boredoutofmymind

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I love your writing, I swear it's so rare to find fanfic in this fandom (⁠˘⁠･w･⁠˘⁠)

I'm looking forward to your next fanfic; take your time, I don't mind! (⁠ ⁠╹⁠▽⁠╹⁠ ⁠)

And thank you for reading them! I'm tryna think of part two for the first Jaha fix I wrote, but I am also planning on writing for other martial arts manhwas out there, specifically ones I am reading cuz I don't see anything for them 🤔

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Ily btw thanks for the yummy zaha content 🥹🥹

I love you as well for reading 😊

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By the powers invested in me by Jaha Lee's beautiful face, I am once again going to write something for the madman.

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Ever since you were young, your mother had always warned you about those martial artists from the jianghu, especially martial men. She'd warn you of their beastly strength and even more so of their beastly nature. The violence they are capable of with that beastly strength, and how you should always, always, avoid them when you go outside or keep your distance as much as possible from them.

The older you grew, the more higher your mother's caution grew. You wouldn't say you where the most beautiful girl in town, but you were above average. And in your mother's eyes, and according to her the martial men's eyes, you were to put it simply a conquest for them. A meal. Something to chase. To have. And your mother's worries kept growing.

You truly did listen to her, did your best to not engage for too long with any men or women of the jianghu. Not fearful of them, but for your mother's sake. And that was enough. No one had bothered you or your little tea shop. They come and go, maybe one or two might make an unsavoury comment or two, but never tried anything.

To your mother, they were dangerous beasts. To you, however, despite all your mother's efforts to deter you away from such people were rather intriguing. Sure some where second or third rate thugs most of the time. But operating a respectable, but small tea shop meant that most of the martial artists that came where few, and among them where travelling orthodox martial artists.

So whenever it is your turn to wait tables, with your mother in the kitchen, you had the leisure to listen to their tales of the jianghu. The good ones, the bad ones, the legends, the tall tales, the occasional funny ones. They didn't inspire you to chase the dream of becoming a martial artist, but your appetite for such stories kept growing. And with the growing appetite, your fear of the martial world diminished until there was only pure curiosity left.

If your mother knew your thoughts, she would have lost her mind with worry. And she would definitely faint with shock if she knew that one particular customer that came every now and then, was a martial artist master that you'd taken a liking to.

Yes, you developed an itty bitty crush on a martial artist, sue you. He was very handsome, in your eyes. Definitely crazier than any other martial artist that passed through your tea shop. But he always had a ridiculously funny or a completely outrageous story for you. Whether he was lying or not, you didn't care, as long as you got to listen to his stories.

The crazy martial artist you spoke of is Jaha Lee. He was neither orthodox or an unorthodox martial artist. But he had subdued and beat many black faction sects and groups. And he had also joined the Martial Alliance's subjugation of Tree Spirit Fortress and the Southern Ridge Greenwood Alliance of bandits. He was an unusual man, but the most intriguing of all.

He was a busy man, wondering from one place to another, always training, but he always made time to come to your little tea shop. You liked to think that he comes to see you, or atleast, your famous tea cakes.

And you always noticed that ever since you mentioned to him about your mother's many warnings to you about men like him, he'd always come whenever it's you waiting tables instead of your mother. You'd like to think it is because he wants to keep talking to you in between you serving tables without your mother calling you away from him. Or maybe you're just delusional with your little crush.

Even now, you where hovering near his table, listening to yet another tale of his, this one about a scholar like martial artist that he'd met. But it was going in one ear and out the other, too focused on his voice and the way keeps his eyes on you.

"—and yeah, I knew this scholar bastard was crazy, but I didn't knew he'd be crazier than me, so I had to be crazier than him to catch him off guard and threatened to burn his little book collection–hey, you good?"

At his sudden question you snap out of your daze to answer him, smiling sheepishly.

"Oh–oh, yeah, I'm good," you say while slightly lifting the serving tray a little higher to hide the embarrassed smile, and possibly the blush rising on your cheeks.

"Hmm, you looked a bit distracted, is the story too confusing? I can think of another one if you want?" He asks earnestly, gazing into your eyes. By the heavens, this man will be the death of you, if you keep pining over him like this.

"Huh? N–no, there's no need, the story was rather interesting, a scholar who's also a martial artist sounds crazy, b–but like not in an unbelievable way, you get me right?" You stutter, cussing to yourself internally at the stutter, and grip the serving tray in front of you as if it could ground you before, lest you float away from the euphoria of speaking to your crush.

