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ᴛʜᴇ ᴀᴘᴘᴇᴀʀᴀɴᴄᴇ.

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ᴛʜᴇ ᴀᴘᴘᴇᴀʀᴀɴᴄᴇ.

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.☘︎ ݁˖༘⋆.☘︎ ݁˖.☘︎ ݁˖༘⋆.☘︎ ݁˖.☘︎ ݁˖༘⋆.☘︎ ݁˖.☘︎ ݁˖༘⋆.☘︎ ݁˖.☘︎ ݁˖༘⋆.☘︎ ݁˖.☘︎ ݁˖༘⋆.☘︎ ݁˖.☘︎ ݁˖༘⋆.☘︎ ݁˖

♣ faceclaim: cho yihyun

♣ height: 161 cm

♣ weight: 47 kg

♣ eye color: soft, light hazel, the sort that shift gently with the sun; warm amber near the pupils, fading into a misty green along the edges; gaze is clear and gentle, always carrying a quiet attentiveness that makes others feel seen

♣ hair: deep, ink-brown, almost black indoors, but touched with warm chestnut undertones beneath daylight; falls in loose waves when unbound, though she often styles it in the modest, graceful fashion expected of a lady-in-waiting: usually half-pinned with a simple ribbon or small ornament, allowing soft strands to frame her face, or twisted into a low, elegant bun, with a few wisps escaping

♣ body type: slim, mesomorph

♣ scars, tattoos & birthmarks: three healed burn marks—behind her right shoulder, left inner forearm, and lower back

♣ attire: light, muted hanbok tones that suit her softness: ivory, peach blossom, pale lilac, and soft moss green, often paired with a contrasting deeper jeogori ribbon; always neat, practical, and subtly feminine, the kind worn by someone who works diligently but still carries herself with innate grace; after marrying into house go, her attire became slightly more refined in fabric quality but never ostentatious

♣ scent: gentle, clean scent; a blend of: white tea, fresh linen, and the faintest trace of wild cosmos

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ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴᴀ.

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ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴᴀ.

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.☘︎ ݁˖༘⋆.☘︎ ݁˖.☘︎ ݁˖༘⋆.☘︎ ݁˖.☘︎ ݁˖༘⋆.☘︎ ݁˖.☘︎ ݁˖༘⋆.☘︎ ݁˖.☘︎ ݁˖༘⋆.☘︎ ݁˖.☘︎ ݁˖༘⋆.☘︎ ݁˖.☘︎ ݁˖༘⋆.☘︎ ݁˖

♣ mbti: infp-t the mediator

♣ zodiac: sagitarrius

♣ enneagram: 9w1 the negotiatior

♣ moral alignment: neutral good

♣ temperament: phlegmatic-melancholic

♣ positive traits: patient, kind, peaceful, compassionate, helpful

♣ negative traits: self-critical, self-doubting, dissmissing of own pain and emotions, repressed

♣ habits: soft humming, pausing to smell flowers even if she is in a hurry, waking early no matter how late she slept, overthinking every small mistake

♣ hobbies: playing instruments (gayageum, haegeum, daegeum, geomungo), gardening, flower tending, helping at charitable shelters

♣ likes: poetry, the sound of distant bamboo chimes, the feeling of plucking strings between her fingers, lord youngjae's handwriting

♣ dislikes: pity, judgment, raising her voice, people who belittle the lower class, standing idle, large fires

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.☘︎ ݁˖༘⋆.☘︎ ݁˖.☘︎ ݁˖༘⋆.☘︎ ݁˖.☘︎ ݁˖༘⋆.☘︎ ݁˖.☘︎ ݁˖༘⋆.☘︎ ݁˖.☘︎ ݁˖༘⋆.☘︎ ݁˖.☘︎ ݁˖༘⋆.☘︎ ݁˖.☘︎ ݁˖༘⋆.☘︎ ݁˖

▹ orientations: heteroromantic & heterosexual

▹ relationship status: married to go youngjae

▹ love languages:

acts of service & quality of time (giving)

words of affirmation & physical touch (receiving)

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ᴄᴏɴɴᴇᴄᴛɪᴏɴs.

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ᴄᴏɴɴᴇᴄᴛɪᴏɴs.

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❃ choi saemi 1 minute ago Reply

i won't be serving!!!

