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ⵓ      male, no age preference, no class preference.

ⵓ      the ex who keeps returning. Toxic!!!

ⵓ      A.N :: // set when Hwa was still a handmaiden to Seo Rim. very underdeveloped and a romantic connection. Not necessarily an endgame, although crucial for character development. Serious takers only because this is a very emotion-driven plot and would require the same energy back. Please take this plot only if you’re interested in writing it. Details within this plot are subject to change based on writers’ thoughts and ideas.

ׁ      ❀ You claim that you’re so hot, and you say you got skills in the bedroom.

You try to front when you’re so not, had a chance you still never came through.

You say you wanna come see me, ‘cause you know your girlfriend wanna be me.

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As they say, you never know what you had until it’s too gone.

You never treated Hwa right; in fact, bare minimum never existed even. But she was okay with that, for she was too busy trying to survive in a gisaeng house that felt too much like a hyena den. And you knew that she would stick around even with the least that you could do.

Except that one day, she did leave and you hate the fact that a good girl like her just slipped through your fingers. It’s infuriating to not have a lovergirl and pushover like her around but it’s more than that for her. You don’t know that so you decide to step into her life again after all of these years.

What happens next is up to the Heavens but won’t it feel good to possess her again?

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⤷ both troublesome, Min and Hwa have always bonded over being a pain in Rim's behind. Min is the one sister that Hwa knows she can rely on; there is nothing that is not shared between the two sisters, more so on Hwa's side and Min esteems the younger girl just as she would her younger sibling.

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⤷ a mother figure, Seo Rim was the one who made the decision to keep the infant. Growing up, Rim had her fair share of troubles by Goeun, but every woe and sorrow melted away at the sight of the young girl's wrinkle of her nose and a sweet smile. In Rim's eyes, Jung Goeun, who would eventually be named Seo Hwa, was too soft for the cold harsh world but the adopted girl had every mind to prove that she would be okay.

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𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 ➺ 163cm

𝐰𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 ➺ you don't ask a lady her weight, you imbecile.

𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐭𝐲𝐩𝐞 ➺ slightly curvy lean, thin.

𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 ➺ dark brown.

𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐫 ➺ black, always pinned back.

𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐬 ➺ none.

𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐩𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡 ➺ musk, orris & violet leaf.

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𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐥 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞  》&nbsp

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𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐥 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞  》  seo hwa.

𝐧𝐞́𝐞  》  jung goeun.

𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 》  hwa, little songbird.

𝐛𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞  》  january 16, 1843. (25)

𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐛𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡 》 unknown.

𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 》 sook, the gisaeng house, hanseong.

𝐳𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐜 》  ☼ Capricorn, ☽ Cancer ,⇡ Taurus.

𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝐳𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐜 》  the rabbit.

𝐟𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐡 》  buddhist.

𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦 》  kim jennie.

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𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐬: single. not interested.

𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧: heteromantic.

𝐬𝐞𝐱𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧: heterosexual.

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Noun:

화 • (hwa) (hanja 和)

1. (formal) harmony; peace

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     𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐛𝐢𝐫𝐝 

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𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐛𝐢𝐫𝐝 𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐝𝐬𝐭 𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐬.

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a cheonmin class of ilpae gisaengs. they are the flowers of hanseong known for their beauty and artistic prowess in singing, dancing, and poetry. they are of the highest tier of gisaengs and are unable to entertain after 30. it was first established by a woman by the name of "seo jinhye" and while her background remains a mystery to most, it was said that she was revered as a lady who brought men from all over the country to her doorstep when she danced. she was a madame but she was also a mother to most girls she adopted. they all had one thing in common: the want and desire for a new beginning. after her death, the gisaeng house, sook, and title of madame went to "seo rim", her eldest and longest adoptive daughter, who after leaving for tamna, passed her title onto her adoptive sister, seo min.

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     𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐒.

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     𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐒.

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♣ ⸺ FAMILY SEAL.

house of roses.

♣ ⸺ SOCIAL RANKING.

cheonmin.

♣ ⸺ ORIGIN.

hanseong.

♣ ⸺ HOUSE COLOURS.

dark red, gold and black.

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⤷ 𝐦𝐛𝐭𝐢: infj—— the advocate.

⤷ 𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐚𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦: type 7.

⤷ 𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐧𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭: lawful good.

⤷ 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐠𝐞:

giving: fingers carded through your hair. sweet smiles and whispered nothings. listening ear. empathy. hand holding. gentle squeezes. aegyo. positive affirmations.

receiving: flowers. anything pink. sweet treats and love letters. words. pink ribbons around your bicep or knotted in your hair.

⤷ 𝐚𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐲 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐠𝐞: expressing regret & requesting forgiveness.

⤷ 𝐭𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭: sanguine.

⤷ 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲: happy. naive. passionate. just. expressive. innocent. peaceful. bashful. charming. bright. childish. tactless.

pending...

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➻ 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬: the colour pink. nice perfumes. singing. music. pretty clothes. hairpins. peaches. old people. tea. cats. hanging out with her friends.

➻ 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬: bad smells. fish. mean people. tight or small spaces. alcohol.

