious lie I've ever heard!'
Yoon Jong trembled where he stood. But this time, it wasn't because of the hellish training.
It was because of the devastating realization that this girl...
Yoon Jong looked around nervously, trying to compose himself.
Then he flinched and stepped back upon receiving the deeply unimpressed stares of everyone else.
Wait, wait!
What was that supposed to mean!?
Yu Iseol Sago?!
Yoon Jong turned to his right when Jo Gul patted his shoulder. The gesture might have seemed comforting if not for the blank smile on his face. As if he were saying "What exactly do you even use those eyes for, Sahyung?"
Yoon Jong collapsed to his knees under the crushing weight of shame and the piercing stares directed at him.
Like he was a man throwing away perfectly good food while others outside struggled to earn a single meal.
'No, how was I supposed to know!?'
And then, as if some cosmic force took it as a mission, evidence began raining down upon the already exhausted man.
“Sahyung! You're amazing!„
“Sahyung, you look exhausted. Want me to massage your shoulders?„
“Sahyung is good at everything! How lucky will the one be!„
“Sahyung, do you want more meat on your plate?„
“Sahyung! Can we train together?„
'Okay, okay! I get it!'
A dark aura surrounded Yoon Jong as regret consumed him, along with the mocking and exasperated looks from his sasuks and sajaes.
If someone always acted a certain way whenever you were around, you'd naturally assume that was simply their personality.
How were he supposed to know how she behaved when he wasn't around?
Unfortunately, nobody cared about that reasonable fact.
Yoon Jong endured relentless criticism without any ability to defend himself.
In the distance, Chung Myung snickered while drinking his post-training alcohol, staring at his sahyung's back and muttering something about "idiot kids these days, tsk tsk."
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Here's a small gift (//∇//) I tried to draw nari as perfectly as possible, i suffered a bit with her hair.. but hope you like it!
As you see..I REALLY love Second-gen disciple uniform for girls it's so Gorgeous TT
Alsoo!! recently, i started to read can you hear? (I am here) I'm still at the beginning, and even now I thank you for every second you made me laugh
would you believe me if i say i had to sit up when i saw the art because I DID AND IT'S SO GORGEOUS HELPPP
tysmmmm for the gift I love it endless you got her hair so nice and pretty it's getting me kinda emotional o(╥﹏╥)o I'm also so glad that this fic made you laugh!!
Help I can't stop staring she just looks so beautiful つ﹏ɵ̷̥̥᷅
I know this might sound a little strange or even silly, but I'm confused about this point. If I remember correctly, nari is actually an older woman even though her appearance doesn't show it, so I want to know her real age exactly. Is she really in her 50s or 60s? If so, how could she have a child? As far as I know a woman's ability to have children decreases a lot or ends as she gets older Or is she actually closer to her late 40s rather than her 50s or 60s?
Don't worry you're not the first to ask that, anon ^^
Yes Nari is something around 50 (physically) her mental age is something around 70.
You know how they say that good cultivation makes one stop aging? So if the person lives in a 80 years old body (like cm), this body functions like 30 yo one, with all the traits of a 30 yo body such as fertility.
I mean it wouldn't make sense that cultivation could achieve something so magical like looking so young at the age of 50 is possible yet it wouldn't be able to maintain something like being fertile (which is in fact more realistic to happen)
Plus she didn't count on cultivation only, Nari used some poisons to stop her aging, and such a thing probably maintained her fertility.
So yeah she might have lived for 50 something years, but her body is not only younger looking but functions like an actual young one.
I hope this doesn’t sound rude! Beacause I’m genuinely curious!
as a mahwa reader only I thought Chung myung saw Tang Soso as the other disciple, like a kid or a granddaughter like the other disciples?
Does it eventually change in the novel? Do they get together or have some romantic interaction??
Don't worry dear Anon it wasn't rude at all!
And I'm sorry if you want these two together, but the work is a zero romance. They see each other as companions and friends only. But there isn't romantic feelings between them.