"Yeah, he was crazy," Jaha nods along agreeing with your thoughts, though you weren't sure if he was agreeing exactly to what you said or if he was agreeing to what he thought he understood from your words.

As the two of you lapse into a comfortable, well for him, you were still full of jitters, silence. Watching him sip his tea for a bit, you get the funny little idea to do something... rebellious.

You clear your throat to get his attention, "Ahem, I uh, can pack some snacks for you to take when you go back? It's my uh, treat for your continued p-patronage," gosh, you were stuttering again.

He blinks up at you, surprised maybe? before he shakes it off and gives you a thousand tael smile (shut up ok? you were a woman in love), before answering you.

"Sure, I won't say no to your tea cakes, I'd be stupid decline," as his agreement, you beamed brightly before quickly telling him to wait awhile as you go and prepare the snacks.

You enter the kitchen with that silly smile still on your face, your mother immediately taking notice of it.

"And what's got you smiling like that dear?" She asks, also smiling at you, your happiness was always contagious for her.

"Oh nothing, heard a funny story from a customer, his son apparently mixed up the salt with sugar and made all their guests spit out their tea~," it wasn't entirely a lie, you did overhear it yesterday, and the mental image was funny.

Your mother also laughs slightly at the thought of such an incident. "My, it reminds of when I first started making tea and snacks here, messed up one too many times."

The two of you talked while preparing the tea and snacks that are to be served, though you prepare a box of snacks to-go for Jaha while your mother was distracted. After preparing it, you cut your conversation with your mother short to let her focus on her kitchen duties as you walk out.

When you leave the kitchen you can see Jaha still leaning back in his chair, finishing up the last of his tea. As if sensing your gaze he lifts his eyes to you, and gives you a smile. You swore your heart stopped beating as pink blossoms fell from the heavens or maybe it was your delusion again. You smile back at him, stopping behind the counter to rummage for a small piece of paper that you'd hide long before.

You find it, and open it to read it.

'Low Down Sect Leader Jaha Lee, I have admired you ever since you came to this little tea shop and spoke of your tales in the jianghu, even if you do not reciprocate my feelings, I wish to let my feelings and affection for you be known

—[Y/N]'

It wasn't the best confession, but it held your sincere feelings, reading it all over again brought forth your feelings for him. You keep calling it a crush, but deep down you knew it had far outgrown what a crush should be. And the only way out was to let him know, of not, you didn't think you'd ever get over such a man you love so deeply.

You fold the note again, and hid it within the box of your snacks, packed with his favourites that you'd learned rather quickly.

You walk over to him with the box, he had already finished his tea and stood from his table, placing the money on it as well. He turns to you as you walk up to him, looking very red in the face.

"Are you alright? You look a little red," he asks, was that concern in his voice and face?

You shake your head, rather vigorously, and opened your mouth to say that you were fine but no words comes out. You immediately shut it, knowing you'll embarrass yourself even more if you kept talking so you only thrust the box into his hands, smiling shyly.

He raises a brow at your odd behaviour but accept the box of treats with small smile.

"Thank you, Miss [Y/N], I will enjoy these on the road," he thanks you softly, before bowing his head to you in farewell and turned to leave.

You had bowed slightly in farewell as well, straightening up to watch him disappear down the crowded street until he was out of sight. You exhale, with relief? or something else? either way, next time he comes, he'll surely have an answer for you, and hopefully you'll be ready for it when the time comes.

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Done! I had this thought manifest during breakfast, a former errand boy of a tavern and a soon-to-be proprietress of a small tea shop, a love story for the ages! Or maybe just one age 🤔

Anyway leave some comments or something, I wanna know how I did.

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I am once again gonna try something new, read if you want or ignore it.

P.S. there might be spoilers up ahead and probably ooc stuff cuz this guy is very hard to write.

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The deep gash from your right hip to your lower left rib bled profusely, staining the ground below you red with your blood. The grip on your chipped sword was tight but shaking with exhaustion. Your hair, normally tied back neatly, had come undone and hung around your face like a shredded curtain. For all to see, you were a mess and at the mercy of your opponent who stood in front of you.

You mused, in your exhausted and injured state, that if the man before you were even a little bit as exhausted as you were then you wouldn't feel the deep curl of shame and humiliation at your state.

In sharp contrast to your battered self, the man before you looked untouched. No injuries. Not a cut or slash on his clothes. And most despairing of all, the man's breathing was steady, as if he did not just fought you intensely.