➻ 𝐡𝐨𝐛𝐛𝐢𝐞𝐬: singing. stone skipping. strolls around town.

➻ 𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬: reptiles.

not being loved. abandonment.

➻ 𝐚𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬: to be a very famous singer. to find her family.

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Jung Goeun was not meant to be loved.

For as much as she knows about her birth parents, or rather, her sperm donor and a stranger's womb, she had never known what it was like to have a family. Née to a yangban who wanted to bear no responsibility of a pregnant servant and a woman who drank herself to depression and death when her love was unfilled, Goeun was left at the steps of Sook when she was mere days old.

The bundle was shivering, drenched from the pouring rain. It seemed that even the skies were crying; how could a mother leave her newborn like this?

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Death loomed so close. But Fate had it written otherwise. It was not yet the infant's time.

The doors of Sook opened, revealing a very young Seo Rim. Chaos ensued within the gisaeng house's premise, all running about in the middle of the night to awaken the comatose and blue child and find her mother, though no avail for the latter mission. It is said that it takes a whole village to raise a child but that very night, it took so much more to nurse the infant back to life.

There were whispers to give the child back away, to abandon it like its mother had. It was not anyone's responsibility afterall.

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But again, Fate had other plans.

The child would stay, and be fed, housed, loved. So it was decreed, by Fate, the Heavens and Seo Rim and the world was to follow those orders too.

She was given a name, as simple and normal for the most beautiful girl who would grow up to be tinged with innocence and empathy. Goeun. It was as simple as the life she would live but no name had been more fitting.

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Goeun grew up within the walls of Sook, as a handmaiden to Seo Rim who would in turn be a mother, a sister, a friend and mentor all in one to the growing child. Every heartache, every wound, physical or not, Rim would tend to but it had always been a tough type of love; pains were meant urge a person to grow but Goeun had a tendency to face pain with a smile as bright as the sun and open arms, much to Rim's warnings about how cold the world was.

It did not matter how harsh the world was to Goeun; she had plenty of love to give so that was enough.

But not everyone was so accepting of the young girl.

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The House of Rose bore the sharpest thorns.

Especially when Goeun transitioned to being a gisaeng, famed for her singing abilities and earning her keep in the house as a rightful member of the house. She had begun earning a clientele who traveled from far and wide to hear her sing but some of her sisters had long been bitten and mauled by the green-eyed monster. How could a servant child who reeked of dirt be a rose?

Jung Goeun was not meant to be loved.

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Tragedy always seems to occur on an ominous night, the kind when the skies seem to be mourning long before tragedy hits the universe.

It was a rainy night, flooding the streets of Hanseong with wet despair, but Sook was filled with mischief. Drunk patrons lay about, and the gisaengs were laughing, having the night of their lives. But there is a thin line between good mischief and malice, isn't there?

Some of the gisaengs thought it would have been funny to persuade gullible little Hwa to go to the shed that kept the alcohol under the guise of sisterly fun. She followed along, simply happy to hang out with her sisters but within the blink of an eye, she was shrouded in darkness and the sound of laughter grew distorted into evil taunts by the growing second.

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She has no recollection of what was being said, but the walls of the shed began closing in too soon and too quickly for her to begin comprehending how to get out. Her fear of small spaces ran deeper than the surface, and with how tight the shed had begun to feel, her heart began racing in her chest, so loud and fast that it made her dizzy.

No matter how much she pounded on the door, no matter how much she cried and begged to be let out, nobody heard. The laughter was long gone too, so all that was left behind was a young girl who was beginning to weaken rapidly until she fell to the floor, ready for death to take her.

But like we said, dear reader, Fate always has something up her sleeves.

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The world felt too bright when she woke up, to the point that she thought that she was in Heaven. Alas, she was still alive, tucked tightly in bed, with Rim hovering over her like a protective mother bear. The gisaeng house was quiet for the first time since Hwa had lived there, and it terrified her.

She had no recollection of who saved her, and to this very day, that remains a mystery, but she knew that Sook would never be the same again.

And it truly never was.

The gisaengs who had played the prank were released from Sook, their fate written by their own hands but it only meant that the rest of the roses would work harder to keep Sook at the top of the Joseon entertainment industry.

Time went by and all fit well within the world, with the occasional tumultous moment but if that wasn't life, dear reader, what would be?

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TW: mentions of Death, abandonment, implied bullying, almost murder.

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❃ choi saeyoung18:32:19Reply
omg mother

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✿ park yeonghan08:47:34Reply
princess, please

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✿ han miro02:26:00Reply
hwa ( twirls hwa around like the princess that she is )

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❁ hwa bomi03:05:42Reply
hwa u are so daughter of persephone

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❁ jeong dongmin05:40:19Reply
hwa the harbringer of death u__u

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✿ ryu yeonhwa08:29:20Reply
i love u

✿ ryu yeonhwa08:29:15Reply
HWAAAAAAAAAA

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✿ han miro05:51:40Reply
hwa ( twirls princess hwa around )

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ⵓ      male, no age preference, no class preference.

