Cheong boyfie · Y/n story by @Cheongdihsucker

The morning sun filtered through the ancient pines, casting dappled shadows across the training grounds of Mount Hua. Dew still clung to the grass, sparkling like scattered jewels.

Cheongmyeong

his sword cut through the air in a perfect arc Tch. Slow.

He stopped mid-form, lowering his blade. His gaze snapped to the side, toward the edge of the training grounds where a figure lingered in the shadow of a pillar.

Cheongmyeong

raising an eyebrow You. Standing there like a lost puppy. You planning to train or just stare at me all day?