✧𝔻𝔼𝕍𝕆𝕋𝕀𝕆ℕ~ 𝒶𝓃𝒾𝓂𝑒 𝑜𝓃𝑒𝓈𝒽𝑜𝓉 𝒸𝑜𝓁𝓁𝑒𝒸𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃~✧

✧Hua Cheng- Hated✧

A/N- This is an x male reader! Sorry about the set gender, it just fit better with the story line.

YOU WERE NOT powerful by any means. You were a ghost ruler, but that just meant that you were a very strong ghost. The people you had killed had all threatened your personal safety, which was why you had killed them. You didn't even intend to end their lives, you just hadn't even known your own strength.

Your title among the Ghost Kings was Supreme Lord of Storms. Everywhere you went, a storm would accompany you. For that reason, they called you Bul-Onhan, which meant thunderous in Korean. Your real name was Y/N, but nobody called you that. To the ghosts, you were Bul-Onhan, the Supreme Lord of Storms. Due to your name and title, you were seen as scary and strong, and avoided. However, you were really very shy and kind inside, and you were sad that you had no friends.

One evening, the ghosts had a party, and you went to dance by yourself. It was at that party that you met Hua Cheng, the Crimson Sought After Flower, and fell in love with him.

Under the pulsing lantern light, you danced without abandon, on your own. Your long h/c hair whirled around and obscured your vision, but you simply pushed it away and your beautiful e/c eyes could see once again. You spun around until you got dizzy, took a break, then spun around some more. Your entire body seemed to pulse with the lights, and you were having the time of your life.

Then, everything got quiet. You stopped spinning to see what all the fuss was about, and saw the most handsome young ghost you had ever seen climbing up the stairs into the ballroom. He was wearing a long red hanfu, the color of good fortune, and his long, thick black hair hung down to his waist, moving as his hips moved. He laid his red parasol down by the stairs, and made direct eye contact with you.

When his dark eyes met yours, you felt butterflies fluttering in your stomach. You bowed to him politely and said, "It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance, sir." You were propriety personified, as usual.

He gave you a kind and dazzling smile and held his hand out to you.

"Shall we dance, Bul-Onhan?" he asked you. You loved the way he said your name. It seemed to roll around in his mouth before coming out, and his pronunciation was perfect. Even the slightest inflection in tone was covered. You were enthralled by this mysterious ghost king, and you shyly took his hands and let him lead you in a dance.

As he spun you around, you began to feel dizzy and uneasy. All the other Ghost Kings weren't dancing, but just watching you two dance together. You were afraid that they would attack you, as some of them looked downright hostile, so you pushed the handsome young man away from you and ran out of the building. You peeked in after you left and saw that everyone was dancing now, except the young man, who was looking around to find you. You noticed that he seemed sad now that you had left him. His eyes were downcast and his head was hanging down.

His eyes rose and looked at the doorframe where you were standing. Quickly, you rushed away from it and hid behind the wall, crouching down in a bush and pulling your knees up to your face, wrapping yourself up neatly into a ball. Your fancy hanfu skirt was getting scratched up by the thorny bush branches, and when you moved, they would get caught on your skin and cut you. You were uncomfortable hiding there, but you didn't want the man to see you.

To your surprise, he ended up finding you anyway. He came outside and looked straight at where you were curled up in hiding. With a sigh, he said, "You're not very hidden, Supreme Lord of Storms. I can see you perfectly from where I'm standing."

You sighed as well, and stood up and got out of hiding. The young man looked disappointed, but his eyes didn't share the emotion. His eyes looked almost... wistful? You couldn't recognize the emotion in them, but they looked beautiful. Everything about him was perfect. You felt a worm of doubt and jealousy crawl into your heart. Why would he be attracted to you and want to dance with you? You weren't even that attractive.