❃ kwon nabi 1 minute ago Reply

you always serve (c*nt)

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✿ ryu yeonhwa1:28:19 AMReply

it’s okay saemi didn’t listen

❀ kim seojun1:28:05 AMReply

min the biggest hypocrite when she talked to saemi abt avoiding yangban men

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✿ go youngjae5:17:17 AMReply

doing all the chores for you saemi, please don't even lift a finger ;A;

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❃ seo eun3:01:17 AMReply

Saemi is everyone's true endgame.

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❃ choi saeyoung11:09:56 PMReply

everyone thinking it's a bl it's actually saemi's brother vs saemi's whatever-youngjae-is-but-i-know-saeyoung-won't-like-it

saemi's there to look pretty

✿ go youngjae11:02:31 PMReply
https://i.imgur.com/g25v5Er.png

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ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴᴏɴ ᴏɴᴇ.

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ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴᴏɴ ᴏɴᴇ.

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.☘︎ ݁˖༘⋆.☘︎ ݁˖.☘︎ ݁˖༘⋆.☘︎ ݁˖.☘︎ ݁˖༘⋆.☘︎ ݁˖.☘︎ ݁˖༘⋆.☘︎ ݁˖.☘︎ ݁˖༘⋆.☘︎ ݁˖.☘︎ ݁˖༘⋆.☘︎ ݁˖.☘︎ ݁˖༘⋆.☘︎ ݁˖

amid the various threads of saemi's life, there lies a dark strand that she can never truly untangle. it stretches back to a fateful night when saemi was just a four-year-old, filled with the innocent whims of childhood. that night, the house of the nightingale was swallowed by an inferno, an uncontrolled blaze that threatened to extinguish the very lineage of the chois.

as the estate was reduced to cinders and ash, young saemi found herself caught in the middle. she was rescued, yes, but not without paying a heavy price. three cruel mementos were etched on her delicate skin: a gnarled patch behind her right shoulder, a distorted swirl on her left inner forearm, and a sinuous line across her lower back. these were not just burns; they were poignant reminders of a night where her life pivoted irreversibly.

time revealed a plot darker than the smoke of that tragic night. the fire wasn't an accident but a vile act orchestrated by a low-ranked family. their actual aim was the go family, a house renowned for its nobility and influence. the chois, because of their close ties to the gos, became collateral damage in this revenge plot against the gos, who had apparently wronged this low-ranked family.

years have passed, and yet, the specter of that night lingers. the memories, now dimmed, still flare up occasionally. saemi's trauma manifests as an innate fear of large fires. the vastness of campfires, with their wild flames leaping towards the heavens, triggers in her a primal dread. she imagines the flames reaching out to her, eager to leave new scars. this dread is so potent that she avoids such gatherings, choosing the solitude of her quarters over the warmth of company. however, time, the greatest healer, has also bestowed upon her a resilience. small flames, like those of a stove or candles, do not trigger the same intense fear. in fact, there is a certain therapeutic element to them. perhaps it is her way of reclaiming control, of telling herself that not all fire is destructive.

saemi is learning to live with her scars, both visible and invisible. and while the burns on her skin might never fade, she is determined to ensure that the fire in her spirit never goes out.

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✿ go youngjae10:35:23 PMReply

She's our voice of reason

❃ choi saeyoung10:35:06 PMReply

you're right

✿ ryu yeonhwa10:34:58 PMReply

makes so much sense for saemi to be the only one preventing these two from just sitting in a trash can all day

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✿ go youngjae 37 seconds ago Reply

❃ choi saemi 29 seconds ago Reply
wait guys i look so good as a matchmaker HAHA

You look better if you were mine

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♚ queen min [A] 5 minutes ago Reply

love you too, my sweet bun.

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ʜᴏᴜsᴇ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ɴɪɢʜᴛɪɴɢᴀʟᴇ.

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ʜᴏᴜsᴇ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ɴɪɢʜᴛɪɴɢᴀʟᴇ.

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hailing from ulsan, the choi family once belonged to the yangban class and was renowned for nurturing exceptional talents in the arts and etiquette scholars. for many generations, they were guided by governesses, etiquette instructors, and art tutors. the choi household was reminiscent of a nightingale's nest, filled with melodious voices of artistry and intellect. sadly, a devastating fire two decades ago stripped them of their possessions and status. reduced to the cheonmin class, they were kindly embraced by another yangban family, whom they continue to serve to this day.

