Could I request a platonic reader x Chung myung? Where reader is the younger sister of the body Chung Myung possesses. Maybe he feels guilty for taking her older brother's body that he brings her with him to Mount Hua. Reader could have a lot of talent or an unnatural affinity for the sword even though her body is frail due to malnutrition (which gets better during her time with Chung myung). If possible could you mostly write it in Chung myung's perspective and switch it later to the reader's. Like the reader recognizes that her brother has changed significantly and overnight at that but doesn't mind since he's happy or smth like that.
A Burden (???)
[Chung Myung & Reader]
Summary: what if Chung Myung had a sister?
WC: 4.1K (ig?)
Trigger Warning(s): Reader is Chung Myung's twin sister, child violence/fighting, mild injuries, poverty / begging / orphan kids, mild fear / anxiety, minor emotional distress.
A/N: AAAAAAAAAGHH it's so cute I really enjoyed writing this, it was better in my mind tho but that's what i got. If you wonder why I made them twins it's because I think it will make sense as how they stayed together despite being orphans and honestly I just like twins, seriously who doesn't? Anyways i hope you enjoy it like i did, i might make another part idk XD
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It all began when that damn beggar hit him on the head.
As absurd as it sounded, that single strike seemed to drag him back from certain death, pulling him into the world of the living again. No longer surrounded by nothingness, he could feel the air on his skin, sense time passing.
Except… nothing was how it should be. He was now in the body of a small, frail boy. And time had moved on—by about a hundred years past his death. Not to mention, his beloved Mount Hua was no longer the flourishing, grand sect it used to be.
He didn’t have the luxury to care about side issues. He’d even postponed his revenge against that filthy beggar in order to rush back to Mount Hua.
So where the hell did she come from?!
“Pleaaaase!!”
Sure, he hadn’t gone far from where he woke up, but he had paused for a moment to establish his dantian—and apparently that was enough time for her to catch up.
“Don’t leave me behind!!!”
Chung Myung struggled with all his might to pry off the little girl clinging to him like a leech. It was almost impressive that such skinny arms could grip someone with that much strength!... Or maybe he was just too weak to shake her off.
He groaned in frustration and looked back over his shoulder, eyes lowering. The girl, probably about the same age as his current body, stared up at him with wide, tear-soaked eyes, her chin trembling pitifully.
“Cho Sam…”
Chung Myung’s face twisted.
“Don’t call me that! My name’s not Cho Sam—it’s Chung Myung!”
When he shouted in her face, the girl flinched, but her grip didn’t loosen even a little.
“I’m sorry!! Cho—Chung Myung, please don’t leave me!”
Chung Myung rubbed his hands over his face as if trying to tear it off, resisting the urge to actually do it. He didn’t have time for this! He couldn’t take a kid with him! He needed to move now, as fast as possible, to reach Mount Hua. He didn’t even know if he could find enough food for himself, let alone feed another mou—
Chung Myung froze. He replayed that last thought in his head.
He glanced down again. The girl looked up at him with desperate eyes, like a sad little puppy.
Actually… now that he thought about it, she did look a bit like him. Maybe she was his sister after all.
He cleared his throat, earning an anxious, expectant look from her.
“Ahem. You… want to come with me?”
Her face lit up with disbelief before she nodded vigorously, tears still streaking down her cheeks.
“Yes!”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes!”
“It’d be easier if you stayed.”
“That’s fine!”
Chung Myung scratched his head, then shrugged as if there was no helping it.
“Hah… guess I’ve got no choice then.”
He gave her another look and clicked his tongue.
“Stand up. We’re leaving now. No whining about being tired.”
And even though her expression showed she still doubted him a little, she reluctantly let go and stood—tense, ready to launch at him if he tried to trick her.
“We’ll move fast. If you stop, I’m leaving you behind. Let’s go!”
Without waiting a second, Chung Myung dashed north, and his supposed sister ran after him with all the speed her skinny legs could muster.
Luckily, the next town wasn’t too far. Chung Myung had been blessed with a good-looking face even in this life—but two nearly identical, cute faces? Despite how underfed they both were, passersby couldn’t resist their pitiful charm and gave coins and food to them without a second thought.
Chung Myung ate with his usual bottomless appetite, and the girl didn’t even blink—so that must’ve been how he normally ate before getting his past life's memories back. Or maybe she was just too busy stuffing her own face.
“Wahhh!”
Chung Myung nearly jumped when she looked up mid-bite, cheeks puffed with food, eyes shining with joy.