You lift your gaze from the blood stained grass to his infuriatingly calm eyes. They watched you with the same frustrating look that you had hated ever since the first time you met him. The look in his eyes were not the serene calm of the Orthodox young masters, nor the mocking way of Unorthodox thugs but the calm of a man that had already knew the outcome of a fight long before even blades were drawn. That pride in his strength were the calm in his gaze. Prideful because his strength amd skill matched his ego. It pissed you off even now, knowing that the man before you hadn't been even the least bit wrong about his own assessment because even you can't deny now that his pride was not unfounded.

Your glare sharpened at him through the messy strands of your hair as you continued to glare up at him. Your breathing was ragged from exhaustion and pain. Exhaustion from the fight that had taken from noon till dusk to finish definitively. Pain from the many cuts and slashes sustained during the long fight. The one on your abdomen hurted the most, still gushing out blood without slowing down.

After glaring up at him, and him looking down at you with his prideful but unreadable gaze, you rasp out. A voice hoarse and low from the exhausting fight.

"Well? Aren't you going to finish me off? Or are you hoping for me to spill information on the ones you are after?"

The man, for heavens' sake you didn't even know the bastard's name, watched you quietly without an immediate answer. His eyes felt like they were not just penetrating through your skin but you soul as well. Oh how you hated his eyes and the way they made you feel completely bare.

"I have no need for information about them from you, I already know that you do not know what I exactly want about them."

He finally speaks up after awhile. Huh, you thought he wouldn't answer you at all. You lift your bowed head higher, grip tightening even more on the worn handle of your sword stabbed into the ground.

"Then why the fuck didn't you kill me?" You ask, frustration colouring your tired voice.

"You could have easily done so, instead you only injure me enough so that I can't fight anymore! What the fuck do you want!?"

He let's you shout your frustration without interruption. Still so infuriatingly calm. So composed. You wanted nothing more than to lunge straight for his throat and tear it out with your bare hands, throwing aside your dignity as a martial artist. But you couldn't your exhausted body won't move as fast as you'd liked and the wounds would slow you even more. So you could only inhale your rising anger and continue to bleed out on your knees in front of the man.

You didn't recognise his martial arts, nor his face. Was he from a secluded clan somewhere hidden in the jianghu? Or was he an unknown martial master that had just recently came to the Central Plains? Or was he an old monster who had gained enlightenment and achieved the blood and bone restoration and regained his youth? All these were questions you wanted the answer to but even at the brink of bleeding to death here and now, you were too stubborn and prideful to ask any of it. And partially also because you don't believe he would give you the answer.

But, contrary to your inner musings and belief, the man sheathed his sword and looks down at you and asks.

"Well? Are you not going to ask who I am? From what I see, you don't even know who you just fought for the sake of ones who won't care for your death."

His question caught you off guard, and the rest of his words made you snap your head up to glare at him even more. The way he said it, it sounded like he had prior knowledge of who you were before fighting you. And here you were, completely in the dark because your sect told you nothing about him, only to go and kill him to stop his apparent rampage on their operations.

You weren't suspicious of it at first, there were many Orthodox martial artists who meddled with your sect's undercover operations because even you knew none of it were right. And there were many Unorthodox martial artits as well, hoping to gain a cut of the business, because as illegal and wrong it was, it had made a lot of money for the sect. So, you were always sent over to handle the more difficult ones because you were strong, and you took pride in it as well as the protection it brought you, as you'd thought. You believed that even if the faction you were part of fell in the struggle foe power within the sect, you would be more useful alive to the other factions as well.

So you didn't notice, or rather didn't care, when the faction you were part of was swallowed by another and that you were sent out more and more, rather than kept close by. They were already prepared to discard you but you were too stupid, or too prideful to believe that they would send you off to your death so soon.

And now, here you where. Bitter regret, humiliation, and frustration welling up inside you as you awaited your deathly this unknown martial master from who knows where.

"You are angry at your sect," he suddenly interrupts your inner monologue, drawing your attention back to him.

"You believed your strength could protect you from being cast aside during your sect's inner conflicts, and are now angry that they did exactly what you desperately thought—no, believed they wouldn't do to you," he speaks as if he knew exactly what was happening in your sect. Knew your predicament. Your fears. Your life in your sect.

"How do you know that?!" You demanded him, before wincing audibly at your aggravated wounds throbbing from pain from your sudden movement.

"You were wrong," he continues, still frustratingly calm. "And now you are paying the price for ignoring your surroundings, wasting your martial talent out here as their bruiser. And being led to your demise because they knew you weren't ambitious enough to aim higher nor obedient enough in their eyes," he finishes and goes silent while still gazing down at you with that gaze that angered you to no ends.