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❝ ғʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀs

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❝ ғʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀsʜᴇs ᴀ ғɪʀᴇ sʜᴀʟʟ ʙᴇ ᴡᴏᴋᴇɴ, ᴀ ʟɪɢʜᴛ ғʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ sʜᴀᴅᴏᴡs sʜᴀʟʟ sᴘʀɪɴɢ; ʀᴇɴᴇᴡᴇᴅ sʜᴀʟʟ ʙᴇ ʙʟᴀᴅᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴡᴀs ʙʀᴏᴋᴇɴ, ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʀᴏᴡɴʟᴇss ᴀɢᴀɪɴ sʜᴀʟʟ ʙᴇ ᴋɪɴɢ. ❞

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.☘︎ ݁˖༘⋆.☘︎ ݁˖.☘︎ ݁˖༘⋆.☘︎ ݁˖.☘︎ ݁˖༘⋆.☘︎ ݁˖.☘︎ ݁˖༘⋆.☘︎ ݁˖.☘︎ ݁˖༘⋆.☘︎ ݁˖.☘︎ ݁˖༘⋆.☘︎ ݁˖.☘︎ ݁˖༘⋆.☘︎ ݁˖

♣ full name: go saemi (née choi)

♣ nickname(s): lady saemi, saem, little nightingale

♣ date of birth: december 8, 1844
♣ age: 26 (1870)

♣ gender: female

♣ pronouns: she/her

♣ rank: formerly cheonmin, yangban

♣ title: viscountess go & youngest daughter of house choi

former lady-in-waiting for go younghee (npc)

♣ occupation: mother

♣ birth order: third

♣ place of birth: ulsan, gyeongsang-do

♣ places of residence:

choi estate, ulsan

go estate, ulsan

go estate, hanseong (current)

♣ nationality: korean

♣ ethnicity: korean

♣ languages: hangul, hanja

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ʟᴀsᴛ ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇᴅ ᴏɴ

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ʟᴀsᴛ ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇᴅ ᴏɴ

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251128

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ᴄʜᴏɪ ᴊɪɴʏᴏᴜɴɢ (ɴᴘᴄ)

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ᴄʜᴏɪ ᴊɪɴʏᴏᴜɴɢ (ɴᴘᴄ)

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relationship: biological father

status: alive

title: head of house choi, formerly marquess choi

connection: positive

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ᴀᴄᴛɪᴠᴇ ᴛʜʀᴇᴀᴅs.

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ᴀᴄᴛɪᴠᴇ ᴛʜʀᴇᴀᴅs.

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hi! you can call me mulan, famu, famulan or my character's name, i don't have a preference. my pronouns are she/her but it's totally fine to refer to me as he/him if i play a male character. i am above legal age (21+) so please be advised of certain genres and roleplay themes. also do note that although i am a minus, i sync up to the plus timezones because i work as a night shift nurse.

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sᴏᴏᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀsʜ.

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sᴏᴏᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀsʜ.

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tw: mentions of fire and near death

.☘︎ ݁˖༘⋆.☘︎ ݁˖.☘︎ ݁˖༘⋆.☘︎ ݁˖.☘︎ ݁˖༘⋆.☘︎ ݁˖.☘︎ ݁˖༘⋆.☘︎ ݁˖.☘︎ ݁˖༘⋆.☘︎ ݁˖.☘︎ ݁˖༘⋆.☘︎ ݁˖.☘︎ ݁˖༘⋆.☘︎ ݁˖

under the silver, crescent moonlight of ulsan, nestled amidst the serenity of nature, stood the house of the nightingale, a proud abode of the yangban clan. the illustrious choi family resided here, a beacon of tradition and nobility. earl choi, the wise and judicious patriarch of the family, held the realm in the palm of his hand, while his two sons were destined to ensure the lineage would continue on. however, the heart of the estate lay in its youngest gem: choi saemi. as the only daughter and the apple of the family's eye, her laughter was the melody that made the nightingale house sing. born into luxury and tutored in the arts, she was the thread that bound her family’s threads together.

yet, as the embers of fate would have it, a deadly blaze engulfed the estate just as saemi celebrated her fourth year of life. fanned by ill-fate, the flames rose, wild and untamed, casting ominous shadows and devouring the legacy of the chois. in that ghastly dance of fire and smoke, earl choi and his wife braved the inferno to shield their children. the night sky echoed with their frantic screams and the roaring blaze. while the heavens watched in silence, the family emerged, lives intact but spirits shattered. their silhouettes, marred with the scarlet kiss of burns, were a somber testimony to their battle against destiny.