I'm not fully caught up to the novel (I'm around 1600 currently) but I've been spoiled a lot (sigh...) so you can trust me to some extent. Not only these two but there's also no romantic relationships between any other characters (which i like tbh). But dw i mean that's what shipping is there for (right?) you can ship them if you want to (i kinda do too) use use your imaginationnnnnn
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I hope you're doing well! I absolutely loved the latest chapter, thank you for the amazing work!
So not to make this so long I was going through my textbooks and found this
I don't exactly remember when I made this doodle but it's supposed to be reader right after she transmigrated into rotbb world. So I thought you might wanna see it(?) She's so pretty (geol doesn't know shit how dare he call her ugly) and smart! I adore her sm ˃͈◡˂͈ and so excited for future updates. No pressure tho~ take your time <3
Halluuu!!
WAAAWWW This is so pretty!! I have always loved your artstyle, and seeing you draw something for my fanfic makes me so happy! I'm so flattered!! Thank you for drawing this!!
I also drew something for u too :]
It's your oc from Nights!
I'm excited for what you have in store for the next chapter! Take care of yourself and remember to not rush peak.
Let's pretend that she just had the best sleep of her life instead of me forgetting to draw her eyebags haha...
When I saw your post with your art of her, I genuinely thought that she was pretty. That art was the reason why I started reading Nights hehe. I absolutely fell in love with her while reading your fic! She has this sort of aura that makes readers hang on to her every thought.
I completely forgot that Soso was this cool in the beginning, in the webcomic she's gasping and wheezing, but in the novel she was running and brewing tea
She's such a noble lady, i love her so much.
Something i noticed since my first read and find endlessly endearing is how she is really representing feminity in the novel.
Yu Iseol does not represent feminity. She's a woman alright, but that's it(?) It doesn't really impacts her because she doesn't identify with her genre but with her purpose ("don't think of me as a woman"), she's a soldier in that sense, androgynous! She has no closeness to neither men or women (the novel says that she has sagos) and doesn't care about how others percieve her. Once Cheongmyeong comes to the picture, even the ones that percieved her as "the prettiest girl" forget that because she acts openly crazy xD and is one of the strongest. Even at the times she encounters sexism (either hostile or condescendig), it doesn't matter differently that the clasism everyone from Hwasan encounters
But all of that matters to Soso!
Soso is the real and only girl representation because she deals with problems that no one else cares nor have no idea about in the novel like the marriage thing, the filial piety she owes to Tang Gunak, the use of her own personhood to honour her clan, the meaning of her appearance in politics and socializing, the fact that she recognizes Yu Iseol as some kind of love rival (social dynamics no one else knows), even in late chapters things like sexism from the Namgung or how people percieves her since she changed her appearance- she notices those things and responds to it.
Even when she is a really good fighter, her priority is her caring role as a physician (a little agressive, bur caring anyway). That's also why she's better that anyone at letting others protect her, she knows where her strengths excels and that the battle extends beyond the enemy's presence. She's not a soldier, she may be a fighter, but her identity goes beyond the sword, it includes the life she protects and saves, her community, her family (both the blood one and the choosen one)
Also she's a girls's girl, a daddy's girl and an older sister, she's so girly, i love her soooo. I like to think that Yu Iseol sees her and comes to like the fact that she's also a woman, that their friendship/relationship (either anyone takes them as a romantic ship or not) is different from the way they live with the boys because Soso teaches her to be affectionate physically, to care for her hair and that even if being a women doesn't make them stronger than men, it also doesn't make them less
(Also as a headcanon- i just love the idea of Soso being a full lesbian, even when she was pursuing Cheongmyeong, she was doing BUSINESS!! But she doesn't consider Cheongmyeong can be uninterested in women because she couldn't be uninterested either. She's like "women are more attractive than men, everyone thinks the same, amirite?" "no, Soso, some people actually like men" "ew why")
Idk dude i just love my girls, they're so precious, i remember being indignated in the webcomic when everyone was supposed to be there and Yu Iseol was behind some letters, stop, she's a ghost alright, let her fade in the background i guess, but you can't do that to Soso!