When his words sunk in, your breath hitched, not because they were absurd, but because they made perfect sense. Frighteningly so. You weren't obediently quiet, atleast not in the way that tried to keep their head down and stay quiet. No, you aimed for higher and higher understanding of your martial arts and raising your strength. The type many of the faction leaders in your sect despised, for it was something they lacked, the drive to be stronger, better in their training, rather than wasting all their time on playing dirty politics. What frustrated them even further was your disinterest in aiming for higher positions within the sect, but your rising strength would definitely become a hindrance once it surpasses their own. So they went ahead and arranged your demise against an unknown master. A clean way to get rid of you.

The realisation only further served to stoke the flames of your anger and sense of betrayal. The sect that you had dedicated most of your life to had thrown you aside without a second thought. It hurt, more than hurt, for they, the sect members where much like family to you. But your efforts for the sect had amounted to nothing and only led to this. Alone in the middle of a decimated field, bleeding out from a deep wound after a fight against this mysterious martial master. A martial master who seemed to know everything about you and the sect and it's betrayal to you.

You hung your head, loose hair hanging around your face like a curtain, as if it could shield you from the rising hurt and anger, and the hot tears of frustration threatens to fall from your eyes. You felt stupid for not noticing the truth of what was happening around you, you felt angry for the way the sect had sent you off to your death instead of finishing you off themselves, and above all, you felt hurt that the ones you'd considered as close friends, family even, had cast you out like this. No explanation. No warning. Just this.

The field that you fought in quieted around you. The breeze dying down to a hush, the rustle of grass silencing. Above you the sky was painted in the hues of dusk, breathtaking and indifferent to your inner turmoil.

The silence hung around you for some time. The man beofe you had also fallen silent as well after dropping the truth onto you. You'd noticed it before, he was a man of few words. If you hadn't met under these circumstances you would have found him intriguing as well alongside the feeling of annoyance from the sort of superior look he had to him.

As the silence stretched on, your grip on the sword slackened and fell away from the handle. Too tired from the blood loss, your vision starting to swim. You were going to die by the time the sun fully sets. The realisation pours cold water over your flames of anger and bitter humiliation. What was the need of holding onto such feelings when death was right in front of you? It wouldn't serve you any relief nor save you from the end. You chuckle bitterly to yourself, shoulders sagging from the creeping cold and exhaustion that weighed your limbs down.

The man standing before you tilts his head just slightly to the side, still watching you with that exasperation you still found infuriating. After you finish your self deprecating chuckle he speaks.

"Have you given up already?"

His question only drew another low chuckle out of you. This one even quieter than the previous one.

"You ask as if there are things to be done even know. Bastard, I'm not gonna hold onto anything bitter when I'm dying. Don't want to come back as some vengeful ghost instead of moving onto the afterlife."

Your answer draws a smirk to his otherwise expressionless face. Though, you do not see it. It grew quiet again, and just as you believe he had left, the man kneels before you. Now eye level with you he asks.

"Join me then. I will have your injuries healed, and let you have your revenge against the ones that has abandoned you."

You wanted to scoff at his offer, but eventhough you didn't know the man, you still had a feeling that he was neither joking nor lying. He was serious about his offer.

You swallowed with difficulty and ask, "And what would you gain from me joining you?"

"A talented martial artist," came his answer, no hesitation nor mocking.

"And why would you need a talented martial artist?" You ask him again.

"Because I don't like seeing such talent being wasted by fools."

"But there are more talented people in my sect."

"Because that is what you were led to believe by the ones who wasted your talent doing lesser tasks."

"Then why me exactly?"

"Because I like your talent and drive for your martial arts, I am a man with clear likes and dislikes," he answers without missing a beat leaving you stunned.

As taken aback as you were, the chance to find the truth and confront the ones who abandoned you was strong. And now you were even more sure that the man was speaking truthfully.

He let you stew in your thoughts, though he and you knew that you didn't have much time left before blood loss took you. And you weren't the type to deliberate too long on an opportunity like this.

You lift your head up properly to level your gaze with his kneeled form, meeting his piercing eyes.

"Fine, I'll join you."

The man does not gloat or turn condescending, but something changed in his gaze. Satisfaction? Expectation being met? Whatever it was, you couldn't tell but he stood and held his hand towards you.

You gaze at it then back up at his face and back to his hand before grabbing it to help you stand up. In response his grip grew firm, not painfully so, and pulled you up with surprising ease. You stagger on your feet, vision swimming with dark spots due to the blood loss. In an instant the man's other arm goes around your back and holds your waist in support while the one holding your hand moves your arm to sling around his shoulders to keep you from collapsing on the ground entirely.