time revealed that their tragedy wasn't a mere twist of fate. a dark conspiracy unraveled of a low-ranked family, blinded by envy and rage, aimed to annihilate the house of cosmos, the go family. the chois, due to their close ties with the gos, became unintended victims of this malevolent plot.

in the aftermath of the fire, the once-mighty chois found solace in the embrace of the gos. duchess go, moved by her bond with lady choi and the shared tragedy, ensured the choi family was treated with care and honor until her passing. this pledge was not mere words; it was a vow written in the annals of time.

as days transformed into years, saemi, now under the go's nurturing canopy, blossomed. appointed as the lady-in-waiting to the eldest daughter of the house of cosmos, go younghee, saemi was bestowed the same privileges as younghee. they both learned the refined arts of etiquette and the nuances of nobility side by side. the go family, true to their promise, ensured that the pain of the past was replaced with memories of warmth, care, and kinship.

despite the adversities, saemi's soul remained untainted, and her love for the arts grew. the echo of traditional instruments under her fingertips was a testament to her innate talent. every note she played was a tribute to her past and a hope for the future. the strings of the gayageum, and the melodies of the haegeum, all came alive, resonating with her soul’s song.

today, saemi, loyal to her saviors, lives with gratitude. she remains eternally devoted to her lady, knowing well the weight of the debt her family owes to the house of cosmos.

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ᴡʀɪᴛᴇʀ ɴᴏᴛᴇs.

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ᴡʀɪᴛᴇʀ ɴᴏᴛᴇs.

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pov

i write in strictly third pov, but feel free to write in whatever pov you feel most comfortable in!

style

beige prose with a tendency to get lost within the five senses of heavy environmental descriptions and inner dialogues.

length

multi-para in various lengths and very rarely do i ever write novella, depending on how much muse i have for the thread and what the plot consists of. no one-liners please.

location

i prefer to write in public rooms. never do i thread inside pm's either as pm's are strictly for ooc and plotting purposes. i also like to keep my walls clean.

plotting

i expect you to go through my character's padlet and i will go through yours. it's okay if we do not have a specific plot from the very beginning, i am open to brainstorming ideas with you! as a reminder, consent is key between both parties.

genre and themes

i don't have any hard limits and is open to almost all themes and genres except for smut. smut can be heavily implied in the thread that is consented between both parties but will not be explicitly written out. my favorite genres to write are fluff, romance, and angst.

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ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴇᴛᴇᴅ ᴛʜʀᴇᴀᴅs.

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ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴇᴛᴇᴅ ᴛʜʀᴇᴀᴅs.

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ᴄʜᴏɪ ᴍɪɴᴊɪ (ɴᴘᴄ)

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ᴄʜᴏɪ ᴍɪɴᴊɪ (ɴᴘᴄ)

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relationship: biological mother

status: alive

title: lady of house choi, formerly marchioness choi

connection: positive

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ᴄʜᴏɪ sᴀᴇʏᴏᴜɴɢ (ɴᴘᴄ)

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ᴄʜᴏɪ sᴀᴇʏᴏᴜɴɢ (ɴᴘᴄ)

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relationship: biological brother, twin #1

status: alive

title: heir and eldest son of house choi, formerly count choi, bodyguard to go youngjae

connection: positive

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ᴀᴄᴛɪᴠɪᴛʏ ɴᴏᴛᴇs.

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ᴀᴄᴛɪᴠɪᴛʏ ɴᴏᴛᴇs.

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activity level: 4.0 out of 10

i work full-time so my activity can be sporadic. you may often see me in the main chat, but please do not poke me unless it has been over two (2) weeks! i am very good at updating my tracker and i try my best to reply within a week. if it has been more than two weeks, i will personally let you know that i need more time. some threads might be replied faster than others according to my muse level, but i definitely did not forget!

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ᴍᴏɴᴏʟᴏɢᴜᴇ ᴏɴᴇ.

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ᴍᴏɴᴏʟᴏɢᴜᴇ ᴏɴᴇ.

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set right before the ambush at hamgyeong on the 26th of december, 1868.