ⵓ      the one sided crush she does not reciprocate.

ⵓ      A.N :: // this plot is really one that shows how stupid Hwa is— blind to everyone’s feelings but her own. This is bound to end in heartbreak so it does not necessarily an endgame, although crucial for character development. Serious takers only because this is a very emotion-driven plot and would require the same energy back. Please take this plot only if you’re interested in writing it and please bear in mind that details within this plot are subject to change based on writers’ thoughts and ideas.

ׁ      ❀ Got me tripping, falling with no safety net.

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Comfort has never been personified better than you. Beyond addiction and beyond friendship, Hwa just likes having you around, to hold, to cherish and to laugh with because you just make it a bit easier to breathe.

She tells you everything, the darkest secrets, the deepest fears. The insecurities, the heartbreaks, the hopes and dreams, the wishful thoughts, there is nothing you do not know about her. You’re her person, after all. She’s long staked her claim on you… and why wouldn’t she? She is Seo Hwa, she makes an impact wherever she goes, even if she does not know it.

Especially on you. Maybe she knows it, maybe she does not, but you know she does not return your feelings. So what now? You remain… waiting, hoping, just like a safety net.

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BREAK UP WITH YOUR GIRLFRIEND, CUZ I’M BORED. 

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BREAK UP WITH YOUR GIRLFRIEND, CUZ I’M BORED. 

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ⵓ      male, older, yang ban, preferably married.

ⵓ      cheater liar, pants on fire. TW: sexual themes implied, cheating.

ⵓ      A.N :: // not an endgame plot but very necessary for plot. Serious takers only because this is a very spicy plot and would require the same energy back. Please take this plot only if you’re interested in writing it and please bear in mind that details within this plot are subject to change based on writers’ thoughts and ideas.

This plot is not meant to romanticise cheating and affairs! It is just A PLOT.

PLOT INSPO: Memoirs of a Geisha, The Handmaiden’s Soothe & Count Fujiwara.

ׁ      ❀ Say I’m trippin’ if you feel like, but you without me ain’t right.

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Work as a gisaeng means that she’s seen and met people from all walks of life. She’s seen the good, the bad and the worst but that does not stop her from doing what she does best, enamour with her talent in singing to bring people from far and wide.

When an enigma enters her life out of the blue, there is little she can do but give in to the pull, magnetised by charisma and security.

Little does she know, the yangban who has been giving her a lot of attention has his focus divided elsewhere too, somewhere that resembles a home more than anything.

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ⵓ      no gender, age preference. Jungin.

ⵓ      long lost family.

ⵓ      A.N :: // crucial to the beginning of character building; this is the reason why Hwa was sold to the gisaeng house. Serious takers only because this is a very emotion-driven plot and would require the same energy back. Please take this plot only if you’re interested in writing it. Details within this plot are subject to change based on writers’ thoughts and ideas.

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She never knew where she came from, only that her father was a rich man and her mother was a lowly gisaeng who fell in love with the wrong man and lost her mind when he didn’t return her feelings. Hwa knows that ‘Seo Hwa’ is also not her real name, given to her by Rim and the other gisaengs at Sook but she’s made peace in knowing that she will never have blood-family. Sook is enough.

But one day, you walk in, claiming to be a relative too close to her father for it to be untrue. And it’s proof enough when you reveal a token of familiar memory, one she has the matching piece of.

Suddenly, home isn’t home and family isn’t something she knows anymore.

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ⵓ      male, same age or older, no status or class preference.

ⵓ      best friends???? Why are you two flirting??? The sexual tension is so thick please seek help,,, or maybe a room.

ⵓ      TW: sexual themes, explicit sexual tension.

ⵓ      A.N :: // OKAY THIS IS A VERY SPECIAL PLOT. If you are willing to take this, please be aware that this is a plot that requires equal parts emotional giggling, kicking feet and screaming our guts out because this is literally a romance booktok novel. This plot is not meant for an endgame but is open to it. Please take this plot only if you’re interested in writing it and please bear in mind that details within this plot are subject to change based on writers’ thoughts and ideas.

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ׁ      ❀ love me, love me, baby, are you down? Can you let me know?

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Nobody knows how this friendship remains as it is. Is it a friendship or is there anything that lingers under the skin, more than meets the eye?

It’s as if two magnets pull at each other, forced by gravity to interact but for some reason, these magnets never truly become one. So what is going on?!

You are the only one who does not let Hwa win; for someone accustomed to princess treatment her whole life, you’re the one little pest in her life that will never let her get her way. But it’s funny to rile her up, isn’t it? In the way she will glare at you under her lashes and try so hard to hide her smile. It’s so entertaining to watch her bite back, with as much spine and vigour as a drenched cat but this is what has been the most pulling thing about her, hasn’t it?

But are you sure there isn’t anything else at play here? Especially when she actively seek your company and you seek hers in turn? Who knows what has happened under the guise of flirtatious banter and slightly possessive touches? Who knows what happens under the cover of the night, reeking of honeyed alcohol and the sweet scent of the gisaeng house?

Who knows, indeed.