“People here are so nice! We got so much food! Why was everyone so mean before?”
She muttered the last part mostly to herself before going back to eating. Chung Myung tilted his head in confusion.
By the way… if they could get this much food, why were they both so skinny in the first place?
Oh.
If he had the strength, he’d crush something—but all he had was food. And he needed that.
That damn beggar. He’d beat him within an inch of his life if their paths ever crossed again.
“You two!”
Chung Myung paused at the shout that sounded more like an accusation. The girl beside him almost choked on her food and looked nervously over his shoulder.
He turned with a frown to find a group of boys, older than his current body, closing in. The biggest one carried a wooden club, wearing a scowl that screamed “trouble.”
“Cho—uhm.. Chung Myung, this must be their turf.”
The girl whispered, eyes darting between him and the older boys. She almost stood up, but he beat her to it. She blinked in confusion as he rolled his shoulders like he was warming up.
“You two, begging around here? You looking for a beating?”
The leader shouted, clearly feeling righteous about waving his club around. His eyes went wide when the small boy in front of him—half his size—dodged it easily, like he knew exactly where it would land.
The next thing he saw was the sky—and pain exploded across his left cheek before his body hit the ground.
“Do these punks have a death wish against me, Chung Myung, The Plum Blossom Sword Saint!?”
Chung Myung lunged like a predator on its prey, thrashing the boys in a flurry of chaotic violence. The girl stared, dumbfounded. How could her brother—scrawny, bruised, always the one getting beaten—suddenly take down three older kids at once?
Sure, he always caused trouble, but he usually ended up the one swollen and limping even when he won a fight.
“Who said you could pass out!? Didn’t you say you’d beat me? Come on, get up and hit me! Do it!”
—
“So… you guys know the fastest way to Huayin, right?”
“H-Huayin?”
One of the bruised boys stammered, exchanging confused looks with the others before their leader spoke up nervously.
“Y-yeah! Do you want us to tell you how to get there the fastest?”
Chung Myung nodded, listening seriously as the three described the route—until a hesitant voice interrupted from behind.
“That’s… not the fastest road.”
“What?”
Chung Myung’s head snapped around so fast the girl flinched, but she swallowed and continued, louder this time.
“That road takes longer… there are shorter ones.”
Chung Myung hummed thoughtfully and turned very slowly back toward the boys, who were inching away.
The sound of cracking knuckles filled the air, and cold sweat drenched the boys’ backs as an ominous aura rolled toward them.
“R-run!!”
“Where do you think you’re going!?”
“AAAAAHHH!!”
Chung Myung pounced on the fleeing prey again, and she shut her eyes tightly, as if refusing to watch.
~
“So, which way now? You know the way to Huayin, right?”
Chung Myung scratched his head, glancing around before looking at her. She stared back in confusion for a few seconds before answering.
“Huayin…”
“Yes! Huayin!”
He watched her expectantly as she stood and turned toward a certain direction.
“I think I know the way. I’ve never been there, though… is that okay?”
“Yeah. No problem at all! Let’s move!”
He nudged her forward until she started walking ahead. Judging by how eager he was, there was something driving him to reach that little village as fast as possible—though no one else knew why.
“O-okay.”
Despite her obvious confusion, she didn’t ask questions. Chung Myung was genuinely grateful for that—mostly because he didn’t have any answers anyway.
She turned out not to be so unuseful after all.
~
It took them about a month. Maybe a little less.
He might’ve arrived sooner if not for the leech clinging to him with tooth and nail. They had to stop to eat and sleep constantly, wasting twice as much time as he would’ve alone.
He tried sneaking off at night many times, but she caught him every single time. Which, admittedly, was impressive—if only it worked for him instead of against him.
It reminded him unpleasantly of those annoying disciples from the old days.
Chung Myung glared up at the clear, starry sky. It seemed to mock him.
They were so close to Mount Hua. If only he could just—
“Ugh, this damned brat.”
Every time he so much as lifted a finger, the little octopus beside him would wrap her thin limbs around him tighter, he can feel his bones 𝘤𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘬. After weeks of failed escape attempts, she must’ve decided the only way to sleep peacefully was to tie him down.
Unfortunately, they were too poor for actual rope. So this… was the next best thing.
But seriously, where did those skinny arms get all that strength?
“Brother, if you go without me… I’ll yank your hair out.”
‘That’s… a bit violent.’
Chung Myung wanted to wipe the sweat from his brow—but that would require his arms to be free.