.☘︎ ݁˖༘⋆.☘︎ ݁˖.☘︎ ݁˖༘⋆.☘︎ ݁˖.☘︎ ݁˖༘⋆.☘︎ ݁˖.☘︎ ݁˖༘⋆.☘︎ ݁˖.☘︎ ݁˖༘⋆.☘︎ ݁˖.☘︎ ݁˖༘⋆.☘︎ ݁˖.☘︎ ݁˖༘⋆.☘︎ ݁˖

"there," saemi breathed out, her fingers delicately completing the final loops in wrapping the young soldier's ankle with bandages. her voice carried a gentle warning, "be careful in putting too much pressure on that foot, or else it will take even longer to heal, okay?" the soldier, appearing barely an adult, nodded vigorously, his hands cupping hers in gratitude. a cascade of heartfelt thankfulness spilled from him, painting the infirmary with the fervor of his appreciation.

this was the rhythm of saemi's life since volunteering for the frontlines, much against her family's wishes. saeyoung, her older brother, eventually joined her in the midst of the war’s turmoil, his presence became a comforting melody and lent a sense of reassurance amidst the perils of war. she was acutely aware of the risks, being closer to the battlefield than most would desire. yet, she felt an unyielding duty, her skilled hands trained in first aid propelling her forward with the firm belief that her actions could indeed make a tangible difference.

stepping out of the infirmary, saemi was immediately embraced by the brisk winter air, its bite creating a canvas of sensations. the ground crunched beneath her boots, the frosty earth responding to each step with a satisfying sound. the air carried a frigid kiss that nipped at her cheeks, leaving a delicate imprint of winter's embrace. the distant echoes of turmoil resonated in the atmosphere, their haunting notes intertwining into a chilling melody that lingered in the silence between each sound.

ascending the hill, she felt the significance of this elevated vantage point, a rendezvous spot with deep meaning for her. as she neared the summit, his silhouette gradually materialized before her, gradually emerging from the shadows. under the enchanting glow of the moonlight, youngjae was a breathtaking spectacle, transcending the grim reality of war that enveloped them. even amid the dire circumstances, his being possessed an ethereal charm.

meeting his gaze, a cascade of emotions surged within her. it felt as if, under the celestial radiance, everything aligned perfectly in their world. the connection between them was palpable, expressed in the unspoken language of their eyes and the silent exchanges that resonated with a profound longing and yearning to return home together. the development of their relationship remained a mystery to saemi, but in that moment, certainty of their mutual affection embraced them.

their meeting, however, was abruptly shattered by agonizing screams that pierced through the air, tearing through the tranquil night with a harsh reminder of the reality that surrounded them.

saemi spun around, her gaze snapping back to the camp, and the scene that unfolded before her eyes sent a shiver down her spine. the moonlit night transformed into a chaotic battleground as qing soldiers ambushed their camp. saemi's widened eyes reflected the flickering torchlight, her eyebrows furrowing in profound distress as the enemy closed in on the infirmary with ominous intent.

the urgency of the situation ignited a fire within saemi. her legs, responsive to an instinct honed by the dangers of war, carried her forward with unwavering determination. however, a strong hand clamped onto hers, a desperate plea echoing in her ears. "don't go, saemi. it's too dangerous," he begged against the impending peril. with an apologetic gaze, she gently pulled away from the grip that sought to anchor her in safety. her heart pounding, she sprinted straight toward the infirmary, each step fueled by the urgent need to aid the injured soldiers before the encroaching threat swallowed them whole.

in the pandemonium of the camp, saemi's small form weaved through the chaos. her stature proved to be an unexpected advantage as it allowed her to seamlessly blend into the surroundings without drawing the watchful eyes of the enemy. as she reached the designated area, her quick thinking and steady hands assisted in transferring the injured to a marginally safer location. the rhythmic thud of her heart matched the urgency of her movements, a desperate symphony in the night.

however, just as she ensured the last patient found refuge, a fleeting glimpse caught the flash of an approaching qing soldier at the periphery of her vision. reacting swiftly, saemi executed a desperate leap, narrowly evading the downward arc of a sword aimed at her. she hit the ground with a resounding thud, rolling around a couple of times before picking herself back up onto her feet.

despite emerging with only mild scratches and grazes from the perilous encounter, saemi's thoughts were consumed by a fervent prayer. her gaze darted across the chaotic battlefield, searching for the familiar silhouette of youngjae, a silent wish echoing within her heart, praying that he, too, would emerge unscathed.

