#yeo wool

Your fingers drummer against the wood beneath them, scratching ever so often as you tried to ignore the anxious feeling in your stomach. It felt like everyone was staring at you, whispering nasty things about you and laughing. Maybe it was your outfit, unlike the usual muted colors that you wore and now bright and vibrant, or maybe it was the makeup. It felt slightly heavy on your face, maybe you had done it too heavily but you wouldn't know since you never really used any except for the basic lip tint that your maid forced you to wear. It wasn't the first time people stared, even on the way here people would stare and whisper. One disadvantage of being friends with Yeo-Wool, everyone would also know you and thus everyone realized that you were looking different due to the makeup. No said something to your face, so you hoped that it was positive whispers and looks. Then again, you knew how cruel people could be and thus it could also be negative...

Your anxiety lessened as a familiar figure stepped into view, sitting across from you and giving you a bright smile. Unfortunately, that smile dropped immediately as he saw you. Yeo-Wool, unlike most men, knew a lot of things about makeup. He dabbled in the area himself, sometimes wearing it himself or helping other people do their own. He liked the ability to make others feel pretty, he found it fun to do. However, when he saw the makeup on you it was easy to see that it didn't fit you too much. You looked girly, not that that was bad, but it was too much. The layers were easy to see and not even fully matching, the lip tint was very vibrant and the eyeliner was too big to look natural. In other words, it was a small disaster that made Yeo-Wool wonder why you would even do something like this. You never cared for looks much, preferring to let your own beaty shine without any help of products.

"Oh, dear. Who let you out like this?" Yeo-Wool spoke and you froze before looking down, trying to hide yourself from view as you tried to ignore the tears welling up in your eyes. Yeo-Wool didn't bother to say anything else and instead got up again, guiding you outside and to a secluded place. He sat you down before pulling some wipes from his pocket, slowly raising it up to your face. Wiping away some of the makeup along with the tears, he shushed you at the same time as a way of comfort. Soon, most of the makeup was removed and your face was left bare but still stained in tears.

"What is going on?" Yeo-Wool paused, looking at you with great care as he waited for an answer. You sniffed again before mumbling the answer, way too quiet for Yeo-Wool to hear and thus he asked you to repeat what you said. So you did.

"I wanted to look prettier..." You whispered and Yeo-Wool leaned back slightly, shaking his head and lifting your gaze to him. "You don't need makeup for that, darling. You know that." He speaks and you sniffed again, soon dropping your gaze once again as your grip tightened on his sleeve. Just like the tears, your feelings started pouring out of your mouth as you sobbed.

"I wanted you to look at me! I want you to like me back or tell me if I should move on. I don't... I don't want to hurt." You sobbed out as you leaned forward, not wanting to see the expression from the man in front of you as you confessed your feelings to him. Silence took over, minus the soft sniffles from you of course, as Yeo-Wool processed the confession.

"Oh, darling. You don't need to change yourself for that. You are perfect just the way you are and I can see that very clearly." He said and you looked back up at him, a bit confused at what he was saying. It was almost comical looking as the realization hit you, finally getting what he was saying. Your eyes widened as you let go of his sleeve and pointing at yourself before pointing at him. Yeo-Wool just smiled before leaning forward and planting a kiss on your forehead before standing up straight and pulling you with him.

"Let's get you cleaned up decently." Yeo-Wool said and pulling you through the streets while holding your hand in his. You could only smile brightly at the action, following him closely until you reached his house. It was quite funny as you raced to his room past all maids and officials, you think you might have ran past his father at one point but you both decided to ignore that. The door was quickly slammed shut as you entered, unlocking your hands and turning to face each other before bursting into laughter. Like you usually did, you settled on his bed while Yeo-Wool focused on finding something to remove the residue of makeup on your face. When he did, he was quick to sit besides you and carefully wiped your face. It took a few seconds before he stopped and threw the towel somewhere else.

"Now, back to our previous subject." He spoke as he cupped your face, softly placing a kiss on your nose again before moving to your cheek and then your lips. You just sat frozen as your brain tried to process what was happening. When your brain finally caught up, you could only gasp before hiding your face in your hands. You couldn't help the stupid giggle that escaped you as you tried to regain your composure. Yeo-Wool pulled your hands away and lifted your gaze up, giving you a wicked smile.

Ignoring the whispers and stares, you tried to exit the tavern quickly. 5 months with him, thinking he actually cared for you. No, of course he only cared for your looks. He didn't care for your feelings, passions or anything of the sorts. You were just glad that your friend told you, telling you about the comments that fell from your ex-partners lips and this led to you breaking up with him. It hurt, spending so much time with someone who never actually cared.

Only a day later, men started to approach you and ask for your hand. Almost like you hadn't just broken up, all saying the same thing as well. They told you that they were enamored by your beauty and that they couldn't help but want to spend time to get to know you. You expected all of them to be the same as your ex, which was clear to you when they start a sentence with 'your beauty' every single time they tried talking to you.