After settling your arm on his shoulders and letting your tired and bleeding body lean against his, he briefly let's go of your waist to pull your sword from the ground and hand it for you to clumsily sheathe it. He holds you again, and after letting you gain your bearings, begins to move towards the town that you had met him before starting the fight.

As the two of you slowly made your way back, the sun dipped below the horizon as darkness descended around you two. The closer you drew to the town, the more lights from the shops, businesses, and homes grew brighter.

When the lights washed over the two of you do you finally turn your head towards him.

"So? What should I call you? You already knew my name before we even drew swords."

At your question a smirk rose on his lips, as he turned his head slightly to look at you.

"My name is Geom Woojin, second young master of the Heavenly Demon Divine Cult."

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And that's a wrap! Hope whoever is reading this likes it.

I haven't seen a single fanfic of Absolute Regression and it made me go mad, cuz both the manhwa and novel is fire.

Anyway, I wanted to write something about my favourite man, besides Jaha Lee of course, so ta–da! A oneshot about the man, the absolute goated legend: Geom Woojin!

I think I'm more prepared for more comments or suggestions, so feel free to drop ideas or something.

I'll write suggested ideas if they are feasible enough for me!

P.S. if you already couldn't tell, this was inspired by the little tidbits in the novel about woojin roaming the jianghu during his younger days 🤭

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please don't judge, I was just bored and wanted to try something new

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The morning sun slowly crept through the opened cracks of the window, slithering across the wooden floors and slowly onto your peacefully sleeping form. The innocent light of the sun warmed your face and poured an ungodly amount of light into your closed eyelids that seared your eyeballs hidden beneath them, forcing you to wake.

But you were stubborn, rolling over to face away from the light to continue your dreams of flying across mountains and running above seas as an immortal from those cultivation manhwas and novels you've read, only to be abruptly shaken by a person.

"Wake up, [Y/N], it's morning, help me with opening the inn."

Now that was a voice you definitely didn't recognise, but you brush of the hand to continue your sweet sweet slumber— wait, that wasn't any of your male family members' voices, and you definitely did not recognise the bed you were on nor the blanket you were wrapped up in. What in the genuine fu —

"[Y/N], I'm serious, you know I can't cook very well and you told me that you will handle all the cooking in the inn."

The deep voice came again, this time making your freeze up, because whoever this was, spoke to you with familiarity, and worst of all you recognised that he wasn't speaking your language but what sounded like chinese, and crazy enough, you understood him.

You slowly turn over, peeking over the edge of your blanket (wait, is it even yours?) clutched over your face and head for protection from whoever this was.

When you peek over the first thing your own eyes meet are the other person's. They were a beautiful shade of pinkish red, and the faintest hint of eyebags beneath them. A small exasperated but gentle smile on his rather handsome face, with messy black hair tied up in to a bun with a white cloth covering it.

"Hey, good morning [Y/N]."

It. Was. Motherfucking. Jaha. Lee. From your favourite webtoon, 'Return of the Mad Demon', kneeling besides your bed—wait, waitwaitwaitwait. This was not your room, and definitely not your bed.

You shot up in surprise and panic. You frantically look around seeing the simple wooden interior of what you can only assume was that of ancient China or whatever equivalent place amd time the webtoon was set in. You were sitting up on a simple bed, not the comfiest pillow or blanket, and definitely not wearing what you thought you wore to bed.

Noticing your mounting panic Jaha Lee stands up from where he was kneeling beside the bed, his smile dropping to a concerned frown.

"Hey, hey, are you alright? Did you have a nightmare? Should I get you some water? Tea?"

He asks you in a soothing voice and despite your initial panic, you find his soothing, gentle, and soft voice calming. After carefully watching you calm down, he asks again. But this time slowly.

"Is everything alright, [Y/N], did you have a bad dream?"

Your face, despite the obviously weird situation, warmed considerably. You hoped he didn't notice the warmth rising on your cheeks. That would be mortifying—

"You look red, my wife, are you feeling sick?"

Your mind short–circuited. Wife???? What!?!?!

As your mind tried to digest what your ears just heard, Jaha Lee, unaware of your inner turmoil reached out his hand to feel your forehead with the back of it. He was simply checking your temperature, but your already slow mind fully shut down at the contact with only a single echoing 'what????' bouncing around inside.

"Hmm, you are a bit warmer..." Jaha muttered to himself, before giving you a small reassuring smile.

"How about you stay in bed for awhile, I can manage the inn until you feel better, but if it grows worse, tell me ok?" After he says this he pulls back before pulling up the blanket while laying you down. You in your shock and mind still reeling to catch up to recent news simply follow his motions and lay back down and allowed him to tuck you in.