“Tsk.”
He closed his eyes, trying to get a bit of rest. He had to make use of most of these few quiet moments if he wanted to be able to run farther once the sun rose.
~
“Huff… huff…”
Chung Myung exhaled heavily, his frail arms trembling from exhaustion after pushing his weak body far beyond its limits. Sweat drenched every inch of him—he was practically drowning in it—and his tattered clothes, if they could even be called that, clung awkwardly to his skin.
He stopped for a second, a flicker of curiosity rising in him, and looked back toward the stairs he’d just climbed. His sister lay sprawled in the middle of the path, completely motionless. Looked like she’d actually died this time.
Chung Myung shut his eyes briefly and wiped the sweat off his brow with a dirty sleeve before glancing back at her. He looked like he was about to say something… then froze.
Maybe he was imagining it—but didn’t she seem… closer?
"Hey.. wait, I'll go get some help."
He turned forward as if to continue walking, then hesitated and slowly looked back again.
It happened again.
That was… kind of creepy. Was she sneaking closer to grab him? If so, he might actually feel a bit guilty. He’d probably driven the poor girl insane.
He turned away quickly and took two brisk steps forward, as if trying to convince himself he felt no guilt whatsoever—but the instant he glanced over his shoulder—
“AAAHHH!!!”
He almost tripped down the steps. There she was, just two stairs below, standing perfectly still, glaring at him with narrowed eyes. She didn’t say a word for several seconds.
"I'm coming with you."
"Y-yes."
“Here?”
“Huh?”
Chung Myung blinked at her nervously. She pointed toward the gate visible at the top of the staircase.
“Is this the place you meant?”
He followed the direction of her finger, then nodded hesitantly—only to feel a small hand grab his, nearly the same size as his own.
“Come on, let’s hurry. I hate those stairs.”
Chung Myung sped up a little, though neither of them could manage more than a brisk walk. They were both far too tired for anything more.
When they finally reached the gate, Chung Myung just stood there, staring at it like he was possessed. The wood was cracked and ancient, the signboard missing entirely.
Where was 𝘵𝘩𝘦 signboard?!
His sister didn't pay attention to his growing hysteria and knocked on the gate.
It opened immediately—apparently someone had been heading toward it already. A man in his thirties stood there, face firm but not scary.
He blinked in confusion when he saw the two identical-looking children, then finally spoke.
“You two—how on earth did you climb this mountain?”
The man, likely a Mount Hua disciple, looked genuinely puzzled. The twins exchanged a hesitant glance, but he didn’t press them for details. With night fast approaching, he simply let them in.
—
“You’re siblings, so share a room for now.”
‘But there should be many rooms left?!’
“Yes, sasuk!”
The girl chirped brightly, clutching the disciple’s uniform she’d just been handed. Despite her exhausted state, she managed a radiant smile.
The moment the man turned away and closed the door behind them, her eyes locked on her brother like daggers. His chance to be free is now officially gone.
‘Help me, sahyung…’
The next few days were rough.
Chung Myung taught the bratty younger disciples a painful lesson for trying to mess with him, then forced them up at dawn every morning to train. None of them had any remarkable skill when he’d arrived—honestly, their martial arts were practically nonexistent.
Still, to be fair, his sister wasn’t much better. The struggles she faced during training were about the same as theirs.
Not that it was his problem.
He had bigger things to worry about—like whipping the disciples into shape, fixing their pathetic performance, and, most importantly… making money.
He sighed.
Chung Myung glanced at his sister, who sighed again after dropping her chopsticks for what felt like the thousandth time since they’d sat down to eat. Not that there was much to eat anyway. He rolled his eyes as he chewed.
“Tsk. Where’d all that strength go? Guess I was wrong about you.”
A vein twitched on her forehead, and she glared at him in silence. She didn’t even have the energy to argue anymore… even talking seemed exhausting.
“I wonder why…”
Still, she was his sister. Surely she has to retort no matter what. Chung Myung felt almost proud of that thought.
“Don’t give me that look. We started training together and were in the same shape, so why are you the only one this tired?”
She opened her mouth—but nothing came out. Her expression hung there, mouth gaping like a dumb fish. Of course she didn’t have a comeback. He knew it wasn’t fair—his cultivation had progressed faster than hers—but he couldn’t resist teasing her anyway.
Maybe it was payback for all the times she’d annoyed him.
She scowled at his smug expression and turned away, fumbling with her trembling fingers to grab the chopsticks again. Not to eat—just to avoid his grin.