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ᴄʜᴏɪ sᴀᴇʀʏᴏᴜɴɢ (ɴᴘᴄ)

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ᴄʜᴏɪ sᴀᴇʀʏᴏᴜɴɢ (ɴᴘᴄ)

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relationship: biological brother, twin #2

status: alive

title: heir and eldest son of house choi, formerly count choi

connection: positive

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ᴍᴏɴᴏʟᴏɢᴜᴇ ᴛᴡᴏ: ᴛʜᴇ ʙɪʀᴛʜ ᴏғ ᴀ ɴɪɢʜᴛɪɴɢᴀʟᴇ.

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ᴍᴏɴᴏʟᴏɢᴜᴇ ᴛᴡᴏ: ᴛʜᴇ ʙɪʀᴛʜ ᴏғ ᴀ ɴɪɢʜᴛɪɴɢᴀʟᴇ.

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19th of august, 1870.

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the morning sun bathed the go estate in a warm, golden light as saemi bustled about the kitchen, her hands deftly setting up the table for tea time. despite being heavily pregnant, her belly protruding with the life she carried, the lady-in-waiting-turned-lady-of-the-house insisted on brewing the tea herself. she carefully selected the finest tea kettle and matching cups, her fingers brushing over the porcelain with practiced ease. the kitchen staff watched her nervously, their eyes filled with worry as she moved with a determined grace, ignoring their hushed pleas for her to rest.

saemi had been a lady-in-waiting for most of her life, and the notion of sitting idle was foreign to her. she was tired of lying in bed, feeling useless and unable to help out around the estate. setting up tea for the family seemed like a simple, harmless task that would bring her a sense of normalcy. she hummed softly to herself as she poured the hot water, the steam curling up in delicate tendrils, filling the air with the soothing aroma of the brewing tea.

but just as she was about to carry the tray into the living quarters, a sharp, intense pain tore through her abdomen. she gasped, the tray slipping from her fingers as she clutched her distended belly, doubling over in agony. the sound of porcelain shattering echoed through the kitchen, and saemi's pained shout reverberated through the entire estate.

in an instant, the nearby staff rushed to her side, their faces a mix of fear and concern. saemi’s knees buckled, and she felt herself being gently lowered to the floor. a couple of tears streamed down her face as she struggled to breathe through the intense pain.

at the sound of the commotion, youngjae came running, his heart pounding in his chest. he fell to his knees beside her, his arms encircling her trembling body.

"saemi, my love, i'm here," he murmured, his voice filled with worry as he tried to comfort her.

“get the family physician quickly!” he commanded the nearby staff, his tone urgent.

one of the female attendants who had been assisting saemi during her pregnancy knelt down, her eyes wide with realization. “my lord, lady saemi needs to be brought back to bed. i think she is in labor,” she warned.

youngjae wasted no time, lifting saemi into his arms with a gentleness that belied his strength. he carried her swiftly to their shared bed, settling her down with utmost care.

“thank you, my love,” saemi said, her voice strained with pain but her eyes still managing a reassuring smile. “do not look at me with fear in your eyes, our little nightingale is coming.”

the family physician burst into the room moments later, taking charge of the situation with practiced efficiency. he ushered everyone out, including the anxious lord, who reluctantly released his wife’s hand, giving it one final squeeze and a tender kiss on her lips before the door was shut behind him.

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youngjae paced restlessly outside the door, every fiber of his being tense with worry. he strained to hear any sound from within, his mind filled with a whirlwind of distressed thoughts. time seemed to stretch interminably as he waited, his heart aching with the need to be by saemi's side.

finally, the door creaked open, and the family physician stepped out, his expression one of calm satisfaction. “lady saemi is now resting,” he announced. “congratulations, my lord, it is a baby girl.”

relief and joy flooded youngjae's heart as he burst into the room. there, lying on the bed, was saemi, her face glowing with a radiant smile despite the exhaustion etched in her features. in her arms, she cradled their newborn daughter, the little nightingale they had awaited with such eager anticipation.

“look, little miyoung, your father is here,” saemi whispered, her eyes brimming with tears of happiness.

youngjae approached the bed, his own eyes misting as he gazed at his wife and child. “welcome to the world, my beautiful nightingale.”

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ɢᴏ ᴍɪʏᴏᴜɴɢ (ɴᴘᴄ)

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ɢᴏ ᴍɪʏᴏᴜɴɢ (ɴᴘᴄ)

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relationship: biological daughter with go youngjae

status: alive

title: n/a

connection: positive