"I'll come back in the afternoon to check on you, if you feel better before then, make yourself something to eat if you're hungry and join me in the inn, if not just stay in bed ok dear?" He asks as he stands halfway out the door to the room, small smile still there but a hint of worry in his beautiful pink‐red eyes.

Your mind finally caught upto what he was saying and muster a dumb nod at him, still sitting there with a wide-eyed look of confusion and surprise and delight .

After the door closes behind him, you flop backwards onto the bed. And for the next hour(s?) you lay there, trying to understand how you got here, if this was a very elaborate dream, or if you had finally died and gone to the afterlife and this was what it looked like. A quick pinch to your thigh and a slap to your face made it very clear that you were not dreaming nor hallucinating.

As that thought sinks in, you immediately roll over and bury your face in the pillow and scream.

'WHAT THE FUCK? WHAT THE FUCK?? I AM ACTUALLY INSIDE THE RETURN OF THE MAD DEMON WEBTOON???? AAAAAAAAAGGGHHH—', these were your internal screamings, with many interruptions of 'JAHA LEE CALLED ME WIFE!?!?! DOES THAT MEAN WE ARE MARRIED!?!?!?,' among many other screaming thoughts.

You do not know how long you have been laying there, face down on the bed, but you finally lift your head up, a near manic grin of pure delight on your face unbeknownst to you. You kick your feet like a giggling school girl as you laid there for a bit before your slow mind caught up with other information.

You finally get up and look around the room more properly. There was nothing much of note, besides the bed, simple wooden one wardrobe with many drawers and next to it shelfs of scrolls and books and bedding took up one side of the room's walls. Besides that and the the bed barely big enough to fit two people, a wooden table with two chairs stood in the room. And the door Jaha had just walked out off.

You cracked it open to peek, and it led outside. By the looks of it, the back of the building you were in, you can see an outhouse tucked away from immediate sight and a separate, what you assume to be, bath house and beyond all of it leading down a plain path stood the inn. You close the door, turning your attention to the wardrobe. You approach it and open it carefully, inside were the typical peasant style hanfu type clothes. One drawer had male clothes, most likely Jaha's, another one had female clothes, what you can assume are yours.

After a bit of fumbling around, you managed to change into what you hoped were descent day wear and after some rummaging, found a cloth hair tie for your hair in a drawer. Tying your hair as best as you could, and hoping you didn't look like a madwoman, you close the wardrobe doors.

Just as you do, a loud crash can be heard from beyond the inn, followed by some raised voices. With alarm ringing in your head you hurry out of the room. When you cross the through the backdoor of the inn, it led into an old-fashioned kitchen and beyond that you can see the interior of the inn.

As you hurry through the kitchen and approach the dining area of the inn, you see a group of men surrounding another man laying on the ground. The rest of the people had mostly cleared out, either to avoid trouble or they didn't like the scenery, while some merely sat around with varying faces of sympathy and amusement.

You pause just behind the wooden counter, where orders are brought by the errand boy and were money was collected, kept, and counted throughout the day.

Now that you were closer, you can see another familiar face standing behind the throng of rough looking men. It was that one courtesan that Jaha was beaten up for making a joke about hearing her music. Her face was scrunched into a look of disgust a she watched the rough looking men continue to beat the fallen man who was curling up tighter on the floo—

Wait—the man on the floor was Jaha! As soon as your brain catches up, you immediately run around the wooden counter and into the messy dining area whie shouting.

"STOP! STOP! YOU'LL KILL HIM!!"

At your frantic and frightened shouting, the men stop and turn towards where it was coming from, and at that moment you slip between them and immediately get down on your knees to shield him while glaring up at them as intimidatingly as you could, though it wasn't much with the tears of fear and panic for the unconscious Jaha welling up in them.

"STOP IT YOU– YOU–. JUST STOP! CAN'T YOU SEE THAT YOU COULD'VE KILLED HIM!?!? WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE WHEN HE'S DONE NOTHING WRONG!??!"

You scream at them, trying your best not to burst into tears then and there, and doing your best to not shake with fear at the burly men.

Your screaming seemed to take the heat from the moment, the men that were beating Jaha faltered and didn't make a move to yank you off him to continue beating him, or worse, beat you up as well. The other patrons of the inn had also went quite at your sudden arrival, even the courtesan, Chaehyang, also paused, taken aback.

After a tense moment, one of the men finally shook of his surprise and glared down at you, making flinch. Who knew men can be this scary?

