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choseon ( n. ) i. of sungkyunkwan scandal (kdrama) ii. a gisaeng with a past. indie + semi-private / @linmaes

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lifeinblack:

Quick on the uptake, indeed. Woon accepts the cup with a soft nod and takes a sip on the beverage, knowing that he’s being observed in every single detail. She’s been trained for that, to please her clients and study them in order to find their weak points and exploit them. A trait he understands and appreciates even. 

So familiar. 

“Happiness is merely a point of view. On the other hand, to be pleased with what you do is a plus from a dull life.” 

The Sky Lord’s gaze moves to the right. There’s a presence behind the screen that leads to the corridor next to his room. The intruder, however, does not matter, because if they happen to listen to something that might be dangerous for his reputation, the building has been surrounded by two of his men controlling the roofs. With a single command, the one outside will be dead. 

“Opportunities. Perhaps leaving a place like this that might feel like slavery to you, could lead you to another master’s claws. The situation might not improve.” The young man approaches a bit, both eyebrows slightly raised. “How can you make out the difference, then?”

Oh. He really is something else, something new. There were a number of visitors at the gisaeng house who came for the intellectual conversation — few, but there were some — which Choseon was more than happy to provide, but something about her new client is fascinating and intriguing and it makes her actually want to stay.

She notices his eyes darting to the right, and as discreetly as possible, she follows his gaze. He seems to have noticed something; Choseon herself can’t say what precisely attracted his attention, but the fact that something did is enough for her to know that he is no ordinary guest.

“Can anyone truly make out the difference before they try?” She asks him in turn. “True, leaving one prison could mean entering another. We are not blessed with foresight, and hindsight is bestowed upon us only after we have taken action.” It’s something that Choseon has thought about at length, about whether or not she truly wanted to leave Moran-gak. The answer lies somewhere in the realm of lying in wait. 

“But would you rather be trapped in the same place forever, knowing you did not take the opportunity to find something new?” Choseon points out. “If one does not try, how does one know what could happen next?” 

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You need to rest.

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“I am fine,” Choseon said, a little close to snapping. “I am still capable of performing my duties as usual — I promise I will stop if anything happens to me.”

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( sorry for the super late notice but i have to take a quick hiatus to focus on schoolwork !!! it's been hectic these few days )

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( i think im just head over heels for hwarang, oops, watch me make another blog for some chara im still thinking about omfg ) 

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jadeiism:

        Pale blue eyes stared up at the pink petals of the tree in admiration as she waited patiently for her apprentice. Yulong made the offer to take the girl off their hands, train her in the ways of a gisaeng and have her ready within a few months. To anyone else that would seem difficult perhaps even impossible, but she always did love a good challenge. The dragon was once popular courtesan, though she never had the desire to take on a student, until now it seemed. This would be a learning experience for the both of them. 

Yulong turned her attention to adolescence that approached her. The girl was quite attractive she took note. However, being beautiful was only half the battle. She still lacked talent which was why she was here. “It is indeed a good morning,” The woman mused with a tiny smile, “Choseon, I assume?”

Choseon. It was still strange to respond to that name, but she was getting the hang of it now. She would probably never hear her old name being said again, and she wasn’t sure if she even wanted to hear it anymore — it was raw and painful to remember the circumstances she was in, so she decided to deal with it by fully immersing herself into the situation. 

“Yes, I’m Choseon,” she answered politely, bowing a little again. She wasn’t quite sure what to do; after all, being a village girl meant that she had almost no knowledge of how to greet people in the politest manner unless she wanted to become a servant in some large household. “What may I call you, my lady?” 

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@jadeiism​

There had been a lot of kicking and screaming involved, but at last, after a week later, she had come to terms with the fact that she was sold out by her family, was now a gisaeng, and had a new name that she had to respond to — Choseon. Accepting all this was one thing, but training to be a gisaeng was another — she’d started later than the others, and though she picked things up quickly, each time she strummed a note wrong on the gayageum, her face burned in shame.

The head of the gyobang, though, had other plans for her. There was a woman willing to teach her privately, she was told, so that she could improve in much faster time, and she was to do whatever she was told to. And there the woman stood, underneath the plum blossom tree as they’d agreed. “Good morning,” she greeted as she neared the figure, dipping her head as a sign of respect.

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"You are in so much trouble"

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“I hardly think this warrants me being in trouble,” Choseon retorts. “And we’ve been meaning to do so anyway. I merely hastened the process, albeit unintentionally.”

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💖- A memory that made them feel special💝- A memory that made them feel loved

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💖- a memory that made them feel special

Before Choseon had to leave to become a gisaeng, she’d been friends with one of the boys who worked at the same household as her mother. They met up secretly by the stream in their spare time, and the day before she was taken, he had tucked a peach blossom into her hair and kissed her forehead. It’s a silly memory to cling onto, but Choseon wonders what became of him sometimes.

💝- a memory that made them feel loved

On her first birthday at the gyobang ( gisaeng-school ), some of the other girls threw Choseon a party. It was a small, simple affair, but they sang a song for her and gave her a piece of rice cake they had probably smuggled in from the market, plus a new hairpiece. She refuses to admit to this but Choseon cried out of happiness when she saw the gifts they’d given her, and she still owns the hairpiece.

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Choseon knew she was good. There was a reason she had such a reputation, as the best in Moran-gak. She had to be good to protect herself, to make sure she had a place to stay at the gisaeng house, and she had to be good to protect her fellow gisaeng, in case anything happened to them that they could not stand up for themselves, but it was the first time she’d grasped exactly how widely-known she was to be able to receive a summons to the Qing palace. 

There she was, taking step after step towards the throne, surrounded by wealth and luxury that most of her clients could only dream of having. Every single piece of decoration was exquisite, adorned with gold that Choseon would never have been able to earn in a lifetime. And finally, she reached the space in front of the throne, and knelt. “Your humble servant, Choseon, is here, niang niang.”

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lifeinblack:

The quick display is a good prelude for him to objectively analyze this woman from a basic level of control. She does seem determined to keep the mood of the place in the same pace as it’s been since he set foot inside. 

Woon nods once and slowly looks upwards at the Gisaeng entering his room. He gestures with a hand for her to sit opposite him in the square small table in front of him. His intentions are clear, no gayageum. Simple talk will do. 

“You are fond of working in the night,” he states, looking down at this empty cup, a signal for her to serve him some soju. “Are you satisfied with what you do here?”

The man, it turns out, is not simple at all. By now, Choseon has learned to trust her instincts regarding people — it helped her survive, so she would not doubt it. She sees a bit of the Minister of War in him, eyes constantly evaluating their surroundings, and a mind quick at work. He seems interested in her, but it’s not an expression of interest she’s too familiar with. Plus, he wields words like a hidden dagger — she suspects he knows, which gives Choseon all the more reason to pay attention.

“Can any gisaeng truly be happy?” she counters as she leans forward to pour soju into his cup, meeting his eyes. “We may be able to get by, but there are hardships we do not want to face, either. Some of us are eager to take opportunities as they come.”