So from then on, you wore a veil to cover your face and styled your hair differently. Somehow it worked, people never recognizing you and thus leaving you alone. It was peaceful for once.

What you didn't realize is that someone did recognize, which was Yeo-Wool. He recognized you by your eyes, they were unique to him and in his opinion the most beautiful about you. It was cliché, but he always liked them. They showed all of your emotions, the pain or the excitement you felt at that moment. So even with a face covering, your eyes remained the same.

"May I join you?" A voice pulled you out of your thoughts and when you looked up, a man entered your vision and you could only sigh softly. Yeo-Wool stood opposite of you, a gentle smile on his face. Normally you wouldn't think anything of it, but anxiety build up inside of you nonetheless. Your hands started shaking lightly, not enough for others to notice it but enough for Yeo-Wool to. So he remained at a distance, making sure that you noticed that he did. You did, but your hands kept shaking lightly as your eyes moved to your cup. Your anxiety lessened a bit, however.

"What were you doing?" He asked, his fan coming up to cover the front of his face and you noticed the painting on the front. A tree, painted in shaky lines that indicated that it wasn't done by a professional and yet it looked beautiful. Maybe he did it himself or maybe one of his friends did. Yeo-Wool could see the fascination in your eyes and could only smile a bit more behind his fan. His question was long forgotten as he kept an eye on you, but that soon stopped when he saw you visibly flinch away from the person that came your way. Yeo-Wool wanted to ask if you were alright, but you were already leaving the tavern.

"It's not that safe so late out here." Yeo-Wool walked closer to you and you sighed softly again. In this week, Yeo-Wool had approached you around five or six times already. At this point, your anxiety didn't react to him anymore as he always remained at a distance and he never made you feel uncomfortable. It was nice to talk to him at this point, but you were still on your guard. Almost like he sensed it, Yeo-Wool soon stood beside you and sat down next to you.

"Why is a lady out this late, if I may ask?" He spoke, voice gentle and almost silent. You wondered if you should answer, your eyes remaining on the stars in the sky.

"The sky." You answered simply and Yeo-Wool was in awe of your voice, a sweet melody to his ears, as he glanced upwards. The sky was a dark blue, millions of stars shining brightly and a full moon lighting up everything below. Indeed very pretty to look at.

"Do you think true love exists?" You suddenly spoke up again and Yeo-Wool looked at you, surprised that you were looking back at him this time. Registering the question, Yeo-Wool could only shrug.

"It depends how you view it. I believe in finding someone you want to spend your life with, build a family with. I don't know if that necessarily means true love." He answered and he meant it. His family loved each other, but it was clear that it was also a political marriage in a way. His mother was barely home and his father didn't enjoy spending time at home either. Yeo-Wool was raised by the staff that worked at his house and maybe sometimes his mother.

"But it's not the only kind of true love. Friends can also have love for each other and I believe that that kind of love is more true. Different, but the same in the end." Yeo-Wool continued and you couldn't help but gawk at him. You didn't expect Yeo-Wool to ever think or talk about such stuff, believing him to be more of an arrogant noble like all the rest. One that didn't care for the people surrounding him, yet here he was calling it true love.

"If you trust me, I hope we can be friends like that some day." He spoke one final time before getting up and leaving.

This time you were the flustered one.

Yeo-Wool didn't think you'd ever approach him first, yet you stood beside him. Your eyes were trained on his arm, trying to figure out what the bandage was for and wanting to help a bit. He couldn't help but smile, not used to you caring.

"I had an accident during sword training. Don't worry, Ah-ro fixed me up already." He explained and you looked up before softly nodding. You knew Ah-ro, she was good at her job and probably did a good job with healing it. So you took your eyes off of his arm and instead moved to the road ahead of you. Other Hwarangs covered the market place, all interested in different stalls that held their own unique stuff. Yeo-Wool stood with the jewels and fans, like usual.

"You should be more careful, what if you get an ugly scar?" You commented and Yeo-Wool chuckled. "Then you'll have to take care of me." He teased as he started walking away again.

"I never agreed to that!" You replied and he turned around to smile at you again before joining his other friends. You only shook your head.

"Out here again?" "Shouldn't you be in the Hwarang house?" You replied as Yeo-Wool stepped closer to you, sitting down next to you like last time and his eyes immediatley went to the sky.

"Are we friends?" You asked and Yeo-Wool nodded at you, replying with an 'of course'. Shockingly, you only lowered your head before raising your hands to your veil. Untying the knots, you pulled the mask down and looked at him. He didn't react in shock or anything, just a gentle smile your way before looking back at the sky. Silence fills the air, but neither of you minded. It was comforting in a way and you both enjoyed it as you looked at the sky.