"Listen here, Miss Jaha, your son of a bitch husband here was walking around spewing shit about gathering money to sleep with the Plum Blossom Pavilion's Chaehyang, shouldn't you be upset with him as well?!"

Well, you weren't, as you have read in the webtoon, you knew that it was simply a joke that Jaha had said in answer to a patron's question of why he was saving money so much. And you knew that originally he said that he wanted to only listen to a single song from her. Not sleep with her. So knowing that you tell the man.

"He would never! He only wished to listen to one song from her! What nonsense is this about him wanting to sleep with her!?"

The man flinched slightly but seeing Chaehyang still standing a few feat away, straightened up, trying to look unswayed.

"We heard from multiple others that he was going to, and even if it is just a joke, how can a mere errand boy like him ever even think of having a chance with Miss Chaehyang!?" The man growled down at you.

"But it's still no reason to kill a man for a rumoured joke! You've done enough harm! Leave!" You respond back, voice steadier now.

The men didn't look convinced and the one you were arguing with was about to retort back, Chaehyang hmphed quietly and with her lady friends, turned and left the inn. Seeing her leave, the men looked slightly embarrassed, most likely you guessed from having been unable to look tough in front of her.

But of course they wouldn't just leave like that, one of them barked at the rest of the patrons idling around, watching the one-sided beat down.

"Oi! Move it, this inn's closed! Get out!"

At his barked order, and with how ferocious the men looked, the other patrons also quickly got up and left. When the last one left, the man, who you assume is the ring leader of these bastards turn to glare down at you.

"Don't think a simple beating is all your piece of shit husband will get! Men! Smash up the place! Let's teach this errand boy and lowly cook why they shouldn't mouth off about people way above them!"

And that they did, as you sat there clutching, hunched over Jaha's unconscious and battered body, the men smashed and overturned the tables and chairs, along with the dishes, cups, and bottles that were on them. Spilled food and liquor, and bits of broken wood littered the place by the time they were done and finally left the place.

You remained sitting on the floor, trying to pull yourself together as they left. Once they were gone, the floodgates in your eyes came undone. Tears of fear and sadness for Jaha spilled out. Reading such scenes of violence through a screen did nothing to truly prepare you for the actual violent and cruel world shown in them. You sat there, crying until it died down to sniffles, and by then, the sun was setting. You shifted around until Jaha's head was in your lap, and now you can see the busted lip and bruises on his jaw and wherever else his clothes didn't hide. It was a more painful sight than you thought it was for your heart as you began to cry anew, but this time silently. As the fear and adrenaline wore off, leaving you with your sadness, you finally take in that that busted lip was still bleeding, a small cut running across it. You untie your hair tie cloth, because there was nothing else around you to use, and start to gently dab away at the beading blood.

After some time passes, the blood finally stopped flowing and as you made to draw your hand away, Jaha steers, finally waking. He was still delirious from the pain and could barely open one eye, the other completely shut because of the swelling around it.

You immediately whisper gently to him as you try your best to help him stand up and walk out of the inn and back to your shared home. Once the two of you got there, you help him lay down on the bed and as soon as his head hit the pillow, he passed out again.

You hovered near him the entire night, too afraid to go out and get lost and worried that if you left him the men from before might show up, though as far as you knew they wouldn't come back after this beating anyway. After finding a clean cloth and a bucket of water from the bath house, with great trial and error got the kitchen furnace going enough to warm the water. Which you then carried back to the bedroom to clean Jaha's face. After doing that you removed wrestled his shoes of him and undid his hair bun and left him to rest on the bed. You were too nervous to budge him aside and sleep on the bed next to him, so you pulled up a chair next to the bed and after awhile of watching him, fell asleep.

You later wake up to Jaha's voice.

"I can be stronger than I was last time!"

"Jaha?"

Your voice seemed to snap him out of the recollection he was in the middle of, as he turns to you with surprise.

"[Y/N]?" He asks in a shocked voice, as if he was seeing you for the first time after a long while.

At first you were taken aback, but you immediately understood what was happening, this was no longer Jaha Lee the errand boy but Jaha Lee the Mad Demon. And that you were at the very beginning of the story of his mad shenanigans.

You school your own surprise into a smile, a genuine one because it was Jaha, and answer him.

"Yeah, Jaha? Do you feel better now?"

It was kinda funny now that you were the one asking if he was alright as he woke up, just as he did for you when you woke up yesterday. He gaped at you for some time before he suddenly lunged forward and pulled you into a desperate hug.

"Is it really you, [Y/N]?" He whispers in disbelief into your shoulder where he buried his face, his hands clenching into the fabric of your cloths.