He smiled victoriously and went back to eating.
“Hmph. I miss the taste of meat…”
“???”
—
“Samae! Chung Myung-ah said he wants to talk to you!”
When Jo Gul said that, several wild possibilities raced through her mind.
Naturally, none of them were right.
“I want you to pretend to be me for a while!”
“What?”
Chung Myung rolled his eyes at her blank, confused stare. What was so hard to understand? He’d used the simplest words possible!
“Come on! I don’t have time—I’m a busy man with things to do!”
“You mean like the time you disappeared all night and came back in the morning with martial arts manuals and sack of gold?”
Chung Myung coughed into his fist, suddenly finding the ceiling fascinating. He completely ignored her as she crossed her arms and glared.
“Anyway, just do it!”
He patted her on the shoulder and dashed past her, vanishing out the door without even leaving a trace of dust behind.
She stared at the open door, speechless. What had just happened?
~
“He did what?!”
Yoon Jong and Jo Gul both gawked at her in disbelief. They’d known something strange was coming, but this?
Yoon Jong looked about ready to tear his hair out while Jo Gul just stared silently at the wall.
“Samae…”
“Y-yes, sahyung?”
She looked up nervously at the older disciple. He studied her for a moment, then asked flatly,
“Did your brother really eat like the other beggars?”
There wasn’t even a question in his tone. Her face flushed red with embarrassment over her brother’s complete lack of shame.
“I can confirm that, sahyung.”
Yoon Jong cleared his throat, trying to diffuse the tension. Jo Gul finally spoke up, voice strained.
“So… Samae’s pretending to be Chung Myung?”
“Yes…”
“Really?”
Both of them stared at the boy. A bead of sweat slid down her forehead.
“Really?”
“I mean…”
“We have to train Samae!”
Yoon Jong immediately shut the twins’ door, which had now become their “secret meeting room.” The two senior disciples then spent the night training her to shout like a thug while kicking their butts and ordering them to crawl in the name of “training.”
It was… a rough time for everyone.
—
“What’s with the gloomy atmosphere?”
Chung Myung walked over to his sister, who seemed to be the only person not suffering from the “depression symptoms” plaguing the others—constant sighing and staring blankly at the precious food before them. Considering how hard he’d worked to get that food on their plates, to the point of using his precious innate qi, the thought actually made him a little angry. Maybe he should hit someone—
“I’m not sure…”
His thoughts snapped back when his sister whispered nervously beside him, as if afraid the others might overhear.
“I heard it’s about the return of the Baek line disciples—”
The twin looked around suddenly, the disciples in the hall sighed at the same time she mentioned The Baek line. The sudden heaviness in the air making her flinch. She was sure she’d whispered.
Chung Myung sat down, grabbed his chopsticks, and started stuffing his face. Food first. His idiot disciples’ problems came second.
“So… what’s the issue?”
Yoon Jong and Jo Gul exchanged a long look before sighing again. Then they explained everything—about the Mount Hua and Zhongnan Conference.
They regretted it immediately, of course. Chung Myung proceeded to 𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘶𝘳—uhm, train them thoroughly afterward.
~
“There he is!”
Chung Myung barely reacted as his sister let out a relieved sigh when she saw him joining the other third grade disciples—just in time to greet the second grade ones arriving.
“Where have you been? You’ve been gone for a while!”
“None of your business. What are you, my mother?”
“I’m your sister! You can’t just disappear like that without saying any—”
“Quiet!”
The disciples immediately straightened up at Un Am’s stern tone. Chung Myung smirked as his sister lowered her head in embarrassment under the sharp, grumpy stares of everyone around them.
“Next time, keep your mouth shut.”
“You heartless jerk…”
Chung Myung stopped when he noticed someone approaching them with clear intent. He ignored Jo Gul’s rambling about how pretty one of the sagos was and looked ahead.
The Baek disciples had stopped walking. One of them—the one in the lead—was walking toward them. That handsome face…
He recognized it instantly. That bastard—wait a second..
A sly grin tugged at his lips. He raised his sleeve to cover the lower half of the teenager's face standing before him.
“Have we met before?”
Chung Myung blinked once. Twice. His sister froze beside him, looking around in confusion before tilting her head.
“...Um. I don’t think so?”
“Oh, I’m sure. How could I forget—”
The taller man froze mid-sentence when he noticed Chung Myung at the side of his sight. His jaw dropped slightly, and he slowly moved his sleeve from in front of one face to the other.
