Requested by @creepypastalover93: I warmly greet!🧡 I see the requests are open again! Can I have a Hwarang request? I feel like they haven't been here for a long time… Request for Yeo Wool: Where the reader belongs to the more beautiful women and therefore many men are interested in her. But the reader rejects them all and wishes that she was not one of the more beautiful women, because she wanted the man to like her for her nature, the way she is and not only for her beauty, and her partner then bragged to others that he had a beautiful partner. This made her unhappy, so she began to avoid men…and to avoid being recognized, she wore a scarf over her face. But Yeo Wool always recognized her…ALWAYS. Sensing her distress and fear of the men around her, he decided to find out why. Because he believed that when the reader saw such a handsome man like him, she would be charmed by him, but the opposite was true. He becomes interested in a reader, so he tries to befriend her so that she won't be afraid of him and will start to trust him…and maybe something more will come of it later? I'll leave it up to you darling!🧡Just something cute please, I've been having bad days lately...😢😢😢
Pairing: Kim Yeo-Wool x fem!reader
Word Count: 1.2k words
Warnings: anxiety
A/N okay, just a quick thing. I wanted to write true to the history of when Hwarang takes place, however I decided not to a bit later. Reason for that is because of the face covering stuff. In the Joseon Dynasty (10th century), noble woman covered their faces with sseugaechima, which is basically a skirt that they wore on their head (you might see some historic dramas do this). I found this a bit awkward, so I chose to not do this and instead just use a sort of veil that covers the lower part of the face. Sorry for the history thingy :/
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.
You weren't over your anxieties just yet, but Yeo-Wool was there for you and would help you through.
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You walked in the dark, passing the sacred place Najeong with your hood up. Your bare feet in the cold grass and your jacket dragging over the ground as sounds of fighting filled the air. You frowned and walked towards the sounds, seeing a few men fighting. Footsteps and shouting echoed over the fighting sounds and your eyes widen as you turned to run only to be pulled back by 2 guards. They had surrounded you and the fighting men. Not much later, you were tied to poles and your hood was ripped off. Your (h/l) (h/c) messy hair was revealed; as well as your (s/c) skin and (e/c) eyes. The guards stared at you in shock.
“What? Never seen a foreigner woman with pants?” You snapped and the guards frowned, scoffing at your attitude. You groaned and you mumbled something in your own language, making all the guys look at you. You glared at them and they turned away from you, except one. A younger looking man was still staring at you.
“You look so different...” He mumbled and you rolled your eyes, ignoring his comment and looked around. You were very sleepy as it was, so you let yourself fall asleep slowly.
When you woke up again, you saw someone in front of you with water in his hand. Before you could say anything, the water was splashed into your face. You shook your head and sighed.
“Everytime...” You mumbled as an elder man started to talk, but you didn’t pay attention. That was until you were tied to a chair. Your sleeves slipped and your tattoo was revealed, making the guard pause as he saw it.
“What? Seen that before?” You asked with a smug expression as the guard froze again. The man that was talking earlier made his way towards you with a frown. He grabbed your arm and pulled it towards him, pulling the sleeve up.
“Ah... The famous Rebel. A foreigner who travels from country to country, causing alot of trouble. Never thought it could be a woman.” The man said and you scoffed, pulling your arm out of his grip and hiding your tattoo. He leaned closer to say something, but you simply spit in his face.
“I’ll be glad to torture you.” He spat before a man ran towards him whispered something in the man’s ear. The elder frowned at this and looked back at me.
“The queen wants you as Hwarang. All of you can choose.” “So, if we sign to be a Hwarang we will be released?” One of the captured people asked and the elder man nodded. They all started to shout to be released; except for you, a young boy that was tied in a chair next to you and a man that wore a very cold expression. Then the boy next to me shouted to be released as well and you scrunched up your nose.
“Release me as well!” You shouted and a guard untied you. You quickly “signed” and leaving.
You stood in front of the Hwarang residence in the same outfit as every other boy. Well, you were girl but still...The gates were opened Master Wi Hwa -, you had only recently learned his name, shouted something and everyone started walking inside. When we were inside, everyone stood in front of a small table and small glasses were placed on it. You raised a brow in confusion.
“We have to drink?” You silently questioned and indeed you had. Master Wi Hwa counted every drink you had to drink and you scoffed when you downed the first glass.
“I’ve had worse...” You mumbled, downing the second glass. You, a guy named Yeo-Wool and a guy called Ji-Dwi seemed to be fine with drinking the liquor while others didn’t... Han Sung, who you recognized from Najeong, who stood next to you was not handling the liquor well. By his second or third glass, he was literally telling the glass to stop moving. Same could be said about all the other Hwarangs. After every glass was downed, Master Wi Hwa told us to collect our room card. You picked your card out of the box. A gray card with a red string.
The rest of the night went quiet for you as you had also talked to Master Wi Hwa about the fact that you didn’t need to shower with your room. When the night had fallen, you walked into your room and dropped on one of the beds. The room you slept in was okay; beside the fact that you slept in the same room as a flirt, a random guy from the West, the son of Master Ahnji and 2 archenemies... Okay, this is going to be harder then you thought.
At, what you guessed was around 5 am, someone woke you up. More specifically 2 boys. Ban-ryu and Su-ho.
“Why are the fighting?” You asked, getting up and Yeo-Wool looked down from his bed.
“Well, darling~” “Don’t call me that.” You snapped and he smirked, waving his fan.
“Well, they’re enemies. It’s what’s supposed to happen.” Yeo-Wool said and you rolled your eyes, standing up.
“I’m going to shower, don’ t kill... You know what, I’m not even going to bother.” You mumbled, walking off with your clothes. You left the room and were met with every other Hwarang. They were all staring at you, but you ignored it and walked past them all.
“(y/n)!!!” Someone yelled your name and you turned around. Of course it was Han Sung.
“Hello, Han Sung...” You mumbled and he smiled brightly as he reached you.
“I was wondering... Where are you from?” He asked and you smiled.
“I’m from (y/c). It’s far from here.” You explained and he smiled brightly again.
“So you know other cultures and languages?” He asked and you nodded.
“You have to teach me!” He exclaimed, clinging to your arm like a little kid. You pulled your arm out of his grip and he pouted. ‘Cute...’ You thought, smiling at the boy.
“Maybe some day...” You said, patting Han Sung’s head softly and he smiled.
“Promise?” “Promise.” You said and he held out his hand. You chuckled and linked your pinky with his before pressing your thumb against his. He cheered and did a weird dance, smiling.
“You promised!” He exclaimed before running off to god knows where, leaving you confused. You shrugged it off and went to the shower. After you were done, you walked out with a towel around yourself. You then proceeded to take your clothes, going back in the showers to dress. When you finished, you dried your hair. You moved back to the dorm and sat down, looking at the rest. "So, who won?"