As he goes through a range of emotions, disbelief, relief, sorrow, guilt, happiness. You were frozen in his arms, your brain had immediately left your body, taking a vacation as soon as he pulled you in to his arms for a tight hug. After a what felt like forever, your brain finally started to work and you managed to reciprocate his hug— as in you awkwardly put your arms around him and... pat him on the back, like some idiot.

While you chastised yourself for being awkward inside your head, Jaha finally pulled back slightly to look at your face, smiling with relief, a tinge of genuine joy in his beautiful eyes.

"You have no idea how glad I am to see you."

Well... you kinda do, since you read the webtoon and all, but you tilt your head at him smiling.

"And you have no idea how worried I was when I saw you out cold on the inn floor, never do that again? Got it?"

At your slightly stern words, Jaha smiled indulgingly at you, nodding along to your words.

"Whatever you want, my dear wife," his words, especially the endearing title and the way he was looking at you set you face aflame. He was even more handsome in real life, dammit all.

As he was smiling, he flinched slightly from the cut on his lip. He seemed to finally realise the condition of his body. As he confusedly trued to piece together what had happened, you finally extricate yourself from his hold and step back.

"Rest, Jaha, I'll clean up what I can from the inn," you say and turn to head back to the inn. As you walked towards the inn, you hear Jaha get up as well to follow. Knowing he was coming to confirm his memories of the timeline he was in, you merely sigh and continued into the inn.

Once inside the kitchen, you quickly locate the broom and head for the dining area. Following you, Jaha lifts up the cloth that separated the kitchen from the dining area and stepped in, surveying the place with a frown. As he recalled the events up 'till now he tsked to himself.

You pause in your sweeping to turn to Jaha with some concern as the bruises were still fresh.

"Jaha, why don't you go rest? I'll just clean up a bit and keep the inn closed until everything can be put back, ok?" At your concern, Jaha turns to you, angry gaze softening.

"Okay, I'll go back and medita—ah, lay down, don't try to clean all of this up by yourself," he tells you before giving you one last look, the joy and relief from before still in his gaze, before smiling and turning away to go back and 'lay down'. He was most likely going to meditate, now that his memories of his previous life was back.

As he he leaves you bite back a grin and turn back to the mess of an inn, also recalling your memories of this story. You can already see the absolute fuckery he'll get up to soon. Your manic fangirl grin now too strong to suppress, you continued to sweep what you can, looking every bit like a madwoman.

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and that's all folks! please don't be mean with your comments! it's my first time writing fanfic

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Just decided on a whim to try character.ai chat thingy.

Wanted to start with something I'm familiar with so I look for a Sung Jinwoo one. Simple right?

Until I found a chat where you are his most annoying shadow soldier and was having too much fun before it some how turned to me resenting him for resurrecting me as his shadow soldier and not letting me move on to the afterlife.

It got really angsty, but I kept going like a madman until finally Sung Jinwoo bot broke and set me free!!! It was super sad for me

So, yeah my first foray into character.ai and I managed to make my own angsty fanfiction. XD

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Why is he so f***ing handsome!?!?😫🤌

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Welp, Jaha Lee, my beloved is gone for now I shall find another beloved .... May I present Mr.Heavenly Demon Lee Cheonsaeng

Daddy

Manhwa: Chronicles of the demon faction

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Ahh jaha is so handsome ~

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Everyone I present to you starting from the left to the right the sword demon, the pervert demon and the crazy demon

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EVERYONE ATTENTION MY SECOND MOST FAVOURITE CHARACTER IN RETURN OF THE MAD DEMON IS HERE!!!!!

IT'S THE SWORD DEMON

GUYS THIS IS THE BEST DAY OF MY LIFE

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Why is he so cute?!?!🥺🥺

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Jaha is like me fr 🤣🤣

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Been reading another manhwa from the same author as Return of the Mad Demon

It's pretty good and the mc is kinda crazy but not jaha crazy

It's called A Dance of Swords in the Night

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Started reading the Return of the Mad Demon novel because I'm impatient and I'm loving it so far

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First Post on tumblr and it's about this stupid nightmare I had last year? I don't know but it's about me being kidnapped by a kpop boy that my sister was obsessed with and showed me and trying to get away by crawling through a small window and trying to climb down a rickety old pipe and running down an oddly familiar street and hearing said kidnapper kpop boy on a bicycle and hearing him ringing those little bell thingies on the bike and me getting scared and running SIDEWAYS INTO A FREAKING BUSH and having the sudden awareness that im in a nightmare and could simply just wake up and so I did and laid there out of sheer dumbfoundedness.