A bead of sweat rolled down his temple.
“Which one of you is—”
“Oh, for heaven’s sake!”
Chung Myung groaned, his face twisting in sheer irritation.
“We don’t look that much alike!”
“Yes, we do!”
He glanced at his sister, who looked as if he’d just stabbed her in the back, and rolled his eyes.
“No, we don’t.”
“Yes, we do! And why are you saying that in that tone? Do you hate that we look alike!?”
“Your words, not mine.”
She gasped.
“Don’t twist my words! Is this how you thank me after I spent a whole week trying to copy your weird personality!?”
This time he was the one who gasped, clutching his chest dramatically.
“My personality isn’t weird! It’s yours that’s weird! You still act like a street beggar!”
“How dare you!”
The second grade disciple instinctively stepped back in alarm. It seemed he had accidentally sparked a war between siblings without meaning to. In the end, Un Am made both of them kneel with their arms raised as punishment.
—
Nothing in the world beats a bath after training, right before bed.
Chung Myung roughly rubbed his hair to dry with a worn-out towel before tossing it aside somewhere—who cared where, really. All he wanted now was to throw himself into bed and—
His eye 𝘵𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘥.
That parasite was sprawled across what was supposed to be his bed. His! She was sleeping like an octopus, drooling all over his sheets.
“Ugh, ouch!”
She groaned as he shoved her toward the edge with his foot. Fortunately, the bed was large enough for two, though obviously that had never been its intended purpose.
“Tsk. How long do I have to put up with this annoying brat? I should throw you off the mountain first chance I get—ack!”
Chung Myung yanked his leg back just in time to dodge a fast, half-conscious punch aimed at his ankle. He barely avoided it by a hair’s breadth.
“Tsk. Why do I have to suffer like this?”
Unfortunately, this was his fault. The elders had tried to separate them into different rooms, since the sect rules stated that girls should stay in the White Plum Blossom Hall’s female side of quarters. But she couldn’t sleep—no matter what they tried. In the end, they’d given up entirely.
Despite lingering hesitation and the fear of another ambush punch, Chung Myung threw himself onto the bed, too exhausted to care anymore. Normally, he’d have fought back when her arms wrapped around him, but at this point, he had already resigned himself to his fate.
‘Like a little koala…’
He stared blankly at the ceiling for a few seconds, then shook his head to chase away the absurd thought. Koalas were cute. She was not.
“If you drool on me, I’ll kill you.”
“No you won't.”
“we’ll see.”
Her sleepy voice carried a faint tone of challenge.
Chung Myung fell asleep soon after, but her eyes fluttered open a moment later, revealing two glimmering irises in the dark.
Moments like these often stopped her cold—strange, foreign, dreamlike moments.
Where had they been, and where were they now?
Maybe it was the past that felt like a dream. She wasn’t sure anymore. She didn’t know if that was a good thing or not—because the truth was, her brother was no longer the person she once knew.
Not the same boy she saw the first time she opened her eyes on the world, not the one she counted the stars with and had silly, absurd conversations with all the time
The way he spoke, walked, thought… everything had changed overnight. He wasn’t the same brother she remembered.
She didn’t really know how she managed to deal with it till now. When she thought about how completely her life had been flipped upside down, she felt she ought to stop and reflect on everything.
It wasn’t all bad, though. Maybe it was just… exhausting. Chaotic. Confusing, all the time.
She lifted her gaze carefully, watching his sleeping face. The traces of his exhaustion from the day still lingered there.
Tired—but peaceful.
She closed her eyes, a quiet sigh slipping from her nostrils.
It was fine. As long as he—her only family—was happy, then it was fine.
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Addition~
• When the five swords learned why the reader couldn’t sleep without Chung Myung nearby, they gave him very accusing looks.
• Chung Myung would rather bicker or fight with the reader than see her cry. When she cries, he just wants to run away—mostly because he has no idea how to handle it and he usually ends up making things worse.
• The first time she received a marriage proposal, Jo Gul was spotted flying toward the top of the Lotus Peak. Even though Jo Gul had nothing to do with it (but being Chung Myung's punching bag)
• Baek Chun once made her cry by accident, and afterward, Chung Myung seemed to be waiting for any excuse—good or bad—to beat the shit out of him.
• Chung Myung sometimes catches himself in the middle of a silly, casual chat with his sister and wonders if this is the power of sibling bonds
• He secretly enjoys how perfectly they synchronize in battle and once even wondered if they might both be descendants of Sword Saint’s relatives.
